Ye Xuan thought she heard wrongly, as her voice was mixed with vibrato.
"Yes." The staff member nodded seriously and said, "Miss, the game is about to start. Please bet. If you don't want to bet, you can just watch!" The staff member looked like he was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Ye Xuan called out to the man, then looked at the girl next to her and said, "Lingling, give me ten amethyst coins."
"Miss, what are you going to do?" Zi Ling became wary after hearing this.
"I want to place a bet." Ye Xuan's little face changed slightly. The name Feng Ling has been echoing in her heart these days. The battle between Feng Ling and Zhang Tingfei always appeared in her mind. She couldn't believe it.
A waste suddenly possessed such great strength, which directly defeated Zhang Tingfei.
The gap during this period was really too big. Now that she heard that Feng Ling had come to the Martial Arts Hall and had become a dark horse who has been creating miracles here, she felt a little restless in her heart and decided to support Feng Ling once.
"Miss..." The girl originally wanted to say that this is all we have, but seeing the firm look on Ye Xuan's face, she could only take it out from her body and put it in Ye Xuan's palm.
A smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face, she handed it to the staff and said, "I bet on Fengling to win!"
The staff nodded, registered, and walked to the next person again.
Ten minutes later, a whistling sound sounded, and the referee once again landed on the stage. His sharp eyes scanned the audience and said directly: "The contestants are entering."
As the man finished speaking, Zhang Fan opened his eyes in the hall. Purple light flashed across his black pupils, and he walked out with a puff of sleeves. At this moment, a calm voice sounded.
"Feng Ling? Genius boy? Humph." The voice was full of disdain.
Zhang Fan didn't even look back. He really looked down upon people with such emotional fluctuations. Even if you have strong strength, so what? There were many people who wanted to destroy him in his previous life, but the final result was
How? Isn’t he still alive and well?
Wang Luo looked at Zhang Fan's figure walking away, his expression a little stunned, but soon became serious, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, thinking about how to make Zhang Fan stay here, and walked outside.
"Lingling, did you see it? It's really him, it's really Feng Ling." Ye Xuan couldn't believe it when she looked at the young man in white robe who came to the stage and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, Miss, I saw it." Zi Ling nodded slightly, with some surprise in her eyes. She couldn't tell at this time that this was the good-for-nothing boy...
"Master, do you think he can really do it?" Among the surrounding audience, Zhang Moben looked down with a low expression, clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and stared at the white-robed boy, unwilling to give in.
,Why was Fengling able to achieve so much in a short period of time?
"No matter what, he must die!" Zhang Moben's voice was a little cold, making the man sitting next to him tremble all over.
"It sounds like he is also a member of the Wuzong. If he can't beat this young man, it's really unreasonable...!"
On the battle platform, the middle-aged man glanced at the two people, then began to fall with a sound, and his body fell down.
"Boy...!" Wang Luo was not in a hurry to take action, with a sneer on his indifferent face, and looked at Zhang Fan coldly, and said directly: "Today I will destroy you again."
Zhang Fan looked at Wang Luo, who was looking at him coldly, without any fluctuation in his expression. However, the fluctuating aura on Wang Luo's body definitely made Zhang Fan's heart tremble, and the cyclone in his body violently rioted.
Ling Ran's aura emerged, and there was no trace of fear in his dark eyes. Perhaps since he was young, the person he was truly afraid of has not yet appeared. No matter how powerful the person is, he will face the difficulties. If not, he will escape.
, he is an assassin, he is a killer, he has keen observation skills, if the other party has the slightest negligence, he will be hit like a sudden rain.
Wang Luo looked surprised, with disbelief in his eyes. His words stimulated the other party, as if the other party was not afraid at all, but this would be better. If Zhang Fan were defeated before fighting, it would be boring.
Black light slowly emerged from the body, and his right hand slowly took down the weapon from behind. It was a weapon similar to a triangular fork, but it looked even weirder. With the flow of energy, the entire weapon was flowing with a trace of
Black meaning gives people a very mysterious feeling.
Wang Luo glanced at Zhang Fan like lightning, the corners of his mouth raised a little higher, and an indifferent voice sounded: "Take out your weapon!"
"Let's see if your strength is worthy of it." Zhang Fan's voice was calm, his eyes swept across Wang Luo, and a resolute look slowly appeared on his slightly childish face.
The bright purple light slowly emerged from his body, Zhang Fan's essential temperament emerged again, and his expression became even more indifferent.
"What an arrogant boy." Zhang Luo sneered. Zhang Fan's words made him feel a little angry. Was he looked down upon by a young man?
The strange triangular fork in his hand trembled slightly, and the black light became more intense. With a low drink, the things on his body started to riot.
Zhang Fan's heart trembled, and the vigilance in his eyes deepened. Under the pressure of the place, the cyclone in his body rotated faster.
"The pressure should be greater." Under such pressure, not only did he not feel fear, but his black eyes were full of urgency. If the pressure was greater, he had a feeling that he might be able to break through.
"drink!"
The triangular fork trembled more and more violently. Wang Luo stared at Zhang Fan with unbelievable eyes. The other person didn't seem to be afraid at all. What did he see? Did he see urgency in the other person's eyes?
The black figure galloped like the wind, and the triangular fork in his hand swept towards Zhang Fan's body with a strange force.
Zhang Fan's body also moved, instead of retreating, he advanced. The purple light on his body was like a rising flame, and his whole body was included. At that moment, his body seemed to become faster.
"Broken Yuan Palm."
At the approaching moment, a cold low shout suddenly sounded, and Zhang Fan spread his right hand, and the purple light mixed with the bang and violence hit Wang Luo with the force of a thunderbolt.
The sound of breaking through the sky is harsh. The Po Yuan Palm shown on the first level is completely different from the Po Yuan Palm shown on the third level. The strength is incomparable. The energy shown on the third level at this time can break bamboos!
"What kind of skill is this?" Wang Luo's eyes were a little surprised, so simple and capable, but with such rich energy?
The triangular fork in his hand shook for an instant, the buzzing was still harsh, and the black light cut through the sky and swept up.
"Crash." The whistling energy collided together, causing light ripples. A white figure retreated, and another figure drove up with a fierce aura!
Neither of them showed martial arts, so now it's probably just a competition between martial arts, but due to the different levels, Zhang Fan is definitely no match in terms of martial arts alone, and all of this is based on Kung Fu.
If Zhang Fan's skills can make up for it, the situation may be able to be restored, but does Zhang Fan have it? So they still have inexplicable expectations in their hearts, looking forward to the time when Zhang Fan can create miracles again.
"Kaitai Zhang!"
Zhang Fan shouted loudly again and his body rose in response.
"You don't need weapons yet?" Wang Luo's eyes flickered, and the cold light in his eyes became more intense. Was he too proud? Or was he really disdainful of himself? But no matter what, Zhang Fan didn't understand weapons, and he was the most unhappy.
It seems that if you don't show some strength, it will be difficult for you to know how to use weapons.
"Floating light and teasing shadows!"
Wang Luo shouted low, and the triangular fork in his hand suddenly transformed into three phantoms. Three sharp and terrifying arrogance rushed towards Zhang Fan's body. He deliberately restrained some strength. If
It's not fun for Zhang Fan to be crippled so easily. What he wants is to lift Zhang Fan up, up, up, and then step down hard.
Be it insulting or humiliating, this is what he likes to play!
Floating Light and Shadow, Huang-level advanced skill, under the influence of force, can instantly separate attacks and attack the opponent from three directions, and the attack power remains unchanged!
With his keen perception, Zhang Fan naturally discovered something. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the skills of Kaitai Palm suddenly became more powerful. When the enemy retreats, we advance, and when the enemy advances, we retreat...
When the Kaitai Palm fell, the three energy attacks were not dispersed, but they had a significant weakening effect. With another palm shot, the three energy attacks slowly dissipated into the air.
"Tsk, tsk, not bad." Wang Luo nodded slightly, with some admiration in his eyes. Zhang Fan, as a young man, could neutralize his attack with two simple exercises. Very few of the younger generation could do this, but Zhang Fan
The better his performance, the more he wanted to hide him in his heart.
The sneer at the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. Wang Luo instantly retracted his triangular fork and shot out with his right hand. A black palm print instantly hit Wang Luo's chest. The force was so powerful that it caused a roaring sound.
Feeling the terrifying energy of the other party, Zhang Fan's brows trembled. Come on, it's better to be more intense. The greater the pressure, the better, because he now feels that the fluctuations of the cyclone are getting stronger and it may happen at any time.
breakthrough.
He did not draw the sword, because if the sword was in his hand, maybe the pressure would become less. If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cub. He is taking risks now, taking risks between the threads of life. In order to break through, even if he is hit by a sword,
No matter what.
A dazzling light flashed between his eyes, and all the palm techniques and leg techniques learned in his previous life were deployed, like a bomber.
Everyone present was stunned. Zhang Fan's fighting method was too domineering, wasn't it?
They didn't know that Zhang Fan was also risking his life at this time. Using the sword might be able to shorten the gap between the two, but it would only be shortened. If you want to truly defeat the opponent, if you don't have the foundation of strength, you will definitely have to do it.
The anti-aircraft artillery might be able to give the opponent a fatal blow with the Xuanyuan Sword at the right moment, but he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to break through, and he didn't want his Xuanyuan to be exposed so quickly and prematurely.