"Lu Fan, if you still want to survive, you will challenge it on the last day of tomorrow. It's better that you don't allow me to win any of them!"

"Otherwise, a big shot has already spoken. If you dare to win a game, you will directly break your limbs and make you a complete waste. What else can you do if you see your ancient martial arts competition!"

On the last morning of the opening of the Ancient Martial Arts Competition of the Dragon List, the prison head threatened fiercely before taking Lu Fan out.

Sixteen consecutive losses.

When Lu Fan was carried into the cell from the door, he was almost gone, and many people wondered whether he had been beaten to death under Cao Qitian's palm.

Moreover, because the competition is about to start, some ancient martial arts families that have never appeared before have also been present.

Even the shadows of the Nangong family members, which are among the top ten ancient martial arts families in China, appear on the scene.

Among them, there are naturally many young ladies of the Song family who have some friendship with Lu Fan, Song Yingyu.

As one of the top ten ancient martial arts families in China, the Song family is among the top three major families. Song Yingyu and Song Jianqiu are even biological brothers and sisters.

When she saw Lu Fan, who was still energetic when she was at the Ma family last time, had become like a human being and a ghost not like a ghost here, and she couldn't help but sigh slightly. Sure enough, the world's storm was ours, and it was urged to enter the world for years.

Lu Fan, who was once extremely optimistic about by her and could even look down on the ten young masters of the ten major families, was destined to be like a falling meteor, a glory of glory in the ancient martial arts world of China and will never disappear again.

After sixteen consecutive defeats, Lu Fan was dragged into prison like a dead dog.

"Crash!"

A basin of cold water poured on his head, and several guards never looked at him again and turned around and left.

On the first night of the opening of the Ancient Martial Arts Competition of the Dragon List, a strong man with an extremely noble status opened the gate of the Black Water Dungeon and stood in front of Lu Fan's cage.

Song Jianqiu!

"It's really a blessing to have a life of more than fifty games in three days, half win and half lost, and you can still lie here alive. It seems that you were not lucky to escape from such a cruel Lu family's bloody night back then."

Song Jianqiu's expression was indifferent and his tone was extremely plain. He didn't seem to be at all concerned about what happened to Lu Fan during this period.

"cough!"

Lu Fan coughed up blood in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes.

When he found out that the person coming was Song Jianqiu, he couldn't help but curse: "Are you he finally appeared? I thought you were dead outside. Seeing that I was ravaged like this, I didn't even dare to give a fart."

It was Song Jianqiu who promised in public that during the imprisonment of Lu Fan, he would personally guard him and never let anyone get close. Obviously, what happened to Lu Fan during this period had violated his promise.

"From the moment you left, this promise has stopped counting."

Song Jianqiu was extremely calm: "And as the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance, I naturally have to think carefully. The trouble you caused was too big and there were too many enemies. They all wanted me to kill you in the dungeon. It was my greatest effort to do until tonight, and you should be content."

"Ha, it's really an impeccable excuse."

Lu Fan laughed terrified: "Then why are you here now? You won't be so kind. You see that I'm going to die tomorrow, come and see me for the last time."

"Or, some big shot can't wait for tomorrow and want me to die tonight?"

"No one guessed correctly."
Chapter completed!