The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"Hahahaha, good, very good!"

In the space of the highest stand, Wei Buyu held his hands and laughed.

On the other hand, Chen Muyang, Feng Yunzi and others looked as ugly as if they had eaten flies.

They originally thought that Chen Fan would be defeated soon after advancing to the battle with the core disciples, and Wei Buyu would have to hand over the Polo Divine Flower.

But now, the finals are coming soon, and no one can stop Chen Fan.

Even the elder who said that Chen Fan couldn't make it into the top 100 of the martial arts competition had a face that was extremely hot, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

"Wei Buyu, don't be too proud. Although your disciple has entered the top 100 of the conference, the further you get to the back, the stronger the remaining people are. Maybe he will encounter Xudan in the next game. A strong person in this level will definitely lose!" Feng Yunzi said coldly, it was necessary to suppress Wei Buyu's arrogance.

"Haha, Feng Yunzi, don't say this too eloquently. If my good disciple defeats a strong man in the Void Core Realm, don't you vomit blood and die?" Wei Buyu said with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to have a war of words with you here. As long as he can't get into the top three, your Polo Flower will be handed over. No matter how much you say, it's useless!" Feng Yunzi snorted coldly, his face getting uglier. .

"Hey, if you want my Polo Flower, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. This time I can make a big profit. The treasures you used to gamble are all good. I like it very much."

Wei Buyu didn't care about the ugly faces of Feng Yunzi and the others, as if the treasure these people were gambling with was already his.

...

If Chen Fan was an unknown person before, now he has suddenly become a dazzling star.

The strength shown by Chen Fan simply shocked everyone's eyes.

In that high stand space, some saints from the Spring and Autumn Gate were also thinking carefully.

These saints are truly powerful people.

Among them are Feng Tianxia, ​​the president of the Tianxiahui, the leader of the Gentlemen Party, the leader of the Shentong Party...the leaders of the various associations are all there.

Although they are not as bright as Duan Jingtian, they all have hidden characters. Their qigong is extremely powerful and their strength is astonishing. This can be seen from the establishment of associations to compete with the Tianmeng.

Chen Fan sat on his seat, and the elite disciples around him all looked at him with awe and admiration.

In just one and a half years, he has soared to the sky, which even the dazzling Duan Jingtian has never achieved.

Chen Fan at this moment was so dazzling.

Some people even secretly thought that if Chen Fan and Duan Jingtian turned their feud into friendship, maybe Chen Fan could become the next Duan Jingtian and overshadow an era.

Currently, the top 100 people entering the martial arts tournament are almost all experts at the eighth or ninth level of Yuanfu Realm, and they are all core players who are expected to reach the Condensing Core Realm, but Chen Fan is not worried.

His eyes swept over these people and briefly stopped at the Void Core Realm experts such as Yuan Kun, Li Wangsheng, Yan Hong, and Shangguan Yuhai.

These people are his opponents for the first place in the conference this time.

"Yuan Kun, Li Wangsheng, Yan Hong and Shangguan Yuhai are all powerful men who have converted 60 to 70% of Xudan. Their strength is comparable to that of Xue Tianhe before the breakthrough..."

Keenly sensing the powerful qigong fluctuations in these four people's bodies, Chen Fan made a rough estimate in his mind.

"Eh? That's...Xu Jing!"

At this time, Chen Fan's eyes fell on a woman.

This woman was thin and seemed frail, but she gave Chen Fan a sense of disharmony.

All because he felt a powerful force from Xu Jing's body, and this force caused the Yinglong bloodline in his body to throb.

At this time, Xu Jing also sensed Chen Fan's gaze, raised her eyes and looked over, but immediately turned away.

"There is something weird in Xu Jing's body, and she can actually resonate with my Yinglong bloodline. By the way, Master said she has dragon bloodline, so it seems like this..."

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and came to his senses.

The world is so vast that there are no wonders.

He was lucky enough to get Yinglong's bloodline in the blessed land of Longshan, so it was not surprising that Xu Jing had dragon veins.

At this time, Chen Fan saw Xu Jing standing up. Obviously, it was time for her to appear.

Xu Jing is also at the Xudan realm and has transformed about 50%. Although she is not as good as Yuan Kun and the other four, she is still very powerful.

Her opponent in this battle was a strong man in the Void Core Realm of Fuyun Sword Sect. As soon as the two entered the battle field, they immediately fought.

The result also shocked Chen Fan.

Because the Fuyun Sword Sect, a strong man in the Void Core Realm, has a cultivation level similar to that of Xu Jing. He is also a swordsman with strong attack power. No matter how you look at it, this swordsman should have the upper hand in this battle.

But the result was that Xu Jing's frail body burst out with terrifying power. With a crushing attitude, he fired ten consecutive punches, defeating the opponent's peerless swordsmanship and beating him until he vomited blood.

Wow.

"Senior Sister Xu Jing is so powerful. Oh my god, how can she have such a powerful force in her body? She can defeat a sword cultivator of the same level with ten punches."

"What's the matter? I heard that Senior Sister Xu Jing once had an adventure. She entered a secret realm and accidentally fell into a dragon's blood pool. Not only did she not die, she absorbed the dragon's blood and developed dragon veins in her body."

"I see. No wonder her boxing skills are unparalleled and fierce. Every punch has the power to break mountains and is unstoppable."

"..."

The disciples of the Spring and Autumn Sect were talking about it.

Just when Xu Jing finished fighting, Chen Fan's token vibrated, and Chen Fan immediately stood up and walked towards the battlefield. It was his turn to go on the field again.

Immediately, Chen Fan felt thousands of eyes outside the field staring at him.

Now, there are fewer and fewer people fighting in the entire central battlefield, and every battle is exciting, no longer like the chaos at the beginning.

Moreover, up to now, every victory will bring great benefits to any disciple.

Chen Fan has been fighting until now, and he doesn't know how many contribution points he has.

But it must be a lot. Compared with most strong men who need to accumulate for several years or even more than ten years, he has reached it in a few days.

Winning one game is 100 contribution points, two games are 200 points, three games are 400 points, four games are 800 points...

Accumulated in this way, Chen Fan's contribution points can no longer be calculated, because he has now forgotten how many games he has won.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Chen Fan is none other than Tianmeng's Thunder Hand, Liu Wuxiang.

Liu Wuxiang looked at Chen Fan, his eyes releasing cold murderous intent, not disguising it, his Qigong fluctuated, lightning and thunder roared, crackling, he was practicing lightning Qigong.

Chen Fan also knew that the other party was from the Heavenly Alliance, so he was not surprised, his expression was indifferent, and he secretly said in his heart: "Another one is here to die."