Bi Fan knew what Yang Long was going to say and quickly stopped him: "Senior Brother Yang Long, admit it, you are pretty good."
After saying that, Bi Fan strode off the competition stage.
Looking at Bi Fan's back, Yang Long was extremely depressed: "I'm pretty good? Isn't this a mockery of me? I...beat me like this, and you're still mocking me."
Yang Long also said that he was asking for trouble, and he could only walk down the stage in depression.[
When Bi Fan stepped off the competition stage, Jingfeng had already ended the battle.
Jingfeng smiled and said: "Brother Bi Fan, I didn't expect you to have sadistic tendencies. It seems that I will stay away from you in the future."
"That kid is looking for abuse. I can't help it, so I'll just waste my fists and kicks. It's true." Bi Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking like he was at a disadvantage.
Jingfeng's eyes were strange and he said: "I'm afraid you really want to beat me in the next game, right?"
"This one seeks more abuse, so I won't be lenient. I just discovered that beating others feels good, so of course I want to continue." An evil smile appeared on Bi Fan's face.
Jingfeng saw Bi Fan's evil smile and couldn't help but mourn for Luo Sheng in his heart.
There are several inner disciples around Luo Sheng, who are flattering him.
"Senior Brother Luo Sheng, if you have the Tianyun Sword this time, you will definitely beat Bi Fan to the ground."
"That's because the boss is stronger than Bi Fan, and with the Tianyun Sword in hand, winning is not an easy task."
Luo Sheng smiled and said: "I have another trump card, I want to make it impossible for Bi Fan to leave the competition arena alive."
Immediately, Luo Sheng's eyes became extremely cold, and he looked at Bi Fan as if he wanted to eat someone.
"Great Elder, what do you think of Bi Fan?" Yu Qingyang suddenly asked.
The status of the Great Elder is similar to that of Deputy Sect Master Ling Xinya, so he naturally sits next to Yu Qingyang.
The Great Elder narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Bi Fan, the first place in last year's registered disciple selection, your strength is not bad."
"Is your strength okay?" Ling Xinya said coldly: "Then do you know that Bi Fan and your grandson Luo Sheng have a martial arts competition agreement?"
"I don't know, I don't care about these little guys, let them make trouble on their own." Luo Xiaotian looked as if it was none of his business.
Ling Xinya said: "I don't care about the little guy's affairs. You even gave the Tianyun Sword to Luo Sheng. If you don't care about it, then what does it mean?"
"Deputy Sect Master Ling, I gave the unused magic weapon to my grandson, so I don't need to explain anything to you, right?" Luo Xiaotian and Ling Xinya were not on good terms, so naturally they couldn't say anything.
Ling Xinya snorted coldly: "Of course I can't care about it, but I hope you won't interfere in the competition later." [
"I should be the one to say this. I hope you will not interfere in the competition later. I know you are worried about your disciple Bi Fan, but there is no need to entangle this matter with me." Luo Xiaotian was obviously full of confidence in Luo Sheng.
"Okay, don't start arguing anymore. Let's watch the competition carefully. It will start soon." Yu Qingyang was helpless when he saw his right and left arms bickering.