Chapter 950： First battle

With Li Qingtian's death, the situation has undergone subtle changes.

From the beginning, everyone faced Chen Fan with the same hatred, but they became wary of the same hatred at the same time, but they were careful to guard against each other.

This is the result Chen Fan wants to see, he must not let the rest of the people unite together.

"Everyone, the five of us fought in a melee before, and when we start, one of us will lose out. The one who wants to come is Chen!"

"But now it's all right. The four of us are left. We can just play against each other. Isn't it fair?"

Chen Fan opened his mouth with a smile, his expression calm and strategizing.

"How can it be as easy as you said?" Hong Ling let out a sneer: "You have done everything you can, and you've all talked about us. Now you want to get fairness with a few simple words?"

"if not?"

Chen Fan asked, "The three of you besieged me, and Chen was out of the game. How should the remaining three fight? Two fights one? Then Chen would like to ask, who is it that unites with whom, and who is going to attack whom? What?"

Say something, and it's immediate!

I saw the first look in Murong Bo's eyes with a guarded look.

Excluding the invisible Chen Fan, Murong Bo must be the strongest here. Once the three of them join forces to eliminate Chen Fan, there is no need to think about the rest of the situation.

Wunian and Hongling will automatically unite together and continue to eliminate Murong Bo before starting a decisive battle.

This kind of truth is literally placed in front of everyone, very clear.

They didn't care about it before, because they didn't want to think about it subconsciously, but Chen Fan's words ripped all this **** before everyone's eyes, making them have to think, not to ponder!

This is Chen Fan's cleverness. A few words can be regarded as pulling Murong Bor to his side, making him the first to stand up and strongly oppose the three-on-one siege!

"Brother Chen, Murong has been taught!"

With a wry smile, Murong Bo slowly approached Chen Fan and chose to stand on the same line with him.

After all, both of them will have to face being besieged, the enemy's enemy is a friend.

Seeing this situation, Wunian and Hongling also knew that it was easy. The situation where they sharpened their swords and prepared to besiege Chen Fan with their equipment has now collapsed.

Then the only thing left is to fight against each other and win by their true ability.

"Murong Bo, our previous battle is not over yet, today I will defeat you!"

Hong Ling let out a scolding, and greeted Murong Bo and launched an attack. At the same time, Wu Nian stood opposite Chen Fan.

"I'm very curious now. At the beginning, in the ruined temple, if you and I fought head-on, what would the result be?"

Wunian put his hands together and bowed to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan also politely said: "The first battle did not take place that day. Didn't Chen exhaust all means to make up for it? I really want to learn about the methods of the Buddha's arhats!"

"Haha, good!" Wunian laughed: "No matter what the result is today, you, Chen Fan, I'm settled!"

The voice fell, golden light lingered above Wunian's double fists, and the two golden arhats slowly condensed.

On the other hand, Chen Fan did not use his ancestral shadow.

After all, he is only a half-step Wuhou, and the phantom of Ancestral Dragon can only last for a moment, so this strongest method is naturally reserved for the strongest enemy!

"Boom!"

The battle begins!

All the people from the outside world stared with bated breath, their eyes constantly flowing on the bronze mirror, but more people looked at the battle between Chen Fan and Wunian.

After all, they have all heard of Murong Bo's strength, but Chen Fan didn't seem to make a full shot from beginning to end.

In addition to the previous embarrassment during the fight against the Buddhist cultivation of the White Horse Temple, everyone wants to see whether Chen Fan has grown!