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 too overbearing. 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 has never even seen this kind of power and domineering in Cao Sheng!
"You, don't come over, I'll give up, I won't fight, don't come over!"