The sun was scorching hot, and the harsh sunlight almost dried the ground.
It was supposed to be a time to escape the heat, but under the ring and above the scorching sun, there was a sea of people, and the noise resounded throughout the world.
Wang Teng looked at the boy on the left and said softly: "Go ahead and kill him if you have the chance."
The young man nodded, jumped up, and landed on the ring.
Zhao Yufan walked onto the ring step by step at the foot of the steps.
Everyone guessed the level of their strength from the way the two entered the ring.
Looking at Zhao Yufan on the ring, everyone looked at him with pity and sympathy.
With Zhao Yufan's strength, any disciple from the Qinglan Sect could defeat him.
Wang Teng was obviously bullying him.
The entire Qinglan Sect knows that Zhao Yufan is a waste, and a waste in the true sense.
He is different from other wastes.
Other wastes have stagnated in strength, or their strength has grown slowly, or their cultivation has been abolished. , but Zhao Yufan is different, he is an ordinary person, not a warrior at all.
When ordinary people fight against warriors, the outcome has already been decided.
"I am Wang Hua, number 87 on the Qingyun List" Young Wang Hua proudly introduced himself, his big face full of pride.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chaotic sound of disdain under the ring.
"You are so shameless, Wang Hua.
You are a top player on the Qingyun List, but you challenge an ordinary person and introduce yourself in such a brazen manner.
It is really shameless."
"Yeah, get out of here.
It's embarrassing for you to win."
"Get off" "Get off" Before the battle even started, Wang Hua was scolded.
He looked at Zhao Yufan ferociously and blamed all the insults on Zhao Yufan, "Asshole, it's all because of you, you useless piece of shit.
I will kill you soon."
Under the ring, everyone was scolding, and Wang Teng and others were livid.
They were not only scolding Wang Hua, but also Wang Teng and others.
Wang Hua's face, which had been proud just now, turned red now.
Seeing everyone insulting him, he couldn't help but yell: "Shut up, everyone."
He roared, wanting everyone to shut up, but when everyone saw how arrogant he was, they shouted even harder.
Looking at the noisy crowd, Zhao Yufan frowned slightly.
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to prove that he was not a waste, but looking at the current situation, it was estimated that everyone would be able to scold his opponent off the ring without taking action.
His eyes swept across the bottom of the ring sharply, and he There was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, and three words came out of his mouth.
"Don't talk" As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around.
Zhao Yufan's words seemed to have magic power, making the whole place fall into silence.
Zhao Yufan and Wang Hua both said three words to tell everyone to be quiet, but Zhao Yufan's words were obviously more authoritative.
"die" Wang Hua became angry from shame, roared violently, and punched him.
Seeing Wang Hua's sudden attack, everyone in the ring wanted to scold him for his shameless sneak attack, but just when they opened their mouths to scold him, the changes on the ring stopped their movements.
On the ring, Zhao Yufan raised his right arm and waved it away.
"Pa" The crisp sound resounded throughout the sky.
Wang Hua was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and punched again.
"Pa" Zhao Yufan raised his hand and slapped him again.
Wang Hua is shaking his fist.
"Pa" Another slap.
On the ring, Wang Hua punched repeatedly, and Zhao Yufan slapped him repeatedly.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah" The slaps were like thunder from the Nine Heavens, causing the hearts of everyone present to beat wildly.
At this moment, no one understood what was going on in the arena.
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The eighty-seventh master on the Qingyun Ranking, the strength of an eighth-level junior warrior, was a sneak attack, and the opponent was an ordinary person.
The final result was an ordinary person fanning wildly.
Master slap.
Everyone looked at Zhao Yufan strangely, and at this moment they suddenly noticed something different about Zhao Yufan.
"He, he is very powerful, right?"
"What do you think?"
"Damn it, has he been hiding his strength?"
On the ring, Wang Hua had been beaten stupidly.
He looked at Zhao Yufan blankly, with a look of fear on his face.
Zhao Yufan smiled brightly, showing two big white teeth, then turned to look at Wang Teng and said provocatively: "Come on."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a sneer flashing at the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and immediately there was a sense of crisis behind him.
Wang Hua stood behind Zhao Yufan.
At the moment when Zhao Yufan was talking to Wang Teng, he suddenly attacked with a green-lighting dagger in his right hand and stabbed Zhao Yufan in the back.
Everyone could see clearly that the dagger was coated with poison.
If someone was stabbed, he would definitely die.
But Zhao Yufan didn't know that the dagger was poisonous, so he just turned around and slapped him casually.
This slap is extremely powerful.
"Pa"
Wang Hua was slapped on the face.
His big face was deformed, and blood mixed with teeth spurted out from his mouth.
Wang Hua's body was spinning in place, like a top, for more than ten seconds.
Everyone under the ring leaned back, as if they were afraid that Zhao Yufan would hit them.
Staring at Wang Hua, who was spinning like a top, they asked themselves: How strong was that slap just now?
With a "bang", Wang Hua fell to the ground, twitching all over.
Several disciples fearfully tried to distance themselves from Zhao Yufan, and carried Wang Hua's body away in a hurry.
"Shua" A figure, like a sharp arrow, landed on the ring.
Without saying a word, this person struck Zhao Yufan with both fists.
The person who suddenly leaped onto the ring was the young man on Wang Teng's right, named Wang Zhong.
Under the ring, many people know Wang Zhong, because Wang Zhong is ranked 42nd on the Qingyun Ranking.
The strength of the tenth level junior warrior is several times stronger than Wang Hua just now.
Just when everyone was guessing who would win and who lost, they heard a "pop".
On the ring, Wang Zhong suffered the same fate as Wang Hua, spinning like a top like a top in the ring.
Everyone was shocked, and their hearts could not bear it.
Two violent shocks forced a disciple with a bad heart to leave.
If he continued to watch, he would be shocked by Zhao Yufan, causing his heart to be unable to bear it.
Live and finally die.
Everyone had stiff faces and stared at the ring dumbfounded.
They forgot about the crowd around them and the sultry weather.
In their eyes and hearts, only Zhao Yufan was left.
Wang Teng stared at Zhao Yufan in horror, his legs retreated uncontrollably, but in front of so many disciples, he could not retreat, secretly gritting his teeth, he did not believe that Zhao Yufan could defeat him.
He was the 20th master on the Qingyun Ranking, an intermediate level The strength of the first level warrior.
Intermediate warriors and junior warriors are in two different fields, just like children and young people.
The difference in their strength is not one and two, but one and ten.
Wang Teng wanted to suppress Zhao Yufan's mentality, so he jumped onto the ring and said: "The 20th intermediate warrior on the Qingyun List, first level" Although the words are simple, Wang Teng is showing his strength so that Zhao Yufan can be afraid of him in his heart.
Zhao Yufan smiled brightly and said softly, "Me too."
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When these words came out, everyone was shocked again.
Who would have thought that the trash they were talking about turned out to be an intermediate warrior?
Zhao Yufan, who had always been called a waste, turned out to be an intermediate warrior.
This was something that no one could have imagined.
They felt that everything now was like a dream, extremely strange and bizarre.
Wang Teng smiled very happily.
Since they were all first-level intermediate warriors, he was confident of defeating Zhao Yufan.
"Really?
Then go to hell."
Wang Teng grinned, slapped his palm ferociously, and roared: "Trash is trash after all."
His voice echoed in the sky for a long time.
At this moment, Zhao Yufan slapped him.
With a "pop" sound, Zhao Yufan's slap did not hit Wang Teng, but was held tightly by Wang Teng.
Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone under the ring were gloomy, and at the same time they secretly thought, is Zhao Yufan going to lose: