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Chapter 559 Feat
The scene was silent, and no one raised any objections. Who would not give Master Sankong face? If he objected, he was not the one who won the first place, and the 100 million could not fall into his own pocket, let alone those who paid for it had no objections. , Then I have a woolly opinion!

Master Sankong smiled slightly and said, "In this case, the No. 1 one this time is the Papa faction, and now we are going to the second event of the martial arts competition, the disciple competition!"

"Disciple competition?"

Tie Xinlan immediately explained to Fan Jian: "This game is about the strength of the disciples. Disciples from different sects and sects can fight on the stage. There are ten battles in total. Every time you win a game, you can get one point. The one with the most points The sect can choose any treasure in the treasure cabinet of the host sect!"

When Fan Jian heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he chose a treasure at will. This time, the host is Shaolin Temple!
Shaolin Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years from ancient times to the present, and the inheritance has never been broken. There are absolutely countless treasures in their Treasure Pavilion, and any one you choose should be priceless!
So he turned his gaze to Li Fei who was at the side.

Seeing Fan Jian's gaze, Li Fei quickly shook his head and said, "Master, I can't do it, don't trick me!"

"Good apprentice, master believes in your strength, let alone you are the only disciple in our sect, who will you not be able to do?!" Fan Jian cheered Li Fei up.

"You believe it, but I don't believe it myself. You didn't teach me anything. You let me go on stage and fight with them. You're trying to kill me!" Li Fei said with a sad face.

Tie Xinlan said in a timely manner; "Don't worry, you won't die. There are regulations in this disciple bureau. You are not allowed to strike too hard, and you are not allowed to intentionally hurt your life. What's more, there are masters from various sects of Master Sankong." The door is on the side, they shot at a critical moment!"

"Then what if they don't strike in time?" Li Fei asked worriedly. After all, this thing is done with real knives and guns. Who can guarantee that they will be able to do so in time, and they will die if they are a second late!

"If we don't make it in time, we can only consider ourselves unlucky, but our Iron Blood Sect has participated in a total of [-] martial arts tournaments, and the [-]th ones have been intact to bring everyone back!" Tie Xinlan said.

"Where is there another term?" Li Fei asked.

"At that time, I heard that the heads of several major sects were busy fighting landlords, and forgot to watch the fight on the scene, which resulted in the delay in rescue, and a senior brother broke a leg!" Tie Xinlan said after thinking for a while.

Pfft!
When Li Fei heard this, his feet went limp and he sat down on the ground. Nima, Doudizhu, this is a martial arts conference, can you be more serious?
Fan Jian comforted Li Fei: "Good apprentice, don't worry, there is a master here, I guarantee you will be fine!"

"Yes, you have to trust the boss!" Fatty chimed in: "Based on what I know about the boss, if you accidentally die, the boss will definitely burn incense and paper for you at this time next year!"

Li Fei is in a bad mood, why did he come to participate in this stupid martial arts conference, it is very likely that today is his death day, the more he thinks about it, the more he collapses!
At the same time, while they were talking, several sect disciples had already finished the competition.

Master Sankong opened his mouth and said, "Who will come next?"

Fan Jian stood up and said, "I'm coming!"

Master Sankong: "Master Fan, this time is a competition among disciples, I'm afraid you are not in compliance with the rules!"

Fan Jian explained: "I mean my disciples go!"

"That's no problem, please send your disciples up!" Master Sankong said with a smile.

All the eyes of the various sects turned to where Fan Jian was. They were curious as to what kind of person would be overwhelmed and dare to join the Papa faction!
What is even more curious is the strength of the disciples sent by the father. After all, they have heard that Fan Jian single-handedly took down Brother Yin and Brother Yang and the Heavenly Disabled Five Elders. The head of the sect has left like this. The disciples should not be too far behind, right?
Fan Jian waved his hand slightly and said, "Don't worry about this. Before the game starts, I want to say a few words first. I wonder if it's okay?"

"Of course!" Master Sankong replied.

Fan Jian yawned and said, "I think it would be a waste of time if there are so many sects to fight one by one, and it takes ten rounds. I guess they won't be able to finish the fight until the evening!"

All sects looked at Fan Jian suspiciously, do you still need to say that?

It was not the first time for them to participate in a martial arts conference. It was a time-consuming process. The longest martial arts conference they remembered was held for five full days. It would be normal to hold it for two or three days.

Fan Jian continued: "So I decided, that is to let my disciples play and challenge ten people at once!"

What the hell!

What the hell!

I'm a big fuck!
There were exclamations at the scene one after another. The people present, counting as one, all stared at Fan Jian with wide-eyed eyes. They just wanted to say: challenge ten people at once, is this damn crazy?

You must know that the disciples who can be brought to participate in the martial arts conference by the heads of the various sects are all elites in the sect, and their strength cannot be underestimated. The worst ones have more than 50 points in combat power. Martial arts people, the destructive power produced by joining forces is definitely not as simple as 1+1!
"This papa pie is too arrogant, isn't it?"

"That's right, you don't take us too seriously!"

"I think he knows that he is not strong enough, so let's pretend to be a wave of B and talk!"

"Brother, what you say makes sense!"

"Paralyzed, this guy is simply a little master in the world of pretending!"

……

Li Fei was also dumbfounded, he just felt like his head was buzzing, his master wanted to beat him to death, he couldn't fucking beat even one, let alone ten!
Gollum!

Master Sankong couldn't help swallowing his saliva at this time, one challenged ten, this is a feat that no one has ever done since he became the abbot of Shaolin, no, since the martial arts conference has records!
So he opened his mouth and said, "Master Fan, have you really considered it?"

Fan Jian said lightly: "Of course I've thought about it, I'm going to let my disciples choose ten of them!"

Master Sankong said: "Okay then, but this incident has never happened since the establishment of the martial arts conference. I have to ask other people for their opinions!"

Immediately he opened his mouth and said: "The poor monk believes that everyone has heard what Master Fan said just now. I wonder if anyone has any opinions?"

There was silence!
Opinion?

Got a fart opinion!
They are still waiting for Li Fei to teach this pretense a lesson after he takes the stage!

Master Sankong said: "If no one speaks, it means that everyone agrees. Then Fan Shizhu, as a one-time challenge to ten people, I can give you a privilege to choose your own opponent!"

(End of this chapter)