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Chapter 2530 The core disciple appears!

Everyone was shocked when they heard Ye Fan's words.

This boy's arrogance is beyond estimation, and he seems to be invincible here.

"Master Beichen, are you really okay?" the host asked with a smile.

"No problem!"

Ye Fan nodded readily, he would never be afraid of challenges.

This time, being able to have some interesting challenges in the last ten games is what he wants most.

"Well, you are indeed a young hero, let us applaud Mr. Beichen!"

"OK!"

Countless monks became excited, and they all wanted to see Beichen's true strength. Although the previous monks were very powerful, they didn't seem to be on the same level as Beichen.

Therefore, whether it is to observe and learn, or to make their own bets, they all want to see this ending.

As the manager of the arena, the host naturally wants to see the battle continue.

It is best not to stop and continue. In this way, their business will be much better.

"Let more powerful monks challenge Beichen. We want to see a stronger existence!"

"Yes, this Beichen is too arrogant. I have lost countless games. I want to see a truly strong monk come on stage!"

"Suppress this kid's arrogance. This is the Water Moon Holy Land. Isn't there even a monk who can check and balance this kid? Don't forget, he comes from the thirty-sixth level of Zichen Star. What's the truth?"



As Ye Fan won more and more games, many people became dissatisfied with him.

Many gamblers wanted to take advantage of Ye Fan's strength to make money back. Therefore, when Ye Fan was at his peak, they bet on each other, hoping to make money back.

However, Ye Fan actually did not lose a game, which was very uncomfortable. Not only did he not get back his money, but now he has to lose his pants.

Therefore, they really wanted to see Ye Fan being pressed to the ground and being rubbed. Even if they lost everything, they still wanted to see Ye Fan's defeat.

Seeing so many monks making their own comments about Ye Fan, the host smiled slightly. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

As long as the number of people paying attention to Ye Fan continues to rise, then the popularity of this arena will become higher and higher.

Moreover, he also saw the existence of Xu Yifeng.

Even people like Xu Yifeng have come to this arena, which shows that Ye Fan's influence is already very great.

"Senior Brother Xu, are you just looking at this kid and doing whatever he wants here?"

"If this continues, although the popularity of our arena will be very high, we won't be able to make much money. More and more people will start betting on Ye Fan, which will cause the odds to drop a lot."

"Yes, this kid Ye Fan doesn't take the masters of Shuiyue Holy Land into his eyes at all. Isn't it time to give him some color?"

Several monks following Xu Yifeng all expressed their dissatisfaction with Ye Fan.

He smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, this kid won't be proud for long. The people who appear below are all above him in cultivation, and whether they are magic weapons or talents, they are above him. Do you think he is a legend?"

Can it still be sustained?”

"Senior Brother Xu, even though you said that, I think this guy is too evil. I can't let him take it easy in the last ten games."

"right!"

Seeing that everyone was still worried, Xu Yifeng continued.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

"ah……"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Xu Yifeng to say this. This meant that if no one could subdue Ye Fan, he might have to play in person.

As a result, all the monks had no reason to continue talking. They followed Xu Yifeng and continued to watch.

At this moment, Ye Fan stood in the center of the arena, waiting for his opponent.

"This time, the player we have here is a core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land, codenamed Night Wolf!"

As the host's voice was conveyed to every audience present, everyone suddenly became excited. Finally, the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land appeared.

"Wow, it's finally here. This time it's the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land. This battle is different."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Shuiyue Holy Land couldn't help but take action."

"Sending out core disciples to fight against Beichen really gives him face. It's so cool!"

"This time, I'm going to bet on Ye Fan and let this guy get my money back!"



Hearing that he was a core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land, the monks who wanted Ye Fan to lose were all more confident.

Although the previous monks were powerful, they were not the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land. The gap was obvious in their minds.

The core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land can walk sideways on other stars, but this time, the people in the arena must not be able to stand it any longer. They don't want Ye Fan to continue to win, so they use their trump card.

There was a weird smile on every monk's face. Many of them looked at each other as if they were looking at their opponents, wanting to know which side they would bet on?

"Which side are you betting on?"

"Hey, what about you?"

"Beichen!"

"Beichen? Don't tease me, this time he is the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land!"

"If you know, don't ask."

Sure enough, there was an obvious deviation in the betting this time. Many monks bet on Ye Fan's opponent.

Patriarch Hongling sneered slightly. This was all within his expectations. The name of the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land was too loud.

Whether on the street or in the arena, he is a convincing presence.

No matter how famous Ye Fan is, he is still a low-level monk. No one believes that he can be so defiant.

"I bet on Beichen, everything!"

Patriarch Hongling took his treasure bag and placed it on the table.

"Wow, this old man is really stubborn!"

"Hehe, let him lose completely this time!"

"OK!"

Several monks who were unfriendly to Ye Fan mocked Patriarch Hongling.

Patriarch Hongling remained silent because he knew the result very well.

"Ye Lang is a core disciple who has cultivated to the third level of Tribulation Transcendence. He has won seventy games in a row before. I heard that this player's master is an elder from Shuiyue Holy Land!"

"Wow……"

Suddenly, everyone became excited again.

"Haha, this time, it depends on your choice!"

After speaking, the host left the stage, and above the battlefield, a door slowly opened.

"call!"

In an instant, a powerful aura swept out, causing strong winds to rise all around.

This powerful aura caused many monks on the stands to release their aura shields to resist.

Their hearts were shocked, the momentum alone was so powerful, they thought Ye Fan was dead this time.

"Beichen, I won't hold back this time!" Ye Lang said with a ferocious smile.

"Haha, come on, my hands are itchy."

Ye Fan sneered slightly.

But he understood that this time his opponent was unusual, and he had quietly used the Phaseless Sword!


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