Wang Fan said in his heart that he was going to start performing, but in fact, he had stayed in the fire and had no intention of going out.

Just kidding, in this kind of big melee, even a fifth-level master will die, unless he can unimpeded to play the Ten Slaps of the Dragon Descending, otherwise he, a fourth-level young kun, will deliver food when he enters.

The Ancient Martial Arts Management Association and the Qingyun Sect masters below were facing each other like this, and they couldn't even see any signs of making a move.

After all, in a master duel, whoever makes the first move will have a flaw, so both sides are waiting for the other party to have a flaw!

Wang Fan waited until the fire on his body was extinguished, and finally couldn't wait any longer, pinching the purple jade gourd, and muttering to himself in a low voice to the fourth-level master of the Qingyun Sect: "You are also surnamed Wang, called Wang Bastard!"

Suddenly, the Qingyun Sect master he was watching raised his hand without warning and slapped himself with a big mouth.

A crisp snap shocked the audience.

"They shot!"

The master of the Ancient Martial Arts Management Association on the opposite side shouted loudly and roared and rushed towards the other party.

Suddenly, the field fell into a scuffle.

This time Wang Fan was an eye-opener, the battles he had seen before were extremely simple, and they could be solved with three punches and two kicks.

But as soon as this melee started, there were all kinds of aura light blooming and opening, and all kinds of moves were even more brilliant, as soon as some people raised their hands, there was a shark that appeared out of thin air, swallowing a low-level martial artist in one bite, and after the shark dissipated, that person had been bitten into several pieces by the shark's teeth, which was extremely bloody.

What's more, with both hands pressed on the ground, more than a dozen sharp stone pillars sprung up on the flat ground, directly stringing several opponents into strings.

Some people can spit fire when they open their mouths, and some people have a ray of light coming out of their eyes as soon as they freeze their eyes.

But the strongest in the field is none other than a master of the Qingyun Sect, with a flip of his palm, a dark cloud fell from the sky, enveloping more than a dozen masters of the Ancient Martial Arts Management Association, and then he pressed his hand, stabbing sound, lightning and thunder in the dark clouds, and screams continued to come out.

It can be seen that even if they are masters of the same realm, the difference in strength is huge.

Wang Fan was dumbfounded, but at the last moment, he still came back to his senses and saw the master who turned his hand into a cloud, holding a purple jade gourd in his hand, and said silently in his heart: "From now on, you will be called Niu Laogen!"

Suddenly, the Qingyun Sect master, who was killing in all directions, suddenly stiffened, and his right arm slapped him in the cheek uncontrollably.

But this person is really extraordinary, seeing that the situation is not good, he immediately blocked it with his left hand, and actually blocked this slap!

"Awesome, Niu Laogen!"

Wang Fan's eyes widened, he didn't expect that there was someone who could block the power of the purple jade gourd.

He suddenly felt unconvinced, and shouted again in his heart: "Niu Laogen!"

Whew!

Suddenly, Niu Laogen took a two-pronged approach, and his left hand also slammed towards his cheek.

An incredible scene appeared, only to see Niu Laogen's face pale, a mouth, a mouthful of white breath from his mouth, directly forming a visible qi barrier in front of him, and his left and right hands hit the qi barrier hard!

"Damn, I don't believe it yet!"

Wang Fan immediately kept thinking in his heart: "Niu Laogen, Niu Laogen......"

WhewW......

Suddenly, Niu Laogen's hands kept hitting his cheeks uncontrollably, and Niu Laogen was so shocked that he kept spitting out white gas, reinforcing the qi barrier, and blocking his arms.

But what he didn't notice was that just as he was fighting with himself, the dark clouds he caused had disappeared closely, and the master of the association with his hair standing on end and a black and gray face walked out, and when he saw this scene, he was immediately shocked: "What kind of powerful move is he playing again, everyone stop him!"

Suddenly, seven or eight ancient warriors rushed forward fearlessly, and all kinds of gorgeous moves poured on Niu Laogen as if they didn't want money.

Niu Laogen didn't even have a chance to say a word, he was directly knocked to the ground, his clothes were shattered by the aura, and he vomited blood in his mouth.

But even so, his arm was still trying to lift uncontrollably.

"It's all like this, and you still want to resist?"

The ancient warrior of the association was dumbfounded, and at the same time, he was ruthless, and fell directly from the sky, and stomped Niu Laogen's head into an exploding watermelon with a single kick.

Seeing that the battle here was resolved, Wang Fan's eyes immediately aimed at the next Qingyun Sect master.

This master is very extraordinary, he has been hovering in mid-air, when he sees someone, he stretches out his hand, and there will be a ray of light shot out from his fingertips, even if it is a concrete floor, it can instantly leave a bottomless hole, and it is not good for people to touch it!

"From now on, you will be called an old cow!"

Wang Fan said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, Gen Lao Niu, who was hovering in mid-air, raised his hand without warning and slapped him in the face.

Taking advantage of this gap, an ancient warrior of an association jumped up and stepped on an old cow from mid-air with one kick.

"That's pretty much it!"

Wang Fan smiled at this time, turned his gaze to other places where there was a fierce battle, and swept the faces of those ancient warriors of the Qingyun Sect, and began to chant: "You are called Lao Gen Niu, Lao Gen Niu Niu, Niu Niu Lao Gen, Niu Lao Gen Niu......

Suddenly, the battle that was originally in the heat of the night suddenly appeared a strange scene.

Many masters of the Qingyun Sect who were in the midst of fierce battles suddenly slapped themselves hard without warning, making the ancient martial artists of the association look confused.

We're fighting, can you be serious, why did you suddenly start slapping yourself?

But when this situation occurred for the second time, the ancient warriors of the association did not hesitate to seize the opportunity and directly subdue or kill the opponent.

It was precisely because of this that the ancient martial artists of the association found that they had taken down all the ancient martial artists of the Qingyun Sect after paying less than one-third of the price in the plan!

"Isn't this Qingyun Sect too weak?" said the Gu Martial Artist of the Association after defeating the last enemy.

"No, it should be said that our Ancient Martial Artist Management Association is getting stronger and stronger!"

At the same time that the battle was basically over, the major domestic and foreign ancient warrior forces lurking around, as well as the spies of the domestic mountain gates, immediately sent the news out.

Not long after, the Donghua Sword Sect, which had been having various frictions with the Ancient Martial Arts Management Association, suddenly sent out a message: "We, the Donghua Sword Sect, reflect on the past and find that we have not respected the Ancient Martial Arts Management Association enough in the past, so from today onwards, we are determined to make changes!"

The small mountain gate of Wushan Eighteen Islands also sent a message: "We, Wushan Eighteen Islands, very welcome the Ancient Warrior Management Association to manage us!"

And abroad, in an ancient castle, an old voice came out: "Give an order, our Dark Council, without the order of a master above the earl, no one is allowed to enter Huaxia at will!"

On top of a snow-covered sacred mountain, a young woman's voice sounded: "Stop all infiltration of the Huaxia Ancient Warrior Realm, we Amaterasu will establish diplomatic relations with the Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts Management Association!"

In a building with a strong science fiction color, a blonde man said in fluent American English with a gloomy face: "The company has decided to add another 30 billion US dollars as the follow-up research and development fund for the mecha, and at the same time, no one is allowed to provoke the Huaxia Ancient Warrior Management Association, understand?"

And the source of all this, Wang Fan, didn't know that the world had changed because of him at the moment.

He was sitting in the hotel where the fire was fading away, frowning and pondering how he could explain that he had not been found by the Qingyun Sect master and had not been burned to death.

He didn't want to expose his ability to not be afraid of fire.

After all, this time he escaped with this unknown ability, who knows if he will use it next time?

After ten minutes, he finally came up with a good idea.

So he picked up his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Zhuo's phone and said, "Captain, I'm outside now, have you taken down the master of the Qingyun Sect, when can I go to you?"

"Haha, you can find us now, we have successfully won the Qingyun Sect, and the losses are surprisingly small, we are about to search for the hotel and there are no other people in the Qingyun Sect!" Jiang Zhuo said in a high-spirited manner.

Wang Fan hurriedly said: "Don't enter the hotel, they have installed a lot of bombs in the hotel, and they may explode at any time!"