At this moment, Old Man Xuanyuan's conversation suddenly changed:
"I heard that this year's ancient martial arts competition will have some extra jackpots because of the appearance of one person."
"This person is unknown, but in just three days, he aroused the anger of the entire younger generation in the ancient martial arts world of China."
"And before that, because we offended some of the families present, we made an agreement that today in the ancient martial arts arena, there will be a battle between victory and defeat, as well as life and death. The two sides will resolve their grudges through a competition in the arena."
"This is not in compliance with the rules."
"Not everyone can participate in the Shenglongbang Ancient Martial Arts Competition. You need to be recommended by your family or have a certain reputation outside before you can enter the competition."
"It's just that judging from his performance in the three days, he can be considered qualified for admission."
"Well, let's bring him out first and let me take a look for myself. If he is really as brave as the rumors say, I can be lenient and let him go on stage to avenge everyone and repay injustice. How about that?
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The last sentence he asked was Song Jianqiu who was sitting behind him.
Song Jianqiu nodded: "I'll just follow the president's orders."
Immediately, he waved his hand and said: "Bring people in."
Lu Fan was taken out of the prison car of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League, walked through the large iron gate that was opened, and appeared in the ancient martial arts competition venue. This time, he was no longer tied with chains. He had taken a shower and changed into clean clothes.
The wounds were densely covered, and after just walking for a while, the wounds tore open, and the gray short shirt was instantly soaked with blood, making him extremely miserable.
"coming!"
Seeing Lu Fan finally appear at the competition site, Zhong Boyong, Master Kong Chan, and Coach Lei all had expressions of emotion on their faces.
When he saw Lu Fan dragging his tattered body, stumbling from time to time, and bleeding all over his body, Coach Lei even cursed in a low voice: "These beasts! Didn't we agree not to let anyone get close to hurt him? Why?
Will he become so embarrassed?"
"It seems that this so-called uprightness like Song Jianqiu is just a false reputation!"
Standing in the middle of the large arena, Lu Fan slowly scanned the crowd and couldn't help but sneered: "Another group of trash came, but this time there were more trash, and finally I was able to beat them."
No one thought, not even the old man Xuanyuan and Song Jianqiu, that this young man, who was physically disabled and still bleeding desperately, would be so arrogant. Even though he was here, he still dared to speak arrogant words without knowing whether to live or die.
However, there was no need for Lu Fan to stimulate him at all. When Lu Fan appeared, many people present had red eyes. Even some old warriors stood on their heads with their eyebrows standing on their heads, their pupils showing a cold light. They were so arrogant.
"This bastard, if I don't beat him to death in the ring today, I will be a member of the Mo family in vain!"
At this moment, Lu Fan felt an extremely strong killing intent, like a knife, cutting himself.
He turned his head lightly and suddenly saw a young man wearing an iron mask, with only the upper half of his face exposed, looking at him fiercely among a group of Mohists wearing gray robes.
At this moment, Mo Yu's eyes were staring straight at Lu Fan. The hatred, resentment, and curse in his eyes directly caused the temperature nearby to drop to freezing point!
"Haha, you're a loser."
Lu Fan sneered again and again: "Why are you wearing a mask on a hot day? Is there something shameful on your face? Take it off and let everyone see. I think the atmosphere here is too heavy. Let everyone be happy.
