Zhang Chulan also widened his eyes and looked for the figure of the goatee. After searching for a long time, he couldn't see it. Then he leaned into Ding Ning's ear beard and asked, "Sister Ning'er, that goatee is so powerful, I can't even see him. Now the little white-faced man on the opposite side is going to be finished." There was also some gloating in his tone.

Ding Ning looked at Ning Bufan very strangely. The young man in front of him was not panicked at all. He didn't know whether he was too heartbroken or stupid. He couldn't help but shake his head, as if he had seen the scene of a goatee ravaging him.

The little loli beside Prince Zhuge also pulled Prince Zhuge's sleeve and asked, "Brother, that person is so powerful. He runs so fast. Can you beat him?"

Zhuge Qing smiled confidently, nodded and said, "Although our level is similar, he is not my opponent."

Many people in the goatee's realm can see it, but I'm afraid no one can see it except the old master of God.

And even the old master may only see a little clue.

But he absolutely does not believe that there will be such a young person who is similar to his own level, so many people think that Ning Bufan's level should be too low, so he can't observe it.

Therefore, even the old master is not optimistic about Ning Bufan now. He thought that if the situation was wrong, he would take action to save Ning Bufan. He didn't want someone to be killed in front of him.

Of course, except for Zhan Wushuang and the other three, they knew Ning Bufan's strength and were paying silence for Goatbeard in their hearts.

The goatee was moving high with excitement. He didn't see the expression on Ning Bufan's face, but he felt that Ning Bufan must have been scared by himself now, so he decided not to take action and let his opponent be afraid for a while.

Suddenly, a lightning flashed across the martial arts field, and a burst of dust rose up. All the audience could not see the scene clearly. Except for Zhan Wushuang, almost everyone thought that it was the goatee who took action, which led to such dusty situation.

The old master moved his body, and his cuffs moved, and a breeze blew through, blowing away the dust.

"How is that possible!" Suddenly, there was an uproar on the field. After the dust disappeared, everyone saw that Ning Bufan was still standing there, but the goatee was grabbed by his right hand and held his neck in the air.

Even the old master was in the air and couldn't believe that a strong man at the peak of the Grandmaster was easily held by a boy who seemed to be less than twenty years old.

"Damn, Sister Ding Ning, didn't you say this man is very strong? Why was he defeated by this little white face so simply? Could it be that the goatee was so bearded like a silver gun and candle head just now?" Zhang Chulan shouted with wide eyes.

"Shut up, don't pull me up if you want to die. We've all misunderstood. This young man is really terrible. His strength is definitely in the divine realm." Ding Ning knocked Zhang Chulan's head and said. She knew that the person who said what they were saying on the audience stage just now would definitely be able to hear clearly. If he had bad intentions towards him and others, then he would have to find a place to wait for death.

The audience seemed to be strangled. Many of those who said bad things about Ning Bufan just now started to sweat coldly. They were actually saying bad things about a powerful man in the divine realm.

Ning Bufan glanced around and finally fell on the goatee in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "How do you save your life."
Chapter completed!