"Well, it seems that the hero sees something the same" Seeing that the man in black who was not smiling on weekdays rarely spoke, the young man in white was surprised, and hurriedly echoed, as if he was afraid that the man in black would stop talking.

It's just that what makes him depressed is that the man in black doesn't plan to say anything more after all.

"Hey, I said Bai Feng, you can't really be sick, right? I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen you say more than three words one day. Forehead... Okay, okay, when I didn't say it, the young man in white who was chattering suddenly saw Bai Feng's eyes staring at him, and suddenly he was excited, and he was able to stop talking.

I couldn't help but sneer: Isn't it just that my cultivation is a little higher than me, what are you dragging? Next time I try to see my brother, I won't beat you like a pig's head!

"Watch the game. Hey, keep watching"

"Duan Yan, do you know why every time you compete with me, you can lose later, but every time you can't stick to ten moves?"

The young man in white is Duan Yan.

"Why?" Although he was surprised by Bai Feng's re-opening, Duan Yan was obviously more concerned about what Bai Feng said.

"Look at these two people in the ring, you will understand!" After speaking, Bai Feng no longer paid attention to Duan Yan's dead pull. Take a serious look at the game on the stage.

At this time, the two people in the ring were already in a state of exhaustion, Xiao Yang was mottled by Yang Fan's silver spear in white clothes, the gun holes were fully displayed, and in some places there was even a faint redness, revealing the flesh and blood of the body. On the other hand, Yang Fan was not much better, his green hair was scattered at this time, his navy blue robe was already wrinkled and messy, and there was still red blood slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Senior brother, you are very good, although this is the first battle in my life, I am very happy to meet an opponent like you. Changing time and place, I, Xiao Yang, am willing to make you a friend!" Although Xiao Yang's physical strength was overdrawn, he still strengthened his spirit, and talked to Yang Fan with the back of his neck straight. The image of his handsome son has penetrated into the hearts of many girls under the ring, and even the woman in purple in the stands is staring straight at her back, her eyes flashing with a strange light.

"Look at each other, look at your complexion, it shouldn't have been long since you recovered from a serious illness. You can fight with me so much. I admire that in the fifteen years of practicing martial arts, you are the first person who makes me feel like I have to give my best. Brother, let's all burn ourselves like crazy!"

"Okay!Then I'll give up my life to accompany the gentleman!Come, take my last move'Burning Plains', blazing flames, burn as much as you want" Xiao Yang knew that Yang Fan's last blow was not so easy to deal with, so he simply stood still, stripped out all the fire elements in the air around him, condensed into a huge fireball in front of him, and roared towards Yang Fan.

And Yang Fan did give up the advantage of using the Cold Sun Gun at this critical juncture. With a strong pestle, the body of the gun has been deeply embedded in the marble countertop. A transparent object in the shape of a water balloon was half-twisted around his chest with both hands, and looking at the frost that suddenly condensed on his head, everyone realized that the exercise that Yang Fan practiced was the "Easy Water Cold" water attribute exercise opposite Xiao Yang.

The two people at both ends of the ring gathered fire into a dragon, and the other condensed water into a gun. The momentum is equal, and the original situation of incompatibility between water and fire, under the tenacious struggle between the two, the two gradually have a tendency to blend with each other.

But the people in the stands saw a different scene.