"Get up and talk!" The three commanders scolded impatiently: "Look at you, what is this now?"

"If you came over from outside with this panic expression just now, then the face of the Gambling Tiange will be really lost. Get out of here!"

"Yes." These people were obviously extremely afraid of him, so they stood up immediately after hearing this.

The third commander stared at them and said coldly: "Tell me the process of the matter once."

"Yes." Among the few men in red, the calmer man quickly told the story and finally said: Third Commander, Chen Feng's strength is really terrible. It's not that we don't want to fight with one, but that we are not opponents at all!"

"Senior Brother Hou is much stronger than us. He was killed by him with one move. We can only die if we go up!"

But these three commanders did not believe what they said.

He showed a sneer on his lips and said with disdain: "How could a person who just entered the lower yard this year have such strong strength? It must be that you were scared by him and deliberately exaggerated when you come back!"

Several men in red stood there with their heads down, not daring to refute.

The third commander showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and snorted coldly and said, "There is still a competition in the lower court, right?"

Several men in red nodded quickly: "Okay, then I'll go and kill Chen Feng myself!"

"I want to see how powerful he is!" He looked contemptuous: "How strong can a mere disciple of the lower court be able to be?"

On the third day, the competition continues.

This time, only eight of the thirty-two people who participated in the war in the Lower Court were left.

Eight people stood up in one word, and Chen Feng did not see another Wang Bo who offended him among these eight people.

However, the first person who offended him, the one named Yang Wenyao, was still there.

Chen Feng smiled at him and smiled and said, "Come on, you're still here?"

"If you want me to tell me, you might as well lose early. If you lose, at least you don't have to touch me. Moreover, others may not be so cruel that they kill you."

"But now, you are still here. If you meet me, it will not be as easy as being killed. I will make you miserable!"

Chen Feng stared at him, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said word by word.

"You!" Yang Wenyao's face turned red and white, showing an extremely shameful look.

He was clearly humiliated by Chen Feng in front of everyone.

He stared at Chen Feng, with an extreme anger in his eyes, but he dared not say anything and could not say anything.

Because Chen Feng's strength is so powerful that he can easily do everything he said!

He felt the extreme humiliation and the unconcealed panic, and a voice echoed in his heart: "If I really draw a group of confrontations with him, what should I do? If I really compete with him in the same ring, wouldn't I have to die?"

Thinking of this, his face showed a look of fear and his body trembled.

Because there are only eight people left now, the chance is very high.

Chen Feng's arrogance at this time was all returned to him.

If he hadn't said those words to Chen Feng before, Chen Feng would definitely not have had such a provocative attitude at this time.

Chen Feng has never offended anyone, and I don’t offend anyone.

The people around him showed a hint of pity when they looked at Yang Wenyao.

If it were before, their pity would be Chen Feng, but this time it turned into Yang Wenyao.

"Yang Wenyao is finished this time."

"Yes, he should pray that he should not draw Chen Feng. If he draws Chen Feng, Chen Feng will definitely make him die miserably."

"That's right, Chen Feng can now be said to have no opponents under the Seven-Star Martial King, and Yang Wenyao's strength is only in the middle stage of the Six-Star Martial King. It would be easy for Chen Feng to kill him!"

"I deserve it. Who told him to provoke Chen Feng so much? Now that he sees Chen Feng so strong, he must be very regretful, right?"

They guessed correctly. Yang Wenyao had already regretted it to the extreme at this time, regretting why he had to say too much and why he had offended Chen Feng.

However, it has no effect now.

Jian Mingjun said in a deep voice on the high platform: "Today, there are eight people left and eight people. They fight in pairs, and I will still draw lots."

"After today's competition, there are only four people left!"

"And after today's competition, the four people who won will be called the four major disciples of the Lower Court. All the disciples of the Lower Court will bow to you when they see you four."

"And, the lower court will have special rewards for you four disciples."

"The reward is," he stretched out a finger and said slowly, "Each person has one thousand Xuanhuang stones."

Hearing this, everyone participating in the competition showed a hint of joy on their faces.

This reward can be said to be very good. It has the inner and the face. A thousand Xuanhuang stones are very rich. This is a great benefit. This is the inner and the inner.

Everyone has to bow and bow when they meet, this is face.

In the eyes of many people, face is more important than inner self!

This means that from then on, the four of them were the four highest-ranking disciples in the lower court.

Then, Jian Mingjun began to draw lots.

This time, Chen Feng was the fourth one to be drawn. Obviously, Jian Mingjun has recognized his strength now, but he feels that he is not the top one yet, but ranks him fourth among the eight people.

"Is that fourth?" Chen Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't say anything, just waited silently.

Chen Feng is the No. 3 draw, which means he is going to play against No. 6 draw.

At this time, Jian Mingjun glanced at Yang Wenyao, called his name, and drew a lottery.

He raised it high, and everyone suddenly saw that there was a huge word written on the jade slip: Six.

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to be in a panic.

"Haha, it's indeed Chen Feng's fight against Yang Wenyao!"

"What a coincidence. Yang Wenyao is over this time. Chen Feng will definitely make him worse than death!"

"I deserve it. Who told him to offend Chen Feng so quickly? Now he is paying off his debts for himself!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Wenyao's legs were weak and collapsed to the ground. He was sweating all over, and shouted in disbelief: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, why should I fight him? I don't believe it!"

The sound of Yeah is hysterical and almost crazy.

Jian Mingjun stared at him and said in a faint voice: "What do you mean is that I'm unfair to draw lots and cheating?"

The cold gaze made Yang Wenyao wake up instantly, and he quickly explained: "Sat, I don't mean that!"

"Then you stand up quickly and face the battle with dignity, like a man!" Jian Mingjun said in a cold voice!

Yang Wenyao trembled all over. He stood up with difficulty, with a distraught expression, and his eyes were not focused.

Moreover, although he stood up, his legs were still shaking and trembling.

Obviously, he was already extremely scared.

Chen Feng just turned his head to look at him, smiled slightly, and spit out two words: "What a coincidence!"

After the lottery draw, everyone stepped onto the ring.

Chen Feng stepped onto the No. 3 arena, and opposite him, Yang Wenyao's mobi was touched for a long time before he moved up unwillingly.
Chapter completed!