"but."

At this moment, Old Man Xuanyuan's words suddenly changed:

"I heard that this year's Ancient Martial Arts Competition will have more prizes because of the appearance of a person."

"This person is unknown, but in just three days, he aroused the anger of the young generation in the entire ancient martial arts world of China."

"And before that, because of offending some families present, we agreed to decide today's ancient martial arts arena, both of which will determine the outcome and life and death. The two sides will resolve their hatred through competitions on the arena."

"This is not in line with the rules."

"Not everyone can participate in the Ancient Martial Arts Competition of the Dragon List. You need to have family recommendations or make a certain reputation outside before you can enter the competition."

"It's just that judging from his three-day performance, he has been qualified to enter."

"Let me do this, bring the person out first and let me take a look at it myself. If he is really as brave as rumor, I can open the door and let him play, and take revenge with you and avenge you for grievances. What about it?"

The last sentence he asked was Song Jianqiu sitting behind him.

Song Jianqiu nodded: "Everyone listened to the president's order."

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Bring people in."

Lu Fan was taken out of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League prison car, walked through the open iron gate, and appeared in the ancient martial arts competition venue. This time he did not tie the iron chains on his body, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes, but his body was covered with wounds, just walking for a while, and the wounds were torn apart, and the gray short shirt was instantly wet with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Here you come!"

Seeing Lu Fan finally appearing at the competition site, Zhong Boyong, Master Kong Chan, and coach Lei and others showed a look of emotion on their faces.

When he saw Lu Fan dragging his tattered body, staggering from time to time, and his whole body was bleeding, Teacher Lei even whispered: "This group of beasts! Didn't you say that you would not let anyone get close to him and hurt him? How could you become so embarrassed?"

"It seems that this so-called upright as Song Jianqiu is just a fictional reputation!"

Standing in the middle of the wide ring, Lu Fan slowly glanced at the audience and couldn't help but sneer: "A bunch of waste comes again, but this time there are a lot of wastes, so I'm finally enough to beat him."

No one expected that even Old Man Xuanyuan and Song Jianqiu would not have thought that this young man who was physically disabled and still bleeding from the blood would be so arrogant. He had arrived in this place and dared to speak wildly, not knowing his life or death.

However, there was no need for Lu Fan to stimulate him. When Lu Fan appeared, many people present had their eyes red, and even some old warriors stood upside down, and the cold light in their pupils was revealed, which was too arrogant.

"This dog bastard, if I don't beat him to death on the ring today, I will be a member of the Mo family!"

At this moment, Lu Fan felt an extremely sharp murderous intent, like a knife, cutting him.

He turned his head lightly and suddenly saw a young man wearing an iron mask and only his upper half of his face looking at him fiercely in a group of Mo family camps wearing gray robes.

At this moment, Mo Yu's eyes stared at Lu Fan directly. The hatred, resentment, and curse in his eyes directly reduced the nearby temperature to freezing point!

"Haha, it's you a waste."
Chapter completed!