At twelve o'clock at noon, the sun was shining high, and many of the people watching the battle were so breathless that they dozed off.
Some people got really impatient with waiting and simply meditated.
But people from the outside world who heard the news came here in a steady stream.
Among them are various wealthy families, as well as various sects in the world.
They all understand that this competition may overturn the ancient martial arts world.
If Wu Yingjie wins, then Tang Fan will only die and Fanwumen will have no place to stand.
If Tang Fan wins, maybe Wu Yingjie will not die, but the Baji Gatekeeper withdraws from the Ancient Martial Arts Association, and the Fanwu Gatekeeper soars into the sky!
Everyone wants to see if Tang Fan, as a monk, can break through in the ancient martial arts world.
But more and more people came to watch the fight, but the competition never started.
Tang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed tightly, with a calm expression.
Opposite him was Wu Yingjie standing.
Compared to Tang Fan, Wu Yingjie was very tired. However, in order to maintain the image of his sect leader, he could only act calm and confident at this moment to show his pride.
Two hours have passed since Tang Fan agreed to the martial arts competition.
Wu Yingjie's legs were a little sore. He secretly glanced at everyone and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he raised his legs to loosen his muscles and bones, which relieved the discomfort in his legs.
"Master Wu, why don't you sit down and take a rest?"
Tang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and expressed his concern with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense, can we start now?"
Wu Yingjie's nose was so angry that he was crooked.
He thought he could start the war after agreeing to Tang Fan's various ridiculous conditions, but he didn't expect that this kid would use the excuse of having a stomachache as an excuse to just sit there and let everyone hang out for so long. How could there be such a shameless person in the world?
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Tang Fan raised his head to look at the sky, made a calculation, shook his head and said: "This is not a good time, I might cause a bloody disaster to you, just wait a little longer!"
"Tang Fan!"
Wu Yingjie roared and said angrily: "If you are afraid, just give up and stop embarrassing yourself here!"
"Hmph, who said I'm scared? I'm just not feeling well. Do you... do you, the Baji Sect, want to take advantage of others' danger? Well, come over and chop me with a knife, and you win!"
"you you……"
In terms of talking skills, how could Wu Yingjie be Tang Fan's opponent? He was so angry that he didn't even know what to say.
"ah……"
In full view of everyone, Tang Fan actually raised his arms and stretched, yawned and looked back, wondering why Chen Xingyu hasn't come yet!
At this moment, a figure ran from the distance, it was Chen Xingyu.
"Tang Lord!"
Chen Xingyu fell in front of Tang Fan and communicated some news with his eyes.
Done!
Tang Fan understood his hint. The reason why he had been struggling for so long was not only to make it look like he was unwilling to compete, but also to wait for news about Chen Xingyu.
Since the opponent of the competition has changed, the international gaming group needs to re-operate to achieve the best publicity effect.
Under the deliberate arrangement of the banker, the gamblers naturally supported Wu Yingjie. Only Tang Fan himself and a small group of people bought him to win.
As long as Tang Fan wins in the end, he will win a huge sum of money, which is also his purpose of withdrawing a large amount of cash a few days ago.
Tang Fan patted his butt and stood up, turned back to look at David Lu, and said, "Has the contract been drafted?"
"It's ready...it's ready!"
David Lu had a sad face. Although he knew that Tang Fan had a reason to do what he did, he really couldn't hold his head up in front of everyone.
He took out the contract and handed it to Tang Fan. It contained more than twenty items, most of which were unreasonable demands.
During the martial arts competition, Tang Fan could stop at any time.
Also, if he had a premonition that Wu Yingjie was going to kill him, he could kill him instead without taking any responsibility...
Tang Fan picked up the pen and signed his name, handed it to Wu Yingjie and said, "Do you dare to sign the contract?"
"Bring it!"
Wu Yingjie was impatient for a long time. Although he could see that Tang Fan was deliberately torturing him, he could only follow him.
Anyway, as long as you kill Tang Fan, all problems will be solved!
Wu Yingjie took over the contract and signed his name.
Tang Fan put the contract away and handed it to David Lu. He took a big step and said with his hands behind his back: "Wu Yingjie, you and the Baji Sect are pressing each other step by step. I agree that the competition is helpless. Today I will make you convinced that you lose!"
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"I said you had a bloody disaster, but you still don't believe it! If you lose..."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started!"
Wu Yingjie stood up, clenched his fist and was about to charge.
"Wait a moment!"
Tang Fan shouted.
"What else do you want to do?"
Wu Yingjie was so angry that his eyes almost burst.
Tang Fan glanced around at the crowd watching the battle and said: "Everyone, I just received the news that an overseas gambling website has set up a game for this competition. As long as you buy, I will win, and I will guarantee you a big profit. Don't buy the wrong one.
It’s my fault!”
"this……"
When everyone heard this, they immediately took out their mobile phones to search, and sure enough they saw this shocking gambling game.
"Oh my god, Master Wu has such high odds!"
"Hmph, it seems that no one is optimistic about Tang Fan!"
"I want to pledge all my wealth to Master Wu!"
"Wouldn't that embarrass Tang Fan? I...I'll buy him a hundred yuan, haha..."
"Ha ha……"
The scene was filled with laughter. The scene that was originally filled with a solemn atmosphere was made laughable by Tang Fan and was filled with a sense of comedy!
Tang Fan's subordinates were all so ashamed that they couldn't even raise their heads, wishing they could find a place to hide in.
On the periphery of the crowd, there was a girl wearing a black cloak. She turned back and said to the people around her: "I bet all my wealth on Brother Tang to win!"
"Miss, is this...isn't this bad?"
"Listen to me, we can make a lot of money, haha..."
The girl's bell-like voice came out, very pleasant to the ear.
The subordinates had no choice but to obey the orders.
In the other direction, a commercial car was parked, with Xiao Xuexin and Bai Jingyi sitting in the car.
Bai Jingyi threw her phone aside, looked at Xiao Xuexin and asked, "Mr. Xiao, are you in custody?"
"Deposited, all of them."
"hehe……"
Bai Jingyi smiled knowingly.
There was also a girl in the crowd, looking closely at Tang Fan.
"It's strange that this person's breath seems familiar..."
This person is none other than Yu Rou, who came specially from Baichuan.
After Tang Fan died, Mo Yan, who was protected by many subordinates, had already called the company and deposited all the cash.
The Fanwu Clan, the Dongfang Family, and the Shi Family... all pledged large sums of money to Tang Fan.
Yao Ming and Hong Jie were also standing in the crowd.
Hong Jie asked in a low voice: "Young Master, how shall we take custody?"
"Bet Tang Fan!" Yao Ming looked confident.
Hong Jie hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Tang Fan's many tricks, he stopped speaking.
Tang Valley of the Tang family stands in an inconspicuous place.
He looked back at his subordinate who had lost both ears and ordered: "Put all my money on, I bet Wu Yingjie will win!"
Tang Tianhai looked back, smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone and started operating it.
"Grandpa, do you also want Wu Yingjie to win?"
"No, I bet that Tang Fan will win!"
"What……"
Tang Gu was dumbfounded.
"Tang Fan went to great lengths to set up this killing trap, do you think he will lose?"
Tang Tianhai sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Tang Gu looked unconvinced. He didn't believe that Tang Fan would win.
Even if he is in the late stage of pill formation, if he does not use the Immortal Sect spells, he will definitely not be a match for the powerful Wu Yingjie of the Martial Emperor Realm.
As everyone bought in, the funds in the gambling pool expanded instantly and became a shocking figure.
"Master Wu, kill Tang Fan!"
"Master Wu, my entire wealth depends on you!"
Most of the cheers at the scene were given to Wu Yingjie, who had invested a huge amount of money.
Wu Yingjie looked proud, clasped his fists at everyone, and said loudly: "Today, I will compete with Tang Fan on behalf of the Bajimen, to avenge old and new hatreds and avenge previous shame!"
"Tang Fan, take your life!"
Wu Yingjie clenched his fist and rushed forward, and the martial arts competition began.