He smiled calmly, and the breeze blew against his face, bringing a hint of warmth.
Mo Yu also laughed and sarcastically said: "Who are you talking about? That lowly slave in the back?"
Lu Fan stared at him and said nothing.
“I! am! speaking! to! you!!”
Being ignored by Lu Fan again, Mo Yu's face was filled with ferociousness, and his whole body erupted with ferocious anger.
"Break one of his legs and show him."
With an order, the ancient martial arts master took a step forward, raised his foot, bent his kneeling calf bone towards Lu Fuqing, and stepped on it hard!
"Okay, I get it."
Lu Fan finally spoke, interrupting the Grand Master's movements.
"Um."
Mo Yu waved his hand and signaled the guarding Grand Master to step back.
"Are you here to watch today's game too?"
Lu Fan did not move for the time being, nor did he rush forward to rescue Lu Fuqing.
"Like you, come over and take a look."
Mo Yu's face quickly returned to calm, and his eyes were replaced by a kind of joking: "You, on the other hand, shouldn't be qualified to appear here, right?"
"Where is your master? Hasn't he come?"
Mo Yu looked around and said sarcastically: "In this place, without a master to protect you all the time, your life may be in danger at any time..."
"Then let's try it."
Lu Fan didn't care: "The game is about to start. Let's go back to our respective ways and enjoy the game."
Mo Yu nodded, glanced at the three people once again, and then turned around and left.
Because at this time, a figure had appeared in the middle of the Colosseum.
At the entrance of the gate, more and more people walked in, and a terrifying aura was hidden inside.
The game is about to start. In this place, even Mo Yu doesn't dare to make any mistakes and affect the mood of other big guys watching the game.
He sat back down again.
"Brother Lu, what happened just now?"
Wang Li sat next to him nervously: "You seem to know the slave next to Mo Yu... Well, old man, is he an acquaintance of yours?"
He is not as strong as Lu Fan, but that doesn't mean he is stupid. You can still see the relationship between the two.
"It's nothing, just watch the game. This has nothing to do with you."
Lu Fan's tone was calm, and there was no wave on his face.
Ma Zicong seemed a little preoccupied. No one knew better than him the relationship between Lu Fan and Lu Fuqing. Lu Fan had entrusted him before to find a way to find Lu Fuqing's whereabouts... Now that Lu Fuqing appears here, and
Still appearing in this state, he knew Lu Fan's character well, and he was afraid that he would have to stir up a bloody storm in this gathering place of martial arts before he could leave.
More and more people began to take their seats in the viewing platform.
Great masters of ancient martial arts can be seen everywhere.
The lowest level of Qi is also concentrated at around five points, which is similar to Lu Fan's strength level.
There are more than a dozen top family nursing homes, beyond those of Song Jianqiu, who also appeared here accompanying the young masters and ladies of various families.
But the only thing that Lu Fan couldn't take his eyes away from was the old man standing in the center of the iron cage of the Colosseum.
23 lines of condensed true energy run through that seemingly ordinary body.
Beneath his kind face is the top strength that can kill an ancient martial arts master with one punch!
This is the absolute strongest in martial arts!
Standing at the pinnacle of the intermediate level of Grand Master!
If you look around the country of China, you probably won't be able to find ten of them.
Moreover, in his hand, he was holding someone.
It's holding.
Like a dog, he was lying on the ground with all four limbs, his clothes were ragged, his head was lowered, and he exuded a violent aura.
"Everyone, today's first battle slave is selected by my Cao family. It is a middle-level Grand Master. However, because it did not abide by the rules in my Cao family, it was abolished by my Grand Master who protects the house. Now it is only a junior Grand Master.
level.”
"He has a bad temper and is disobedient to discipline."
"But he has good combat experience. I heard that he was once a master of a certain family's house, but he was imprisoned in Cao's water prison for fifteen years and was basically useless."
"Let's just treat it as a jackpot. Whoever wants to win can come."
"No matter life or death."
The middle-level master of the house.
Lu Fan looked at the figure tied up by the iron chain. A family with a middle-level powerful master who controls the house is bound to have a prosperous population and prosperous martial arts. However, as the mainstay of the family, he has fallen into such a situation.
Think about how low the family behind him has fallen.
It is even possible that it may no longer exist.
But what Lu Fan didn't notice was that from the moment the slave was tied with chains and climbed step by step to the center of the arena, Wang Li, who was sitting next to him, never said a word again.