The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

There are many people who participate in gambling fights. If they can win every time, they can also gain a lot of wealth.

Nie Yuan's strength can only be regarded as the middle of the third level of Yuanfu Realm, not strong. Some people bet that he can only win five games in a row at most, and most people can only win two or three games.

The first warrior who stepped onto the battle stage to challenge Nie Yuan looked to be in his forties. His cultivation was also the third level of Yuanfu Realm, which was equivalent to Nie Yuan.

"Boom!"

Nie Yuan stood in the center of the battle stage. It only took ten moves to blast his first opponent away and fall off the battle stage.

"It's bad. I misjudged it. Although Nie Yuan came from a third-rate small sect like Tianhe Sect, as the chief disciple, he naturally received very good teaching. I'm afraid he can win five games in a row."

"Not bad, not bad, I misjudged it. Fortunately, I only bet fifty Yuanshi, which is not too much."

"..."

The people in the Wudou Palace were slightly surprised when they saw Nie Yuan defeat the first opponent in ten moves, and some people even showed regret.

Chen Fan, however, watched calmly. Even if he lost the bet, it was only a hundred Yuanshi, which he didn't care about.

Then, another warrior of the third level of Yuanfu Realm jumped onto the stage and fought with Nie Yuan.

This man was quite strong, stronger than the first one. He fought with Nie Yuan for hundreds of moves before Nie Yuan found a flaw and knocked him out.

In the second game, Nie Yuan won again.

"Haha, if he wins one more game, I'll win." Chu Xuan'er said excitedly.

After winning two games in a row, the atmosphere in the martial arts palace also rose, and everyone in the stands cheered wildly.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, a young man in his twenties came onto the platform. He had a fierce aura, strong Qigong, and a sharp look like a sword. He held a sword in his hand, and the sword energy whistled and tore the air.

When Nie Yuan saw this man, his eyes immediately condensed, knowing that he had met a strong enemy.

The battle broke out, the two of them fought back and forth, the Qi exploded continuously, the Qi swept in all directions, and the battlefield was shaken.

In the end, the young man with the knife was more skilled and defeated Nie Yuan.

"Ah, lost!"

Chu Xuan'er saw that Nie Yuan lost and failed to win three games in a row, and her face immediately became bitter.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "There is no way. The young man's cultivation has reached the third late stage of Yuanfu Realm. He has powerful Qigong, strong physical strength, and is good at using the knife. His moves are open and closed. It is reasonable that Nie Yuan lost."

After watching a few more battles, it was also exciting, but the most consecutive wins were only five games.

Chen Fan was eager to try, and was about to go down to fight when a voice sounded from the side.

"Hey, isn't this cousin Wan'er? Are you here to recruit talents in the martial arts arena again? I wonder which young talent you have your eyes on? If you can't recruit one, I don't mind giving you a master to use."

The strange voice made Chen Fan put down his raised footsteps and turned his head to look over.

I saw a young man about 20 years old, with two people, walking over in a swagger.

Everywhere he passed, the people around him made way, obviously knowing the identity of this young man and they couldn't afford to offend him.

"Nangong Fengyun, what are you doing here?" Nangong Wan'er saw the young man coming over, and a hint of disgust appeared in her eyes, and her voice was cold.

Chu Xuan'er whispered to Chen Fan: "Brother Dongfan, this annoying guy is called Nangong Fengyun, and he is from the Nangong family..."

Nangong Fengyun walked over with a smile and said: "What are you talking about, cousin Wan'er? This martial arts arena is not opened by you. You can come, but why can't I?"

"Miss Wan'er, we meet again."

At this time, behind Nangong Fengyun, a young man in a blue shirt stepped forward, bowed to Nangong Wan'er, and smiled gently.

Nangong Wan'er looked a little ugly, and said: "Muye Xiao, it turns out that you were lured over by Nangong Fengyun."

The blue-shirted young man is called Muye Xiao, an elite disciple of the Shenguang Sect, with a peak cultivation level of the fourth level of the Yuanfu Realm. Three months ago, he won ten games in a row in the martial arts arena, which caused quite a stir in the imperial city and made him famous in the imperial city.

She also went to the door to win over Muye Xiao, but was rejected by Muye Xiao. Unexpectedly, she followed Nangong Fengyun today, and was obviously won over by Nangong Fengyun.

"Look, it's Muye Xiao, from the Shenguang Sect. Just three months ago, he won ten games in a row in the Earth-level Martial Arts Palace, and even defeated a strong man in the early fifth level of the Yuanfu Realm. He is a figure on the Earth List."

"I know, I was in the Martial Arts Palace three months ago and saw him win ten games in a row. When he activated his Qigong, the sun's rays were held in his hands and transformed into various weapons with great power."

"Hehe, I don't know if he will play today. If he does, I will definitely bet that he can win eleven games in a row!"

"..."

Some people around recognized Muye Xiao and talked about it.

"Haha, Nangong Wan'er, I tell you the truth, everything you did was in vain. This time, the "Martial Arts Competition of All Veins" is destined to remove your Yue Vein from the main vein."

"Of course, we can't be blamed for all this. If you want to blame someone, blame your aunt. She did something that brought shame to my Nangong family. Your Yue Vein was removed from the main vein as a punishment for her wrongdoings!"

When Chen Fan heard this, a light flashed in his eyes.

Aunt?

His mother Nangong Yue was actually Nangong Wan'er's aunt?

This was somewhat beyond Chen Fan's expectations.

"Hmph, Nangong Fengyun, why are you so arrogant? I tell you, Sister Wan'er has already won over someone. Did you see that he is Brother Dongfan?"

Chu Xuan'er couldn't bear to listen and spoke immediately.

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Fengyun's eyes immediately fell on Chen Fan. He looked at Chen Fan for a moment and said, "Oh, brother, you actually agreed to help Nangong Wan'er in the battle, but you have to think clearly and don't fall in by mistake. If you go astray, your life may be in danger!”

There was a layer of threat in his words, both overt and covert.

"Of course, if you are willing to switch to Xingmai to help me fight, I can double the reward Nangong Wan'er gives you! Yuemai is already declining, so I won't be able to give you anything good."

Nangong Fengyun said with a smile.

Nangong Wan'er's expression changed, and she was really afraid that Chen Fan would change his mind.

However, all I heard was Chen Fan said lightly: "Haha, no need, I have no interest in your Xingmai. As for going astray and risking your life? I, Wang Dongfan, have a great destiny, and it is not some monsters that can threaten me. ”

Hearing Chen Fan's words, Nangong Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Nangong Fengyun's eyes were condensed, revealing a cold meaning.

After a moment, he chuckled and said: "Haha, good, very good, then I'm looking forward to your performance in the 'Zhumai Martial Arts'."

Chen Fan curled his lips, turned his head, and ignored him.