Lu Fan said nothing, looked up at the audience, and walked directly towards the Wang family camp.
"Brother Lu!"
When Wang Li saw this, he stood up in surprise.
He had just returned from completing the challenge and was being treated by a doctor.
Seeing Lu Fan walking straight towards them, he was so excited that he didn't even have time to see his injuries. He stood up and shouted loudly and waved.
Wang Shangzhi, Wang Guosheng and other members of the Wang family stood up one after another.
Ma Zicong was so excited that his face flushed red, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even say a word.
"Little friend Lu, please sit down quickly."
Wang Shangzhi waved his hand hurriedly: "Come here, look at Lu Xiaoyou's injuries!"
"No."
Lu Fan smiled: "I'm fine, just rest for a while."
Lu Fan was sitting in the Wang family camp and looked at Wang Li who also ran to sit next to him with a bruised nose and face: "How is it? Can you still hold on in the bottom lane match?"
Wang Li is not as lucky as Lu Fan, or in other words, he is not as strong as Lu Fan.
Although his battle ended relatively quickly, he did so at the risk of his life.
The other party is a young master who has condensed three qi in his body! If the other party hadn't underestimated the enemy, didn't take him seriously, and was attacked by Wang Li with all his strength, and forced him to take a picture of the ring, Wang Li would have been beaten by now.
It's impossible for him to be dead and still appear here fine.
But even so, he still fulfilled the requirements of the Wang family ancestors, entered the group stage, and won the first round.
"This is all about participating. I plan to admit defeat directly in the next round."
When Wang Li was speaking, he touched his wound and grimaced in pain: "Look at me like this, I will probably have trouble even getting on stage in a while, so I won't embarrass myself and be beaten like a human sandbag."
Lu Fan nodded when he saw this. Wang Li was half a step up to the peak of a grandmaster. It was already rare that Wang Li could stand out in the melee auditions and win the first round of the group stage. If he went further, he would only die. There was no need.
"Brother Lu, you are finally here!"
Ma Zicong, Lu Fan's chief follower, also squeezed through the crowd and ran over at this time.
His eyes widened, and he looked at Lu Fan carefully, his eyes focused, as if he wanted to count all the hairs on Lu Fan's body.
"Damn it, look at your uncle."
"I'm not a woman, and I have no interest in you at all."
Lu Fan had goosebumps all over his body at the sight, and he glared at him angrily and said.
"Hey, I just wanted to look at you and see if you dropped anything in prison."