In the past, Lin Fan was famous and everyone would turn pale when he mentioned him, but now he has become the opposite of everyone''s contempt. When he mentioned him, he will show contempt.


    Bai Rou defeated her opponent. Without the fierce and domineering spirit in the battle just now, she recovered her delicate appearance. She looked at Lin Fan and spit out her fragrant tongue. Then she said angrily: "Oh, she defeated another opponent. Now the ranking is higher. What should I do..."


    Even if Lin fan is hiding a volcano in her body, she is still almost amused by her lovely appearance.


    "Bai Rou defeated his opponent and locked the sixth ranking. Now he can start the challenge. The loser invites the opponent in the top six. The winner inherits the ranking and the loser is eliminated."


    The carefree king announced again. Then those who had just started to lose had bright lights in their eyes, staring at the top six Tianjiao, with bloodthirsty light in their eyes.


    But in fact, Lin Fan was the most watched. In the past, he did have outstanding achievements, but who is the weak Tianjiao who can reach this step?


    Everyone in the top six has proved their strength in the challenge arena. Only Lin fan has never shot, and it''s no wonder others stare at him.


    No matter who it was, they were all stupid and wanted to try. Some Tianjiao even showed signs of opening their mouth. Finally, a short fat man suddenly got up and saluted the king Xiaoyao with his fist. His eyes were sharp: "I challenge Lin fan!"


    The other losers showed disappointment. They were going to ask for war, but it was a second late. This best challenge role was preempted, which made them angry.


    Looking at the eyes of many temporary losers, Lin Fan''s eyes are cold. Do these people really regard him as a soft persimmon?


    The carefree king looked at the short fat man and Lin Fan: "Lin fan, someone is challenging you. Do you agree?"


    Everyone''s eyes looked at Lin Fan and showed a malicious look. How can Lin Fan escape?


    Lin Fan got up: "come to war!"


    The short and fat man is really too short and fat. He can''t stand up. Lin Fan''s shoulders are high and his eyes narrow into a gap. But he tries to look like a jade tree facing the wind: "Lin fan, don''t think you have a backstage. I''m afraid of you. It''s useless for you to tie up. I''ll beat you head-on."


    Lin Fan stepped onto the challenge arena and said calmly, "come here quickly."


    "Hum, think I''m afraid you won''t succeed?"


    The short fat man hummed coldly and went to the challenge arena at a speed that was very inconsistent with his figure.


    "Lin......"


    The short fat man is ready to make an opening speech, but Lin fan can''t wait. He really endured it for a long time these days. Now he needs to vent, but it''s not good. The short fat man is the object of his vent!


    "Boom!"


    Lin Fan''s signboard, the golden thunder sea, appeared, suspended above the challenge arena and covered the sky. Lin Fan seemed to be able to replace heaven''s punishment, and thick thunder and lightning continued to fall from the sky.


    "A villain who can only use despicable means. What about taking the lead?"


    The short fat man roared. Lin Fan dared to take the lead. Was he afraid?


    "Really? Do you think I''ll use the preemptive machine to deal with goods like you?"


    Lin Fan''s cold words came out, right behind the short fat man, making the short fat man Tianjiao''s face change dramatically!


    How did Lin Fan get behind him? Why doesn''t he know at all?


    He wanted to turn around, but it was too late. Lin Fan blew him out, and his body was still in mid air. He felt that his ankle was caught by Lin fan. He struggled violently, but it was useless!


    "Bang!"


    Lin Fan smashed him on the challenge arena. Everyone felt that the challenge arena made of black iron seemed to be shaking violently. We can imagine the strength of Lin Fan''s attack.


    "Do you think you are strong? Dare to challenge me?"


    Lin Fan was too angry these days. Now he was ruthless, like screwing a chicken. He took the short fat man directly as an outlet, grabbed his neck with one hand, and kept beating the short fat man''s big ears with the other hand.


    "Pa!"


    "Pa!"


    "Pa!"


    The voice was too clear and loud. Tianjiao''s cheeks, who had just regretted that they were not the first to challenge Lin fan, kept twitching. Whenever the sound of Lin Fan beating the short fat man''s cheeks came out, their bodies would tremble, as if this slap was on their cheeks.


    "Do you really regard Lin Fan as a soft persimmon? What kind of thing are you?"


    Lin Fan roared and his fist flashed. The short fat Tianjiao was blown away again and fell to the ground. He didn''t know whether to live or die.


    "Who else? Come together!"


    Lin fan is standing on the challenge arena. At his feet is Tianjiao who was stunned by his slap. He looks up at his seat and just regards him as Zhu Tianjiao, the best challenge object.


    Some Tianjiao''s eyes dodged. Their family knew their own affairs. Their strength was equal to that of the short fat man at most, and the short fat man was subdued by Lin Fan without fighting back, so they probably couldn''t be much better.


    However, some Tianjiao sneered. They should be the strongest group, but only because of bad luck, they were defeated by those evil spirits against the sky, such as Wujian. Therefore, even if Lin fan had behaved so against the sky, they still thought they could fight.


    Soon a dark faced boy stepped out: "I''ll fight you."


    Lin Fan glanced sideways and pointed to the boy: "ten rounds, I''ll send you to accompany the short fat man!"


    He knew that the boy was very strong, but he fought with Longfei, who ranked fourth in the Tianjiao list, and lost many rounds, but so what?


    "Arrogance!"


    The young man roared. Even if he fought with Long Fei, he was defeated in dozens of moves, but Lin Fan dared to export and would defeat him in ten moves.


    The young man came to the challenge arena and said, "if you can beat me in ten moves, I''ll let you be the Lord from now on. If you lose, kneel down to me and kowtow and admit that I''m your master."


    Sword made of Darksteel sword made of Darksteel, but the ordinary iron sword was just like the simultaneous interpreting of the holy soldiers.


    Lin Fan hummed coldly and started the disillusionment step. Now, with the improvement of cultivation, the disillusionment step is different. Every illusion is like a Lin fan, too vivid and realistic, and all have a small part of his combat power.


    "Kill!"


    Tianjiao roared, and the long sword in his hand kept sending out sword Qi, smashing many illusions in front of him, but soon his face changed dramatically and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Lin Fan''s fist wrapped in lightning was blasted on his chest.


    "Wow..."


    A mouthful of blood splashed. Tianjiao felt that at least five or six of his chest ribs were broken, and he had this feeling. If this fight could kill, Lin Fan''s fist would certainly run through his chest.