This move once again angered some of the disciples here, although they knew that Yuan's strength was very powerful, but they were lucky not to have to appear in person, so they would not have any awareness of respecting their opponents, and they all glared at Yuan, and even scolded angrily.

The bigger the scolding, the more proud he is, this guy seems to be born with a cheap bone, the scolding sounds like classical music to him, even the bones are soft, and a flower blooms on his face, like a chrysanthemum blooming...

It's a pity that with his honor, there is not much difference between laughing and crying in the eyes of everyone.

In any case, the challenger has made an unstoppable gesture, and the supporters must always have some response.

So a young man with a bitter gourd face jumped into the ring surrounded by everyone, and the reason why he was a young man was not because he was young, in fact he was the same as Yuan.

His face was covered with deep folds, his skin was rough and yellowish, and he had a bitter face, which resembled some of the old farmers in some of the wilderness areas.

If he is given another dry tobacco pouch, and then tied it to his head with a white sheep's belly hand towel, and then squats in the corner of the wall, and smokes dry tobacco, then Fan Chen will definitely recognize him as a fellow from the northern Shaanxi region of the earth.

The light curtain is clearly introduced, the big black fat man is sixty-nine years old, and the old farmer in northern Shaanxi on the opposite side is eighty years old, but no matter how Fan Chen looks at them, they are like two bitter and bitter people.

A person on the side told Fan Chen that this farmer in northern Shaanxi is the leader of the younger generation of the host party, named Yanying, who is good at concealment, and can arrange the scene into a smoky appearance, and then secretly attack.

Fan Chen didn't say anything, the ability to create smoke was very suitable for melee, but for spiritual cultivators with keen perception, thick smoke didn't cause much trouble.

Martial arts practitioners pay attention to the cultivation of the six senses, and true spiritual cultivators can kill people invisibly even if they are blindfolded, and the mere smoke is too small for high-level spiritual cultivators.

Fan Chen suddenly had a premonition that Yanying, a young peasant from northern Shaanxi, seemed to be defeated, and he even imagined in his heart what it would look like after the battle, Yanying's eyes were snow-blue, and he was beaten by the big black fat man like a national treasure panda and fell to the ground, how could he not find the north.

In that case, the name of Smoke Shadow is a bit unrealistic, and it should be called Eyeshadow.

Just when Fan Chen was thinking wildly, the game had already begun, and sure enough, Comrade Eyeshadow released his own smoke from the beginning, and the ring with a width of 100 meters was shrouded in thick black smoke in an instant, and the sour and smelly smell came to his nose, which suddenly made Fan Chen feel like he had accidentally come to a highly polluted industrialized city.

Fan Chen didn't have time to see where the smoke of the eyeshadow comrade was released from, but from the pungent smell, Fan Chen found a hint of déjà vu, as if it was somewhat similar to some unknown gas released from his buttocks.

Bang!!

A dull voice sounded in the smoke, and I saw a figure flying out of the smoke horizontally, like a sharp arrow off the string, with a body as straight as a trained gymnast, and a faint blue flame bubbling up and down its body, as if it had been accidentally possessed by ghost fire.

Obviously, judging from this person's body, it will never be round, because his body is not round at all, flat like a flying saucer, even the most effective diet pills will never be able to make a fat black bear like a black bear successfully lose weight in an instant.

The shadow of the smoke crossed a parabola and landed straight on the audience, instantly knocking several onlookers into crooked noses and eyes, and at that moment they deeply understood what the so-called flying disaster meant.

After a moment of panic, one of the spiritual practitioners reached out and touched the nose of the smoke shadow.

"Not breathing, he's dead?"

"Smoke Shadow is Dead"

The first sentence is like a self-question, and the second sentence becomes an angry rant.

The entire underground martial arts arena was shaken, after all, Yan Ying was still a big living person jumping around one second, and the next second he died in the arms of his fellow disciple brother, this huge contrast made it difficult to accept for a while.

Especially when the smoke shadow also represents the honor of the entire host party, he died in the hands of the circle in one move, in addition to anger, it also brought great shame to these brothers and sisters.

They habitually didn't think about what would happen if they made a move, but they were haunted by Smoke Shadow's failure.

In the main stand, Shangying tapped his hand on the table a few times to ease the complicated emotions in his heart.

Once a person who practices martial arts enters the ring, it is a matter of life and death, no wonder he is ruthless, and he can only blame himself for not being proficient in learning.

Fan Chen didn't have the heart to care about the life or death of the smoke shadow, but he was more interested in what Yuan's strength was, and it was not difficult to see from the fire light on his body the moment the smoke shadow flew out that Yuan should still have a fire attack, but why that strange fire light was blue made him very puzzled.

The ventilation system in the underground arena soon began to operate, pumping away the smoke released by Yanying, and Yanying's body was quickly carried out by the senior brothers and disciples, and the room was restored to its original appearance again.

Yuan seemed a little bored standing in the ring with his big belly, he looked at Fan Chen with a provocative gaze, and in the eyes of many disciples, Fan Chen and the hideous big knife beside Fan Chen could arouse his interest the most.

Although Fan Chen now has the idea of fighting with Yuan, the facts do not allow him to make a move, after all, this is to preside over the internal affairs of this side, and it is better for an outsider to watch from the wall.

After looking at Yuan for a while, Fan Chen suddenly thought of a question, and he said to a person beside him: "Brother, help me keep this knife and don't ask anyone to take it, I have something to do."

The person next to him was generous and honest, convinced of Fanchen's words, nodded, and held the two-meter-long big knife in his arms, and grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, as if someone would really come to take it.

Fan Chen smiled slightly, and walked along the corridor to the outside, there were four entrances to the underground martial arts arena, and the body of Yanying was temporarily stored in the corridor of one of its entrances, covered with a white cloth, and no one cared about it.

Fan Chen walked over and lifted the white cloth to look at it a few times, and then put his finger in and groped for it, fortunately, there was no one around, and those disciples were waiting for the second duel, so Fan Chen's very suspicious necrophilia was not revealed.

Covering the white cloth again, Fan Chen stood up and touched his chin with one hand and fell into thought.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles.

This is the eternal truth of the great wars of ancient times.

Well, although Fanchen is very strong now, it is better to be safe, you must know that you have pressed all your belongings.

If he was forced to be helpless and take Fanhua Pill, then he would have lost hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit stones.