When Wuran arrived at the Panlong ring, there was already a person standing in the ring.

The middle-aged man in the green robe looked at Wu Ran angrily and said, "Can you be a little earlier every time?"

Wuran scratched his head and sneered: "No, no, next time I must come a few minutes earlier." ”

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, not knowing who shouted 'Late King' first, and then the full crowd shouted such a title, which made Wuran's head full of black lines, but a little embarrassed.

After all, he was late several times, and that's an indisputable fact.

"Why are you still stunned, go on stage" The middle-aged man in the green robe was a little amused when he saw his appearance, and scolded with a smile.

Wu Ran heard this, and hurriedly jumped on the stage.

"You're the one who's the one who is late, you're too late, aren't you? A fancy-dressed man on the stage said, with sarcasm in his words, which made Wuran a little puzzled.

"You don't have to wait, I'm fine" Wu Ran naturally listened to the anger in his words, raised his eyebrows, but thought in his heart: "There's nothing wrong with this person, don't you just wait for a while, it's necessary to talk like this, no, I also want to come early, but I can't suppress my cultivation, and I'm promoted, what can I do." ”

"You" The fancy man held out a finger and pointed at Wuran, a little speechless in anger.

He had never seen such a brazen person, he made it clear that he was wrong, and he didn't care at all, did he have to admit defeat directly if he didn't wait.

"Don't talk nonsense, come over if you want to fight" Wu Ran picked his finger and motioned for the man to attack.

This person's cultivation is not low, the peak of the sixth rank of martial arts, but Wu Ran is not very open-minded, let alone now, even when he only has the fourth rank of martial arts, he can be crushed.

The man couldn't stand it a little, although he watched the battle between Wuran and Shen a few days ago, but he wouldn't be too afraid of Wuran, Tianjiao had a strong confidence in himself, otherwise how could he go further on the road of martial arts.

"Ahh

The figure of the fancy man who was originally running towards Wuran suddenly stunted, and then returned to normal, but his slightly trembling arms meant that he was still suppressed by his momentum at this time.

It's a pity that it's too late, the Soul Eater halberd of Wu Ran is horizontal, and a halberd slaps on his sword, and he is unprepared for a while, and the long sword bends and hits his chest.

The fancy man spurted blood and flew backwards, fell to the ground, and then stood up again.

Wu Ran knew that one move would not solve him, he had just left his hand, and he used a flat surface, not a halberd blade, otherwise he would not be afraid that this man would be dead now.

Wuran has no grudges or enmity with him, and will not take his life because of a disagreement.

"Throw in the towel, I can't promise I'll keep my hand next time. Wu Ran Halberd Feng pointed at the fancy man, his face indifferent.

The fancy man shuddered, and said forcefully: "Don't be arrogant, I haven't used my real strength yet." ”

"Then you can try it. Wu Ran chuckled and said, since he still wants to fight, it is not something he can control what the situation will become, although he does not kill, but he will never show mercy to this kind of face-saving person.

"Hugh should look down on me. The fancy man suddenly burst into a shout, and the true qi of his whole body exploded, a layer of Qi Tiger Boy on his body surface, the long sword danced with purple flames, the long sword kept waving, the flames jumped, and one by one they shot towards Wu Ran, the speed was very fast, so that Wu Ran did not dare to underestimate it.

Originally, he thought that this guy was just like his appearance, but he didn't expect that he still had a hand, otherwise he would have been eliminated a long time ago.

Maybe there is something wrong with his mind, under the suppression of the momentum of 'Ba Wushuang', he is much more oppressed than ordinary people, but it does not mean that he is a metric, and how many of those who can reach the peak of the sixth rank of martial arts before the age of twenty-five are mediocre.

Wu Ran put away his contempt, and planned to use the 'Seven Killing Steps' to cooperate with the suppression of the 'Hegemony Wushuang', and solve him with one move, anyway, this set of hole cards has been seen by others, and he has nothing to hide, and the explosive power of the two is not something you know, and you can guard against it if you want to.

It's like the last game, because of a little contempt, I think that I can easily defeat Wuran by pouring the seven grades of martial arts, but what is the result?

Flew out by a halberd of Wuran, maybe arrogant, but that kind of speed and explosion is really difficult to block, this is the ring, not the wild, if you want to win here, you can defeat, you can kill, but you knock the opponent out of the ring, you also win, if you want to take advantage of it, there are not many people who can guard against that kind of attack.

Wu Ran poured all the murderous energy running in his body into his legs, and disappeared at once, almost at the same time, appeared on the right side of the fancy man, and slashed down with a halberd.

Fortunately, the fancy man reacted quickly, and the long sword in his hand stuck the halberd blade in time, and was not shot out, but hung on the side of the halberd and passed out.

Wu Ran shook the Soul Devouring Halberd in disgust and threw the fancy man out.

"One hundred and forty-five's Wu Ran won, hurry up and step down. The middle-aged man in the green robe said angrily, he already knew that this would be the result, and this set of cooperation, coupled with the weight of the weight, no more than five grades of cultivation, basically no one can stop it.

Sometimes cultivation is not everything, just like in battle, combat experience and will are often more important than cultivation.

Wu Ran put away the Soul Eater Halberd and walked off the stage with a dry smile on his face.

His image is indeed not very good, he lives in the palace not far from here, but he will be late for every martial arts competition, but every time he doesn't mean it, Wuran said that he was very aggrieved.

"Look, look, I'll just say that the 'Late King' will definitely win, you didn't watch his last game, and a halberd will split the Sen Sen's shadow and fly out, this Zhu Youneng is a talented martial artist, and the 'Late King' beats him not like playing. A little boy who practiced qi and three grades said to the little girl beside him, as if he was the one who defeated Zhu Youneng, with a proud face.

"Yes, yes, the 'Late King' is a handsome pot, and he knocked down another handsome pot, it's so powerful!" The little girl clapped her palms, with gold stars in her eyes, and looked very excited.

There was a smile on the corner of Wu Chengfeng's mouth in the crowd, and there was a girl standing next to him, it was the Jiang Fanqing who was defeated by him in the Panlong ring.

Hearing the conversation between these two children, Wu Ran couldn't help but smile bitterly, I am afraid that the nickname of 'late king' will not be able to take off.