The focus of their discussion was on Wu Quxing Wei Renjie, and they all wanted to know how many consecutive victories this talented monk could fight.
"Wu Quxing, among the thousands of stars in the Ziwei galaxy, that is the third-ranked existence! And this Wei Renjie is the arrogant of Wu Quxing once in a hundred years!"
"It is said that he bears the sacred body of the galaxy, and with only the second level of cultivation, he can arouse three hundred and sixty stars, and he rarely meets opponents in the same realm!"
"In the previous nine competitions, he killed the enemy in seconds, destroying the dead, like a broken bamboo!"
"It seems that in this competition, he is sure about it!"
"That's right, the one called'Beichen', who is not well known, is here to give Wei Renjie experience!"
"I bet he can't even take Wei Renjie's trick!"
Amid all kinds of discussions, Wei Renjie finally appeared on the stage.
Under the attention of everyone, especially many female monks, their eyes were shining, and they looked attentively.
Wei Renjie is an absolute genius above Wu Quxing. He is tall, with fair skin, and there is an invisible hero in his eyes, giving people a cold, but not cold, feeling.
He stood on the arena, looking at Ye Fan with his eyes.
A little bit of starlight radiated from his whole body, his expression was arrogant, with an absolutely overwhelming confidence.
It seems that in his eyes, Ye Fan is an ant-like existence, and will not pose any threat to him at all.
"Well, the battle is about to begin, hurry up and place a bet, otherwise it will be too late!"
With this voice suddenly appeared, countless monks began to rush towards the place where the bet was placed.
Because in the eyes of everyone, the difference in the strength of this match is too big, the odds are naturally one-sided, and there is a rare overwhelming effect.
Nine to one!
There are actually 90% of people who believe that Wei Renjie will win easily, and those who bet on Ye Fan are rare. Except for Hongling Patriarch, there are some speculators who look at the odds too wide and want to hold. Gamble once with a fluke.
"Hahaha, although you make a little less, but this time you can win by just betting. It's basically a certainty."
"Yeah, put more pressure, this time you must make more money."
"This is something from Beichen, it's actually a monk from the 36th grade. Isn't this for nothing? It's meaningless!"
"Forget it, let's watch the show, just see how Beichen died!"
Many monks widened their eyes and looked at the arena. They didn't want to see what a wonderful duel, but just wanted to see how Ye Fan was defeated and how it was repaired.
On the battlefield, Wei Renjie's mouth showed a sneer.
"Hehe, Xiongtai, do you know where this is?"
He sneered and looked at Ye Fan.
In Wei Renjie's eyes, Ye Fan was an idiot and didn't know what he was doing.
This is a place for masters to fight decisively, but a cultivator of 36 small stars dared to come. Although the reward for victory is very attractive, it is better to see your own positioning.
"Isn't it the arena? As long as I win ten games, I can get a lot of money, and then I can go to the restaurant in the city to check in."
Ye Fan responded with a smile.
When everyone heard Ye Fan's response, they burst into laughter.
"This kid is actually going to stay in a restaurant. It's really a waste. Even the restaurant won't let him stay in the restaurant!"
"Hahaha, really interesting!"
The ridicule of countless monks all pointed to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stood with his hand in his hand, showing no signs of being affected.
"In order to live in a restaurant? It's really a big world. Everyone has them. What do you think of losing their lives in order to live in a restaurant?"
"The battle hasn't started yet, why are you so confident? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if there was an accident?"
"Hmph, don't think you just put on a mask. The armband of the thirty-sixth gear has already let you expose your strength. Although our cultivation level is similar, the talent gap is too big. You really think I am Is his true strength in the second stage of crossing the catastrophe?"
Wei Renjie’s face showed a cold look. He didn’t want to talk so much with Ye Fan, but after all, the opponent is a cultivator of Xiaoxingchen. He came up directly to make a move, and he might be solved with one move. In this way, his own The victory is particularly boring, and you may even think that someone specially arranged this battle for him. After all, he has won nine games in a row.
"Wei Renjie, of course I wouldn't think that your strength is really the second layer of Tribulation, but even though I was born from Zichen Star, I can really defeat you!"
"Beat me? Hahaha, what did I hear, hahaha!"
"Hey!"
Ye Fan sneered after him, and in this way, the scene became extremely strange.
Everyone heard that Ye Fan was so arrogant that he could defeat Wei Renjie. This is nothing short of a fantasy.
"This bastard, damn, him, Wei Renjie!"
"Yes, him, our wealth is overwhelming you."
"This is just bluffing, I hate such a person the most in my life."
Everyone can't wait for their own bet, and they want Wei Ren to play well.
Wei Renjie naturally understood everyone's mood, but in order to preserve his pretense, he didn't want to solve the battle so quickly, because it was too easy to defeat the opponent, but he could not show his strength.
"Huh, what a group of arrogant people, there is no fear of unknown opponents at all, idiot!"
In the crowd, Hongling Patriarch gave a cold snort.
Ye Fan's strength is so powerful, he naturally knows very well that even Song Yushu, who is ranked 36th on the Shuiyue Holy Land Tianjiao list, is not his opponent at all, so what is Wei Renjie?
Seeing that Ye Fan didn't mean to fear him at all, Wei Renjie looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and said cruelly:
"Boy, the gap between you and me is too big! My goal is not ten consecutive victories, but a hundred consecutive victories, to obtain the supreme "sacred badge"! If you don't want to suffer too much flesh and blood, then immediately give in and get out !"
