The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize!"

Chen Fan has clenched his fists and held his head high, like an aggrieved child.

This kind of action naturally deepened the impression that he was nothing but this in everyone's hearts once again, and at the same time made Deng Jiuqing relax again to Chen Fan.

"You have to know that this world will always have power that you can't imagine. In the face of this power, if you don't choose to surrender, there is only a dead end. I hope you don't mistake yourself!"

At this moment, Deng Jiuqing has become accustomed to looking down at Chen Fan, every word and every action is very stylish, because he found that as long as he said that, he would attract endless voices of flattery around him.

And how many young people don't want this kind of compliment and praise?

"A dead end?" Chen Fan was already trembling with anger, and continued yelling: "I, Chen Fan, are never afraid of death. Even if it is death, I will not let anyone knead it!"

"Okay!" As soon as Chen Fan's voice fell, a dog-legged man beside Deng Jiuqing called out: "Brother Deng, since this bun is so overweight, how about letting you teach him a lesson?"

"Yeah, Brother Deng hasn't made a move for a long time, just in time for us to learn from your great tricks!"

"It's just that Senior Brother Deng should pay attention. After all, this is not a disciple contest. Don't accidentally kill this rubbish, or it will be bad if you get your clothes dirty!"

Under Chen Fan's superb acting skills, Deng Jiuqing has been lifted to the sky, so I am afraid that it won't work if he doesn't fight.

He looked at Chen Fan's eyes and said, "How is it? You can hear what others are saying. They asked me to teach me your Canglan Island tricks. I don't know what you think?"

As soon as he said this, Chen Fan's eyes immediately showed the right amount of fear, and he shrank his neck, as if trying to find a step for himself and said, "I...I have no good fighting on the island of Canglan. Never promised, I... If I win, won’t I fight for nothing?"

"Hahaha, this little bun can win by himself, is it a fool!"

"That's not right, he's saving the country with curves. Knowing that he can't beat Senior Brother Deng, he finds other ways to push off the competition. This is extraordinary!"

The cheers of the crowd dispelled the last bit of doubt in Deng Jiuqing's mind, and saw him playfully rushing to Chen Fan and said: "That's right, as you, the buns, Tianjiao, you should set the prize before the war. After all, normally you don’t know how. Go!"

"Let's talk about it, what color do you want!"

Deng Jiuqing waved his sleeves. He had never thought that Chen Fan would win. Now he was just raised high and had to fight Chen Fan.

After all, he wants to maintain his majesty, and others also want to watch a battle between disciples for free.

why not?

It's just that Chen Fan is going to be wronged. After all, he was the one who was beaten, right?

Deng Jiuqing didn't know at this moment, he had already stepped into the dangerous situation arranged by Chen Fan himself.

I was sold, and I was happy to help them count the money.

At this moment, Chen Fan saw that his plan had worked, but he didn't mean to relax at all. He pretended to be nervous and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the stone stele in the Hall of Merit.

"If I win, you give me 10,000 sect contribution points, how about it? If you are afraid, you can choose not to fight, Chen will not care!"

After Chen Fan said, he just stared at Deng Jiuqing's eyes, as if he was afraid that the other party would really agree to it.