Urban Madness

Hearing Ye Fan's words, everyone was shocked.

The arrogance of this kid has reached an unpredictable level, it seems that he is invincible here.

"Master Beichen, are you really okay?" the host asked with a smile.

"It's okay!"

Ye Fan nodded readily, he would never be afraid of challenges.

This time, in the last ten games, some interesting challenges are what he wants most.

"Okay, worthy of being a young hero, let us applaud Young Master Beichen!"

"Okay!"

Countless cultivators were excited, and they all wanted to see Beichen's true strength. Although the previous cultivators were very powerful, they did not seem to be of the same level as Beichen.

Therefore, whether it is for observation and learning or for their own bets, they all want to see this ending.

As the manager of the arena, the host naturally wants to see the battle continue.

It is best not to stop and continue to continue, so that their business will be much better.

"Let the more powerful monks challenge Beichen. We want to see a stronger existence!"

"Yes, this Beichen is too arrogant, I don't know how many rounds I have already lost, I want to see the really strong monks play!"

"Suppress this kid's arrogance. This is the Shuiyue Holy Land. Isn't there even a monk who checks and balances this kid? Don't forget, he is from the 36th grade of Zichen Star. What is the reason?"

...

As Ye Fan won more and more games, many people became dissatisfied with him.

Many gamblers want to use Ye Fan's strength to make money back, so when Ye Fan is in full swing, they bet on each other and want to make money back.

However, Ye Fan was actually unbeaten, which was very uncomfortable. Not only did he not get his money back, but now he would lose his pants.

Therefore, they wanted to see Ye Fan being pressed and rubbed on the ground. Even if they lost everything, they would still see Ye Fan's defeat.

Seeing so many monks and making their own remarks against Ye Fan, the host smiled slightly, which is exactly what he wanted to see.

As long as the number of people paying attention to Ye Fan continues to rise, the popularity of this arena will become higher and higher.

Moreover, he also saw the existence of Xu Yifeng.

Even characters like Xu Yifeng have come to this arena, indicating that Ye Fan's influence is already very large.

"Senior Brother Xu, are you just looking at this kid like this, calling the wind and the rain here?"

"If this continues, although our arena's popularity will be very high, but we can't make much money, more and more people are starting to bet on Ye Fan, which causes the odds to drop a lot."

"Yeah, Ye Fan, he doesn't put the master of Shuiyue Holy Land in his eyes at all. Is it time to show him some color?"

The cultivators who followed Xu Yifeng all showed their dissatisfaction with Ye Fan.

He smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, this kid won't be proud of it for long. Those who appear below are all above him, and both magic weapons and talents are above him. You think he is legendary. Can it continue?"

"Senior Brother Xu, even though he said that, I looked at the kid too evil. The last ten games couldn't make him relax."

"Correct!"

Seeing everyone still uneasy, Xu Yifeng continued.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

"what……"

Everyone was shocked, [Liancheng www.wsx5.cn] did not expect Xu Yifeng to say this, which shows that if no one can subdue Ye Fan, he may have to play in person.

In this way, all the monks had no reason to continue talking. They followed Xu Yifeng and continued to watch.

At this moment, Ye Fan stood in the center of the arena, waiting for his opponent.

"This time, our player is the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land, code-named Night Wolf!"

As the host's voice passed to every audience present, everyone suddenly became excited, and finally, the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land appeared.

"Wow, it's finally here. This time it's the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land. This time the battle is different."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Shuiyue Holy Land could not help but make a move."

"Send the core disciples to fight against Beichen, it really gives him face, so cool!"

"This time, I want to bet on Ye Fan to lose, and let this kid get me back!"

...

Hearing that they were the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land, those cultivators who wanted Ye Fan to lose were all confident.

Although the previous monks were powerful, they were not the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land, and the gap was obvious in their hearts.

The core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land can walk sideways above the other stars, and this time, it must be the people in the arena who can't stand it anymore, and they don't want Ye Fan to continue to win and use assassin.

A weird smile appeared on every monk's face. Many of them looked at each other as if they were looking at their opponents, wanting to know which side they would bet on?

"Which side are you going to bet on?"

"Hey, how about you?"

"Beichen!"

"Bei Chen? Stop teasing me, this time he is the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land!"

"If you know, don't ask."

Sure enough, the bet this time showed a clear deviation, and many monks were betting on Ye Fan's opponent.

Hongling Patriarch sneered slightly, these were all in his expectation, the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land, this name was too loud.

Whether in the street or in the arena, it is a convincing existence.

And even if Ye Fan's name continues, he is still a monk of a low-level star, and no one believes that he can be so against the sky.

"I bet on Beichen, all!"

Grand Master Hongling took his treasure bag and put it on the table.

"Wow, this old man is really stubborn!"

"Hehe, let him lose this time!"

"Okay!"

Several monks who were unfriendly to Ye Fan mocked Hongling Patriarch.

Hongling Patriarch was silent, because he knew the result very well.

"Yelang is a core disciple, with a cultivation base of the Triple Realm of Crossing Tribulation. Before that, he had won 70 games in a row. I heard that the master of this player is an elder in the Sacred Land of Water Moon!"

"Wow……"

Suddenly, everyone became excited again.

"Haha, this time, it depends on your choice!"

After speaking, the host exited, and on the battlefield, a door slowly opened.

"call!"

In an instant, a powerful breath swept out, causing a strong wind around him.

This powerful breath caused many monks on the stands to release their gas masks to resist.

Their hearts were shocking, and they were so powerful just by their momentum, and this time they thought Ye Fan was dead.

"Bei Chen, I won't keep my hands this time!" Ye said with a grinning smile.

"Hehe, come on, my hands are itchy."

Ye Fan sneered slightly.

But he understood that the opponent this time was extraordinary, and he had quietly sacrificed the Wuxiangjian!