Everyone disliked Qin Fan, and some even deliberately humiliated Qin Fan in order to please Wuzong, flatter Wuzong.
"Boy, it's not easy for your parents to raise you like this, so why don't you come looking for death? Are you worthy of challenging Wuzong? Don't urinate to show yourself!"
"Haha, just look at your virtue. I can crush you to death with one hand. You dare to challenge Wuzong. I'm really tired of living!"
Hearing these curse words, Lan Ruoxue's angry little face turned red, and Su Yumo's already cold face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
"It's so abominable. Why are these people so vicious?" Lan Ruoxue said angrily.
Su Yumo said coldly: "They just hide in the crowd. Master can't find them. If they are allowed to stand alone, they won't dare to say a word."
Lan Ruoxue snorted coldly: "They are just a bunch of losers! They want to curry favor with Wuzong, so they deliberately insult Brother Qin Fan! Brother Qin Fan will defeat Wuzong later and won't spare them!"
Su Yumo sighed: "Forget it, don't argue with them. Wu Zong's strength is extraordinary. Let's see what master's chance of winning is!"
At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the side: "Huh, if you want to defeat Wu Zong, just dream!"
Lan Ruoxue and the other two looked back and saw a young man, with his legs spread apart and a figure-footed step, squeezing towards them under the protection of several people.
"Why is it him again? As annoying as a fly!" Lan Ruoxue looked disgusted.
This young man was none other than the guy who had the root of his troubles cut off with the sword of the Medical King and Protector Valley Girl.
After he left the restaurant, he had been sending people to secretly watch Lan Ruoxue and others, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.
However, before his people arrived, the battle between Qin Fan and Wuzong began, and everyone rushed into Wuzong.
He had no choice but to follow quickly.
The young man sneered ferociously: "Why, are you surprised to see me?"
Lan Ruoxue glanced at the middle of his legs with a blushing face, and sneered: "It seems that the lesson I gave you is not enough, right? You still dare to follow me!"
The young man sneered and said: "Don't be complacent first. Ask me who I am before you touch me. Today, none of you will be able to leave the Martial God City."
Lan Ruoxue is not afraid at all. With Qin Fan here, this kind of clown is nothing to be afraid of.
"Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, can you be as powerful as Wuzong?"
"My brother Qin Fan even dares to kill people from the Wuzong, so what do you mean to him!"
The young man was suddenly speechless, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
He glanced at Qin Fan, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the middle of the martial arts arena, and snorted coldly: "This kid is really crazy. He actually dares to go to Wuzong's headquarters and act wild. Okay, I will wait until he is killed by Wuzong, and then I will deal with you." !”
"When the time comes, let me see who else you can find as your backer!"
Lan Ruoxue sneered: "Brother Qin Fan will never lose! Just wait and see!"
The young man laughed loudly: "Outsiders, you have no idea how terrifying Wuzong is! Wuzong is by no means as simple as you think!"
"Just wait, your brother Qin Fan will definitely die!"
"Bah! A dog can't spit out ivory!" Lan Ruoxue cursed: "Ignore you!"
On the other side, Lao Mo, Han Huifeng and others also came to the martial arts arena.
"It's indeed Mr. Qin!" Old Mo suddenly looked surprised when he saw Qin Fan.
Han Huifeng also smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Qin has won two games, and he is still so calm and composed. Mr. Qin's strength is really unfathomable!"
He turned to Han Hui and others who looked excited and said, "Have you seen Mr. Qin? Are you satisfied now?"
George Han and others nodded quickly: "Satisfied, thank you for bringing us here!"
Han Huifeng smiled and said: "Silly boy, why are you being polite to me! Even if you don't ask, I will come to cheer for Mr. Qin!"
Next to them, a middle-aged man wearing a white gown looked at Lao Mo and Han Huifeng with an expression that looked like a fool.
"You just said you wanted to cheer for that kid?" the middle-aged man in white asked.
Lao Mo nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?"
A contemptuous sneer appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in white: "Are you relatives or friends of that boy?"
They would like to be relatives with Qin Fan, but they are not lucky enough to be friends. I am afraid they cannot be considered friends.
Lao Mo shook his head and said: "None of them. Mr. Qin is our benefactor, and we are all grateful to him."
The middle-aged man in white said with a smile: "Hmph, don't worry, your chance to repay your kindness will come soon."
Lao Mo asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
The middle-aged man in white said with a smile: "I will collect the body of your benefactor later!"
"Otherwise, I'm afraid no one would dare to collect his body! After all, he is challenging the Wuzong!"
Lao Mo and Han Huifeng's expressions suddenly darkened. Lao Mo said coldly: "Don't speak too soon. You don't understand Mr. Qin's strength at all. Why do you think he will lose!"
The middle-aged man in white laughed loudly and said: "Wuzong is the best sect in the world and has a profound foundation. How can he, a young boy, fight with Wuzong?"
"Only you fools believe he can win."
"It's polite to ask you to collect his body. Maybe there will be no bones left later? Hahaha..."
"You..." Lao Mo was furious and wanted to go up and punch him, but luckily Han Huifeng stopped him.
"Old Mo, forget it, why bother with this kind of person? When the results come out, he will naturally shut up."
The middle-aged man in white said with an arrogant smile: "Okay, how about we make a bet?"
Lao Mo said angrily: "What are you betting on?"
The middle-aged man in white gave a bad smile: "Let's bet on who will win, Wu Zong or your Mr. Qin. If I lose, I apologize to you. If you lose, how about kneeling in front of me and calling me grandpa three times?"
At this time, even Han Huifeng, who didn't want to cause trouble, turned red with anger: "That's too much! I'll bet with you!"
Lao Mo also said: "We bet with you! But if Mr. Qin wins, you have to kneel down and call us grandpa three times!"
The middle-aged man in white raised his face and agreed decisively: "No problem."
"Okay, then let's wait for the result." Lao Mo said without fear, with a look unwilling to be outdone.
In the field, the bodies of the Ninth Elder and the two extraordinary strong men had been carried down.
Tang Batian looked at the second elder beside him and said, "Second elder, lead someone to capture him!"
"yes!"
The second elder had a gloomy look on his face. He immediately ordered the remaining five second-grade experts and shouted coldly: "Everyone, follow me. Once you take action, go all out and don't hold anything back!"
"kindness."
These five people are the remaining elders of Wuzong, and their strength is even higher than that of the nine elders.
Currently, only the fourth elder is still watching, while all the other Wuzong elders are on board.
"Sect Master, my injury has not recovered yet, look..." the fourth elder asked in a low voice.
Tang Batian glanced at him and said calmly: "You don't have to go up."
"Thank you for your understanding, sect leader!" The fourth elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Last time, Qin Fan had scared him. Facing Qin Fan, he already had a psychological shadow.
The six Wuzong elders, headed by the second elder, slowly stepped forward and surrounded Qin Fan.
The second elder said coldly: "Boy, the six of us have practiced a sword formation. Don't blame us for bullying the minority!"
