Chapter 923： Talk hard

As soon as the battle began, Ye Wufeng fell under the wind, facing the attack of the sharp-mouthed monkey gills, he could only struggle hard.

And just as everyone secretly squeezed a sweat for Ye Wufeng, the figure of Li Feng appeared behind Chen Fan.

"Did you see someone being hanged and beaten on the stage? If I remember correctly, he should be your companion."

The voice of the negative test sounded, Chen Fan of course heard who the speaker was, but he did not answer the conversation or look back.

Li Feng didn't care, and continued: "In overtime, I will use the most brutal means to kill you like this!"

"Are your Blood Refining Sects so self-defeating?" Chen Fan finally countered.

"Back then, Ye Yao always yelled in front of me to kill me, and now you do the same. I don't know who is in charge of the Blood Refining Sect and taught such a group of people who are overpowered!"

Chen Fan's eyes didn't pay attention to the Li Feng behind him at all, while looking at the battles on the ring, he mocked casually.

After hearing the words from the wind, he didn't care, and said confidently: "So, I'll just wait to see your methods and see if your combat power is as strong as your tongue!"

"Finally I advise you to be careful when you speak, otherwise you don't know how to die!"

After all, Li Feng left. From the beginning to the end of the exchange between the two, they didn't even look at each other at all.

The move of Li Feng to come forward to let go of words was really naive in Chen Fan's eyes. It would be better to maintain his state at the peak during that time and engage in a fun and dripping battle.

It can only be said that the other party is too arrogant, even so arrogant that he does not put the world in his eyes.

And Chen Fan is exactly the nemesis of such people!

In this way, about half an hour later, Ye Wufeng walked down the ring with an injury, and he still lost this battle.

"Sorry, I can't beat him after all."

When Ye Wufeng was embarrassed, his clothes were messy, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and he looked very depressed.

Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Victory or defeat is a common matter for soldiers. You are still young and you will have time in the future."

When the words fell, Chen Fan didn't have the time to pay attention to Ye Wufeng's state, and began to walk towards the 12th ring.

The second match is about to take place. Chen Fan is looking forward to who his opponent is.

"Boom boom boom..."

With the sound of the gong thinking, Chen Fan leaped into the air and jumped onto the 12th ring. At the same time, there was already a young monk wearing a white robe standing opposite. His forehead without the slightest hair looked very much against the sun. Dazzling.

Obviously it is the Buddha of White Horse Temple.

"Poor monks do nothing, have seen the donor."

When the little monk saw Chen Fan, he immediately put away the rosary in his hands, folded his hands together, and bowed.

I saw his long benevolent eyebrows and good intentions. He will not be old next year, but his face is majestic and solemn, and he is not tall. He is probably half a head shorter than Chen Fan, and his cultivation is about Wuhou Second Heaven.

"Under Chen Fan, please enlighten me."

Learning to do nothing, put his hands together and salute, Chen Fan calmly stretched out a hand, indicating that inaction first please.

At this moment, the second round of battle has been in full swing, and the eyes of outsiders watching the battle are attracted by the fifteen arenas, so not many people pay attention to Chen Fan here.

Apart from Guo Mingfeng and others, I am afraid that only the Blood Refining Sect and the Buddha of the White Horse Temple have cultivated.

On the ring, Wuwei smiled and nodded after receiving Chen Fan's reply: "So, please be careful of Donor Chen."

After that, Wuwei pinched the rosary in his palm, and started chanting at this time.

But at the same time, Chen Fan's face suddenly changed, and his spirit was in a trance.