The faces of several young people in colorful clothes changed drastically. No one dared to say that Wen Renting had a health problem in front of him.
Wen Renting is most taboo about this.
Lu Fan is no different from seeking death now.
A young man in white clothes stood up and glared at Lu Fan, "Kneel down! Otherwise I will make your life worse than death."
"The biggest problem with your body right now is that your heart has been devoured by the poison, blocking the passage of energy and blood in your body."
"Even if you can protect your heart with your powerful Qi, there will be no sudden changes in a short period of time."
"But if you do this from the beginning, you may be able to delay the onset of the poison for a long time. But now that the poison has entered your heart, the so-called true energy protection is just a way to make up for it."
"Because the disease has spread to the heart, all you are doing now is just delaying the onset of the poison. You should be able to feel that you don't have much time now, and I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long."
Because a warrior's body has been blessed by true energy and transformed by flesh and blood, it is difficult to judge the symptoms and extent of a serious illness in his body by using ordinary people's facial features and complexion.
But Lu Fan clearly saw all this on Wen Renting's face.
It turns out that Wen Renting is extremely ill and is about to die.
"How dare a good-for-nothing from the top eight who was picked up by luck dare to brag about his medical skills here?"
The man in white has a cold expression.
"You are shameless enough to say that the head of my family is dying soon. I think you are looking for death."
Before he could finish his words, an extremely cold and powerful energy suddenly came out of his body and hit Lu Fan hard in the face.
"The clown."
Lu Fan looked indifferent and didn't even look at it. He directly raised his hand, opened his five fingers and gently grabbed the flying infuriating energy.
"boom!"
The fierce and powerful Qi was crushed in the palm of Lu Fan's hand like a balloon.
When the man in white saw this, his expression changed drastically.
But before he could react, Lu Fan waved his hand, and a terrifying air flow suddenly hit his chest. He didn't even have time to react, and he was directly hit by the air flow on his chest, and his body felt like
Like a kite with its string broken, it flew upside down and overturned tables and chairs. His head hit the wall hard, blood spurted from his mouth and he fell to the ground.
"These tables and chairs were specially sent here by the Dragon-Slaying Society. Calculate the price yourself and then compensate them."
The whole audience was shocked.
Several young people in colorful clothes were even more grown-up at heart, their eyes filled with disbelief.
How can this be?
Wenren Aotian is a genuine ancient martial arts master.
How could it be that he was slapped away by Lu Fan's careless palm?
Didn't you say that Lu Fan picked up the top four? But no matter how you look at him now, he is not on the same level as himself.
In other words, it should be in heaven and on earth, and only their elders can compete with them.
"Stop it all and get out."
Wen Renting calmed down at this moment, scolded everyone, and looked at Lu Fan apologetically:
