Facing Mo Chen's aggressive provocation and pretense, Lu Fan said calmly: "Hurry up and die."
The geniuses around him all showed anger. Today, Lu Fan used his mortal body to challenge their genius pride one after another.
If many people hadn't known that they couldn't defeat him, they would have rallied to attack him, leaving him dead without a place to die.
However, Mo Chen, the seventh-ranked genius, took the initiative to challenge, and they all had gloating in their eyes.
After all, every ranking among the top ten represents an unbridgeable gap!
The spectator seats, which were originally filled with excitement, were once again quiet at this moment.
The challenge continues!
Mo Chen seemed to have a very high reputation in the eyes of these overseas monks.
Ancient Shushan, an ancient sect whose inheritance can be passed down to this day.
Even in the overseas world, it has a supreme status.
"Haha, that's interesting."
In a bronze hall suspended in mid-air, Venerable Ziyang laughed happily.
The old woman who was on good terms with Venerable Ziyang had a kind face full of smiles.
Her eyes not only fell on Lu Fan, but more often, they were paying attention to Dongfang Yanran who was standing aside.
The faces of the other venerables were not very good-looking.
Especially those who bet against the two of them.
"Hahahaha, I'm really sorry."
Venerable Ziyang took all the elixirs and magic weapons in his hands, put them into the Qiankun bag, and smiled sheepishly while putting them back:
"It cost you money, it costs you money."
His face glowed red: "Are you still going to bet next?"
"Don't be too happy too early!"
The white-haired old man was furious: "It's just a bit of luck. He is completely pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he has fooled everyone!"
"But if you get into the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking, luck no longer works."
"He will definitely die by Mo Chen's sword!"
"I bet!"
Not only him, but also other sages were filled with indignation and felt that they had been tricked by Lu Fan.
Then place your bet again and continue to complete the bet.
But what was different from before was that the bronze hall where the ancient Shu Mountain was located was unusually quiet.
No sound was made.
There wasn't even a voice to support Mo Chen.
It was as if, in their eyes, this was a battle with extremely different strengths. It hadn't started yet, but the outcome was already decided.
On the arena.
Mo Chen stood there quietly, the aura around him turning directly into solid sword intent, constantly circling and entwining around his body.
Unpretentious.
But every tiny sword intention contained terrifying power.
Wherever the sword intention passed, the air vibrated, as if it was about to be torn apart, causing the air around the position where Mo Chen stood to fluctuate continuously, as if a heavenly being descended from the earth, full of intimidation.
"Half a month ago, I fought against Zuo Muyang."
"I gave him five moves and then defeated him with one move."
Mo Chen raised his arrogant chin with contemptuous eyes: "Since you defeated Zuo Muyang and took his place, I will also give you five moves."
"Within five moves, you can take action and use all your strength."
"This is your only chance to cause me trouble."
He smiled softly and said, "You have to cherish it."
Give me five moves first!
Mo Chen stood still, but his plain words ignited the blood of the entire battlefield!
Such a strong man!
This is the arrogance and strength that the top ten people on the Heavenly Ranking should really have!
