The grudge between Lu Fan and the Luo family is no longer a secret.
Luo Yu, the son of the Luo family, died tragically in Nandu. When Lu Fan was still imprisoned in the Blackwater Dungeon, descendants of the Luo family were seeking revenge and challenging him.
Now, Luo Gusha, who is like a star of tomorrow, has just easily defeated Song Yingyu, the son of the Song family, with overwhelming momentum. At the end, he pointed a gun at Lu Fan and openly threatened to defeat Lu Fan with his own hands in the top four.
Anyone kills.
In Lu Fan's current state, even if he reaches the semi-finals, once he really encounters Luo Gusha, what difference does it make to seek death?
"Although the top four spots sound very tempting, they mean nothing to dead people."
Wang Shangzhi looked sad and wanted to persuade Lu Fan to give up his qualification for the semi-finals.
"Yes, Brother Lu, the top eight are actually very impressive. Didn't you see that you entered the top eight? Didn't many people come to our yard last night to give out name cards?"
"Besides, whoever makes it to the semi-finals between you and your sister-in-law is essentially the same..."
Wang Li muttered the last sentence in a low voice.
There is no airtight wall under the sky.
When he was drinking with those people last night, he also heard the inner and outer meanings of these people's words and the true meaning of coming to visit them.
The Dongfang family wants to propose marriage to Lu Fan and betroth the family's most outstanding young master, Dongfang Yanran, to Lu Fan.
This almost made Wang Li so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, but when he saw Lu Fan didn't mention it at all the next day and had to prepare for the competition, he didn't take the initiative to speak.
At this point, he can only hope that he can use this element to prevent Lu Fan from continuing to go on stage and fight for his life.
Lu Fan glanced at him and was about to speak.
But the whole audience suddenly remembered and exclaimed!
He suddenly turned around and saw the broken arm on the ring flying into the air.
Blood mist sprayed, and a figure retreated continuously on the ring, his right hand covering his bloody left shoulder, his face full of panic!
Cao Qitian!
Standing opposite him at this moment is Nangong Wuxiu, the most powerful and unrivaled figure in the Chinese martial arts who is the strongest son of the country!
"Cao Qitian, in the hands of Nangong Wuxiu, couldn't hold on for a single round, and his arm was torn off by him!"
The crowd gasped one after another!
"You, what are you going to do?"
At this moment, Cao Qitian's eyes were filled with deep fear.
Nangong Wuxiu was so overbearing that he broke the bloody handprint that he was proud of at the slightest disagreement. He also used his physical strength to break up his body-protecting energy and tore off one of his arms!
He had never even seen this kind of power and dominance in Cao Sheng!
"You, don't come over, I'll give up, I won't fight, don't come over!"
Cao Qitian retreated and roared loudly.
But no matter how he screamed, it seemed as if no one was heard outside. He suddenly froze, staring at Nangong Wuxiu with his eyes: "What did you do? What exactly did you do?"
"Did not do anything."
Nangong Wuxiu's expression was extremely cold, and every step he took seemed to step on Cao Qitian's heart: "I just want to kill you, or be killed by you."
His voice was like a demon whispering!
Cao Qitian was trembling all over, shaking his head desperately: "You are crazy! You must be crazy! I admit defeat, let me out, let me out quickly! I admit defeat, I won't fight!"
"what happened?"
The strong men of the Cao family stood up one after another, staring suspiciously at the strange scene taking place on the ring.
It is clear that Cao Qitian has been defeated and seems to be unable to fight again, but in the ring, there is no sound at all, and there is no sound of Cao Qitian admitting defeat at all.
According to the rules of the competition, unless one party actively shouts to admit defeat, the game will continue.
But under the current situation, Nangong Wuxiu is obviously murderous. If Cao Qitian doesn't admit defeat, he will definitely be beaten to death by Nangong Wuxiu in the ring.
"Lao Feng! Our Cao family admits defeat and ends the game quickly!"
An elder of the Cao family looked at the high platform and shouted loudly.
The eyes of the Dragon Slaying Club and others on the high platform were also full of doubts at this time.
"On the stage, it seemed like there was a kind of sound-blocking ban."
"Who did it?"
Feng Lao narrowed his eyes and spoke in an unusually low tone:
"Break the restriction and rescue Mr. Cao's family."
Before the words were spoken, a figure soared into the sky from the jury camp, and then, a flash of white light fell from the sky and slammed into the ancient martial arts arena where they were competing!
