Chapter 580： Who is Fan Jian? Physically disabled

Chapter 580 Who Is Fan Jian? Physically disabled

After Fan Jian finished speaking, he took the two of Mu Feihua to an inconspicuous cabin.

Compared with the luxury of the Destiny Hall, this house is shabby and shameless.

Mu Feifei said with some suspicion, "This is the way you make money? Isn't it a den of thieves?"

Fan Jian smiled bitterly: "Of course not, you'll know if you go in with me."

The three walked into the small black room.

The environment in the house is small, with only one elevator platform, which is similar to an elevator in this world.

Mu Feifan understood it at a glance.

It turned out that the little black house was just a cover up.

There is no cave in the ground.

They used the elevator platform and soon went underground.

Before landing, I heard a loud noise.

Mu Feifei asked, "Where is this place?"

Fan Jian replied: "The monks are fighting arena."

really!

After going out, you will find that this underground hall is extremely vast.

Mu Feifan saw a crowd of monks.

In the middle, several big arenas were erected high up.

There are two monks fighting fiercely on each stage.

You come and I am very intense.

"It turned out to be a place for fighting methods, but why should it be built underground and still concealed?" Mu Feifan was surprised.

Fan Jian explained: "Before it was built on the ground. Later, in order to select the top ten civilized cities, Blackwind City moved the overly violent construction sites underground... The city owner felt that the fighting field was a little shameless."

Mu Feifan was speechless: "Top Ten Civilized Cities? Why do I feel a little funny inexplicably."

Fan Jiansan smiled: "The city lord is a very strict person. Everything in the city must abide by his rules. The previous battlefield has been changed into a brothel to entertain foreign guests."

Mu Feifei was speechless.

Change to brothel?

It seems that this city owner is still a music lover and likes to listen to music in Goulan.

Fan Jian added: "The rules here are very simple, as long as you go to the stage to compete, you will get runestone rewards! In addition, the audience can bet before the players compete... But this won't make much, after all, there are too few dark horses. There are only a few players in Niubi, and the regular customers who come here have known for a long time."

Mu Feifan: "I don't want to guess the result of the competition, just sign up for the competition."

Fan Jian rubbed his hands with excitement: "Great son, let's go right away."

The three came to the registration office.

The person in charge of registration is an old man with a white beard.

The old man asked: "Are you going to sign up for the competition or place a bet?"

Fan Jian: "Competition!"

Old man: "Name."

Fan Jian couldn't help but look at Mu Feifan.

He was a little embarrassed.

Ashamed, Fan Jian hadn't asked the customer's name along the way.

Mu Feifan replied: "Fan Jian."

Fan Jian was a little surprised.

But he then thought about it, maybe the customer didn't want to reveal his real name.

Old man: "Realm."

Mu Feifan: "In the early days of foundation building."

What?

When Fan Jian heard this, he was dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes.

At this moment, Mu Feifan didn't use any secret techniques to cover up his cultivation.

The realm of the top of the foundation can be seen at a glance.

Fan Jian hurriedly explained to Mu Feihua in a low voice: "My son, before going to the stage, you have to check whether your cultivation level is fraudulent. Besides, if you are in your realm, as long as you are not blind, you can see it... Moreover, the eyes of the old man are not flower."

The old man suddenly interrupted: "There are two levels of competition, the base building level and the Jindan level. Depending on your cultivation level, let me report the level of the base building."

I don't know, Mu Feifan said indifferently: "No, participate in the Golden Core level."

"What?" The old man was startled.

Only then did he raise his head, staring at his muddy old eyes.

Mu Feifanyun smiled lightly, full of confidence.

"Young man, are you sure you want to participate in the Golden Core level contest? I said the ugly thing ahead, we have to sign the certificate of life and death in a while, you may be beaten to death!" The old man reminded him kindly.

Mu Feifan: "OK!"

Looking at the old man, he seemed uneasy. Fan Jian said: "Our son's strength is not measured by his realm. Old man, please report it."

When it comes to this, the old man can only nod his head: "Okay, the light curtain above your head will automatically match your opponents. If you win, you can continue to participate in the next match. You will get a bonus for every win. ."

Then, the old man took out a statement of life and death.

Once in the ring, life and death will come!

"Sign it!" The old man handed over a brush.

Unexpectedly, Mu Feihua was indifferent.

Fan Jian was surprised: "My son, why don't you sign?"

Mu Feifei looked at him: "It is you who want to sign."

What?

When Fan Jian heard this, he was dumbfounded.

"No, son, I didn't say that I was the one who was going to compete. Didn't you always say that you are good at fighting?" Fan Jianli panicked.

Mu Feihua nodded: "I can indeed play well, but what does being able to play have to do with signing up for the competition?"

Fan Jian felt his brain buzzing.

The two seem to have nothing to do with each other.

The old man saw that they were slow to write, so he asked strangely: "What's the matter, you guys quickly sign, who is Fan Jian?"

Hearing the urge, Mu Feifei pointed to Fan Jian.

At the same time, Xia Yuchan also stretched out his hand and pointed towards Fan Jian.

For an instant, Fan Jian felt as if he had become a murderer and was caught.

"My son, let's not bring anything like this." Fan Jian almost cried.

Mu Feifan: "Hurry up and sign, and if I dare to let you sign up, I dare to let you win."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Fan Jian's shoulder.

At that moment, Fan Jian felt a huge force pressing on him.

Almost made him kneel!

Fan Jian was wronged in his heart.

He can only write his name on the life and death certificate.

The old man accepted it, and then said with a smile, "Good luck, young man."

How did Fan Jian feel that the old man looked at him with sympathy.

"My son, you have hurt me miserably. Before I married a wife, I was put on the stage of life and death by you." Fan Jian said uncomfortably.

Mu Feifan smiled and said, "Don't be so unwilling to fight, I said that if you can win, you can definitely win!"

Seeing him so confident, Fan Jian's ups and downs were a little calmer.

At this time, a line of words suddenly appeared on the light curtain where countless lights and shadows gathered above their heads.

"The next match, on the third ring, Jindan-level martial arts competition, Fan Jian vs. Liu Weimeng."

Fan Jianyi excited: "My God, it's my turn so soon!"

However, the more he looked at the Golden Core level competition above, the more ironic he felt.

Depend on!

I am obviously a foundation or in the early stage, why should I bear the pressure that is seriously inconsistent with the realm?

Fan Jianlao was depressed.

It's almost impossible to walk.

Still supported by Mu Feifan, he walked to the No. 3 ring.

When all the onlookers saw that Fan Jian had been helped over, they all looked confused.

Finally someone couldn't bear it anymore and started to laugh.

"Ahahahaha, is this player guilty of a blood clot, he is so virtuous, and he still participates in the competition?"

"What do you know, this is called physically disabled Zhijian."

"No, no, you are all wrong, the most glorious moment of a monk is to die on the battlefield!"

"Oh? Then he should go to the newly renovated brothel of the city lord."

(End of this chapter)