"Three days ago, you told me that you really hope to meet me in the competition."

"Because, this means you have entered the next round, and now, what you wish is done, you really met me."

"How is it, aren't you very happy?"

Chen Feng was laughing, but the smile on his face was very cold!

Yang Wenyao's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word. In fact, his heart was full of fear and despair.

At this time, a goose-yellow figure appeared in the crowd, and Chen Ziyuan seemed to be wearing yellow shank forever.

However, this color is also very suitable for her. She looks like a very cute type. After matching it, it adds a bit of playfulness.

Seeing her arrival, many people laughed and said, "The person who started the gambling game is here again."

"No, it should be said that the person who cheated our money has come again."

Everyone laughed.

Then, Chen Ziyuan took out the jade board again. The jade board was still yesterday, and Chen Feng's odds were still one to one. On the other hand, Yang Wenyao's odds were one to three hundred, and there was no change at all compared to yesterday.

It just changed the name to Yang Wenyao's name.

Chen Ziyuan faced everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone. Today, the bet started, Chen Feng still paid one, and Yang Wenyao paid three hundred. Come and place a bet."

This time, she greeted her very enthusiastically here, but unfortunately, everyone was just watching outside, but no one was willing to bet.

"Haha, don't treat us as fools. You cheated once. How can you still not understand this time?"

The reason for this situation today is that Chen Feng's strength advantage is too obvious.

Since that was the case, she was no longer depressed. She smiled and no longer asked for business. She just looked at Chen Feng on the stage with a smile, looking forward to her face.

The competition had not yet begun, and a few men in red came over outside the crowd.

The men in red all had very cold faces, and when their eyes swept towards Chen Feng, they were full of murderous intent. However, they did not approach Chen Feng's arena, but stood there from a distance and watched.

The incense is lit again, and the third round of competition is about to begin.

And when the incense of thread burned out, Jian Mingjun's voice resounded over the square: "The competition begins!"

The Kashyapa's Breaking Ring Knife in Chen Feng's hand slowly pulled out, and the dark blade was held in his hand by him, pointing to Yang Wenyao in the distance.

His voice was cold, as if the cold wind that never melted in the extreme north was blowing for thousands of years: "Yang Wenyao, are you ready to die?"

Yang Wenyao was trembling all the time. Even though he knew that he was not Chen Feng's opponent, if he just gave up, he was very unwilling to accept it, so he kept holding on here.

Chen Feng showed a sneer on his lips, his voice was extremely cold, and he spit out a word: "Die!"

As he said that, he rushed forward in a hurry, and Kashyapa broke the sword in his hand slashed out fiercely.

The fifth sword of the Eight Desolate Slash slashed out fiercely, and the extremely powerful force suddenly exploded, slashing towards Yang Wenyao with a sharp attitude.

At this moment, feeling this terrifying and terrifying aura and feeling that he might die at any time, Yang Wen was so surprised that he showed a look of extreme fear. He let out a panic cry and turned around and jumped under the ring.

While escaping, he shouted loudly: "I won't beat you anymore, I will admit defeat!"

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect this would end.

Many people showed a sneer on their faces: "This Yang Wenyao is such an eggless waste. He had been holding on before, but now he is going to fight, but he immediately surrenders and admits defeat."

"If you want to hold on, just keep holding on!"

"Yes, either you admit defeat at the beginning, which makes everyone very disappointed!"

When Yang Wenyao jumped downstairs, he turned around in the air, looked at Chen Feng with a resentful face, and shouted: "Chen Feng, wait for me, I will not let you go!"

"I am not your opponent, but I will definitely find someone to kill you! You will definitely die! I must kill you! Yixue's shame today!"

Obviously, he felt that he would definitely escape this time, so he became arrogant again and openly threatened Chen Feng.

At this moment, Chen Feng showed a sarcastic smile on his lips and said coldly: "Have I let you run away?"

As he said that, Chen Feng's body was like lightning and he came behind Yang Wenyao in an instant.

Then, the extremely powerful slash of Kashyapa's sword in his hand instantly turned into a gentle lift.

Such a very difficult move was easy for him to do. This was easy for him to pick up Yang Wenyao's clothes and then directly swung him backwards.

With a loud bang, he dropped it on the ring.

Yang Wenyao was stunned by this blow, with a dizzy look on his head, and it was full of stars. After a while, he came to his senses, and then his face instantly showed extreme fear.

Because he appears, he is still on the ring.

At this time, Chen Feng had turned around and slowly rushed towards him. When he thought of the words he had just said, his fear in his heart was like a tide.

Chen Feng showed a sneer on his lips and said softly: "I didn't hear what you said just now. Can you say it again?"

Yang Wenyao squeezed a smile that was even worse than crying, and he quickly said, "Chen Feng, I was just kidding, don't take it to heart, it's really a joke!"

"Oh? Are you kidding?" Chen Feng curled his lips slightly and smiled: "Okay, then I'll joke with you too."

As he said that, Chen Feng punched him out and directly knocked him out, falling heavily on the ring, spurting blood, and breaking his bones and tendons.

Chen Feng walked up, looked down at him, and said with a smile: "I'm joking with you!"

As he said that, his fist slowly fell down again.

Yang Wenyao's mouth was extremely shrill, and he screamed like a pig. He shouted wildly: "Chen Feng, please spare me, don't kill me, please don't kill me."

He burst into tears and snot, and he was crying and begging.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Okay, I won't kill you!"

"Ah? Don't you kill me?" Yang Wenyao's face showed a look of extreme ecstasy.

At the same time, there was a deep resentment in his eyes, and a voice roared wildly in his heart: "I will definitely kill you, Chen Feng, if you let me suffer all the humiliation, I will definitely kill you!"

This person is vicious and he is thinking about how to kill Chen Feng.
Chapter completed!