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 during 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 was a young master who had three strands of true energy condensed in his body! If the other party hadn't underestimated the enemy, ignored him, and was attacked by Wang Li with all his might, forcing him to take a picture of him in 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.
He widened his eyes and 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, he glared at him angrily and said.
"Hey, I just wanted to look at you and see if you dropped anything in prison."
"Because I heard that there are only men in the prison and there are no women. Some prisoners have different interests and hobbies after they come out."
Ma Zicong had a lewd smile on his face, but everyone could hear that his tone was still very happy.
Lu Fan glanced at him and stopped arguing with him.
After his eyes faintly glanced at the Japanese female grandmaster behind him, he said nothing more and concentrated on other competitions in the square.
The first round of the battle is not completely over yet, and the challenges in the ring continue to be staged.
Fighting at this level basically looks very exciting to others.
The true energy leaked out, and afterimages flew everywhere.
You can even see some Xuanmen disciples performing Xuanmen secret techniques, bombarding the entire arena with smoke, making it impossible to see clearly the specific details of what happened inside.
Lu Fan also took this opportunity to appreciate the strength of the younger generation of leaders in the ancient martial arts world, as well as the skills that the major ancient martial arts families are good at.
Because of the huge disparity in strength, the progress of each competition is completely different.
In other arenas, while they were still trying to defeat their opponents to score a pitiful two points, a figure that attracted everyone's attention had already appeared on the first arena.
Nangong Wuxiu!
Nangong Wuxiu, the son-level, contemporary leader of the younger generation of the Nangong family, known as a rare genius in the Chinese ancient martial arts world for a century, finally appears.
As Nangong Wuxiu, who is known as the number one young man in the world today, the reputation and reputation he carries are really too great.
He also appeared, instantly attracting the attention of thousands of people in the audience. Even the elders of the Exhibition Farmers Association sitting on the high platform opened their eyes and turned their gazes in the direction of the first arena.
Its momentum has even overshadowed many top ancient martial arts families.
Cheers and cheers like a tsunami echoed over the square in an instant.
