"I'm coming!"

Kong Cheng stood on the rockery in an instant, glanced around at everyone, and finally stopped at the purple-clothed young man: "Who dares to fight with me?"

The crowd began to make an uproar, many people pointed and pointed, not knowing what to say, but the young man in purple did not move at all, still tasting the wine in the pot, as if intoxicated.

Seeing this, Kong Cheng frowned slightly, the pride on his face gradually disappeared, looked at the young man in purple, and said loudly: "What?

The young man in purple still did not move, drinking by himself, which made the atmosphere of the scene even more weird.

Seeing this, Murong Xue was also a little embarrassed. The opening of this discussion seems to be a little unsmooth.

"I'm here to fight you!"

Just then, a voice rang out.

I saw a gray figure swept out of the pavilion where Kong Cheng was, and stopped on the rockery three zhang away opposite Kong Cheng.

This person is the gray-clothed young man surnamed Yan who had a dispute with Kong Cheng before, and his realm is equivalent to Kong Cheng, both of them are in the realm of the human king, and their breath is not much different.

In Tang Chen's opinion, this person's strength was not much different from Nian Cang.

"Yan Fang, I knew you would come out!"

Kong Cheng looked at Yan Fang: "Didn't you say that I was inferior to you before?" hehe, then I want to see what qualifications you have to say such things!"

"Don't talk nonsense!

Yan Fang was very calm with Kong Cheng, touched the Qiankun Ring with his right hand, and sacrificed a spirit sword, and the colorful true yuan on his body began to fluctuate.

"Humph!"

Kong Cheng snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand was slightly raised, and he rushed towards Yan Fang.

Soon, the two fought together, full of murderous aura, not like a competition at all, but like a real fight.

In the pavilion in the distance, Tang Gun picked up the wine jug and poured a sip of wine into his mouth before moving his gaze to the two people who were fighting: "Which of them do you say can win?"

"Yan Fang!" Tang Chen said lightly.

Tang Gun looked at Tang Chen, a little puzzled: "Their strength is very close, why are you so sure that Yan Fang will win?"

Tang Chen said with a smile: "The strength of the two of them is indeed very close, but Kong Cheng is arrogant and arrogant and has poor control, while Yan Fang is calm and good at catching loopholes, so the final victory will belong to Yan Fang." ”

"Makes sense. Tang Gun said, took another sip of wine, and then moved his gaze to the two warring sides.

After Song Yuntian heard Tang Chen's words, he seemed to have an understanding, while the other martial cultivators around him were a little surprised, and seemed to agree with Tang Chen's point of view, but they were very disdainful.

In their opinion, how good can a martial cultivator with the triple level of a person in the king realm be?

At this time, Yan Fang and Kong Cheng had fought for fifty rounds, and there was still no winner or loser.

The people watching were also discussing, some lamenting the strength of the two, of course, a few people were very disdainful of this.

"You say, how many more rounds will it take for them to have a gap?" Tang said.

"After twenty rounds, Yan Fang will have the upper hand!" Tang Chen leaned back in his chair and took a sip of wine.

"Oh?" Tang Gun smiled.

"Where did the kid get in, I really don't know what to say!" said one of the people next to him, who was extremely disgusted by the conversation between the two, in a very disdainful tone.

"Brother Shi, this kind of person who doesn't know what to do, there's no need to pay attention to it!" the other person patted the man on the shoulder.

"Hmph!" the man snorted, and then looked back at the battle on the field.

Tang Chen and the others were unaware of their ridicule, and they still looked calm and light-hearted.

It's just that Song Yuntian is different, he was a little annoyed, and almost got up, but was pulled down by Tang Chen.

Sure enough, after twenty rounds, Kong Cheng gradually gained the upper hand, but on the other hand, Yan Fang became more and more courageous and suppressed Kong Cheng.

"Haha, you're right!" Tang Gun laughed and tapped the table.

In this regard, Song Yuntian's face was condensed, and he was also surprised.

Although he knew Tang Chen's strength, Tang Chen would shock him every time, which made him sigh, maybe this was the gap between geniuses and ordinary people!

The two who had satirized Tang Chen before were flushed and ashamed.

However, the young man surnamed Shi obviously refused to give up, and seemed to have some trouble getting over his face, and then said: "Hmph, the blind cat just met the dead mouse, what is there to be happy about?"

The people around him had already ignored this person, and they all secretly despised him, but Tang Chen and the others were like no one else, ignoring the young man surnamed Shi at all.

"Humph!"

Seeing Tang Chen and the others ignoring him, the young man snorted coldly, turned his head, and continued to pay attention to the battle on the field.

"Tang Chen, tell me more, when will this Yan Fang be able to win?" Tang Gun said again.

"Less than twenty rounds!" Tang Chen still squinted his eyes and said lightly.

"So fast?"

Tang Gun was a little surprised, in his opinion, if Yan Fang wanted to win, he would have to fight his opponent for at least thirty rounds.

Seeing this, everyone around them secretly shook their heads, in their opinion, Tang Chen definitely guessed wrong this time, Yan Fang wanted to win, at least fifty rounds of fighting.

When the young man surnamed Shi heard this, he burst out laughing.

He glanced at Tang Chen and the others with very contemptuous eyes, and sneered: "Arrogance, you definitely guessed wrong this time. ”

Tang Chen ignored the other party's words, in his opinion, this person was not qualified to talk to him at all.

Sure enough, fifteen rounds later, Yan Fang seized the opportunity, and the spirit sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, attacking Kong Cheng's flawed vital point.

At this time, Kong Cheng was already exhausted, coupled with the huge physical exertion, in a panic, the movements in his hand slowed down a little, and he was stabbed in the right arm by Yan Fang's sword qi, and then kicked into the lake by him.

Poof!

Everyone was in an uproar, especially everyone in Tang Chen's pavilion, they were all shocked.

And the young man surnamed Shi blushed and felt that he was embarrassed.

At this time, no one dared to underestimate Tang Chen and the others anymore, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Kong Cheng floated to the surface, like a chicken in soup, returned to the pavilion, ashamed and indignant, looking at Yan Fang, murderous.

However, Yan Fang was too natural and didn't put Kong Cheng in his eyes at all.

Compared with his own strength, he is not much different from Kong Cheng, and compared with the strength behind him, it is also comparable, so Kong Cheng is not a threat to him.

Yan Fang bowed to everyone, then landed on the lake embankment on tiptoe, and slowly walked into the pavilion, ignoring Kong Cheng's grim eyes, and returned to his seat.

At this time, Murong Xue stood up and glanced around at everyone on the field: "The exchange just now is really exciting, we have benefited a lot, I don't know which two will play next?"

"I'm coming!"

As soon as Murong Xue's words were finished, a voice sounded, and I saw a young man in blue clothes landing on the rockery in the lake.

(End of chapter)