C19 Gambling

Lu Fan's voice was steady and powerful, and at that instant, Lu Hao and the rest had all set their gazes on Lu Fan.

At this time, Lu Ming suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying ridicule.

"You? "With your body refining sixth level strength, you won't even be able to block a single move."

Lu Feng stopped Lu Ming from speaking further, and patted him lightly. Lu Ming was a little confused. Did he say something wrong?

Lu Haoran did not care about what Lu Ming said, and looked straight at Lu Fan: "Are you confident?"

Lu Fan calmly replied, "Yes!"

Lu Haoran's eyes flickered as he turned to look at Lu Hao and said, "What do you think?"

Lu Hao thought for a moment and said, "Since Lu Fan is confident, then let him go up. Even the worst is just losing. "

Lu Ming could not help but say: "What do you mean by 'nothing is more than a loss'. If he goes up, he will only embarrass himself and reveal that there is no one in our Lu Family."

Lu Feng frowned and berated: "Lu Ming, what are you saying? Lu Fan is your younger cousin, be careful when you speak. "

Lu Ming looked at Lu Fan with disdain. He did not care about face at all and continued, "I was just speaking the truth. Lu Fan, don't think that just because your cultivation level increased that you can shoulder the family's glory. That Mo Yunfei will soon be able to cultivate Supreme Force. If you were to meet him, you will only be mercilessly shocked. On the high platform, regardless of life or death, no one will pity you even if you are beaten to death. "

Lu Fan calmly replied, "I know."

Lu Ming looked at Lu Fan's calm appearance and became even more angry. A piece of trash actually wanted to show off.

Clenching his fists tightly, Lu Ming suddenly said to Lu Fan: "Let me see if you really have the ability to fight on stage."

Following the sound, Lu Ming's fist came out. The fist that was filled with rage, was accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, and the power of this fist was enough to shatter a mountain.

Clang, in the next moment, Lu Fan raised his hand to block Lu Ming's fist.

Simple and easy. Lu Fan didn't even stand up. He grabbed Lu Ming's fist and said, "It's better for you to sit and rest."

As he finished speaking, he shook his palm forcefully, causing ripples to appear on Lu Ming's arm that could be seen with the naked eye.

With shock on his face, Lu Ming was instantly speechless.

Not only was he stupefied, but also Lu Feng, who was standing to the side.

The father and son duo had never imagined that Lu Fan's strength would reach such a level.

Lu Haoran's eyes suddenly glowed as he said, "Alright, Lu Fan. I'll leave everything to you later. "

Lu Fan released Lu Ming's fist. Only now did Lu Ming see that his fist had already been gripped by Lu Fan into five clear finger marks.

Lu Ming was completely dumbfounded, he simply could not believe what he had just seen.

How was this possible? Lu Fan was actually so strong? It was as if he had become a completely different person. Lu Ming was unable to accept the fact that Lu Fan had surpassed him, and his entire face began to twitch.

It had only been three months, only three months!

Lu Hao was already grinning from ear to ear. Regardless of how Lu Fan would behave later, that scene just now was enough to make him happy for three days.

On the high platform, the match had already begun.

Some of the disciples of the small clans were happily fighting on the high stage. It was just that their strength was too low. They were only at the 5th or 6th Body Refinement Layer. Fighting was not worth watching.

Mo Tian turned his head and looked at Lu Haoran: "Old demon Lu, who will go up to your house? Have you guys finished discussing? In my opinion, no matter who it is, losing is still a loss.

Mo Tian's face was full of smiles, as if victory was within his grasp.

Lu Haoran's eyes flashed, he thought for a moment and said: "Old fart Mo, since you are so confident, why don't we hang you up as a wager?"

Mo Tian said in shock: "Old demon Lu, are you serious? Could it be that Lu Ming is not the strongest warrior among your Lu Family's young generation? Interesting, interesting, what kind of wager do you want to hang? "

Lu Haoran said: "If your Mo family wins, I will lose to two shops in your cities."

Mo Tian happily replied, "Okay. But first, which two stores should I choose? "

Lu Haoran's pupils contracted, but he still agreed and said: "No problem. But, if our Lu Family wins the fight, you will lose to me in one thing. "

Mo Tian laughed: "You don't want Pu Zi? What do you think our Mo Clan has that much of a chance? "

Lu Haoran slightly smiled, "It's nothing much. I just wanted to borrow your Mo Clan's Small Burst Fist to have a look. "

The smile on Mo Tian's face vanished, and he said: "So you have taken a fancy to the martial skills of our Mo Clan. "Alright, I promise you, it's settled then."

Lu Haoran smiled.

Mo Tian laughed coldly, and said: "I want to see what kind of tricks the Lu Family can play, I'll keep these two shops."

At this time, Zhang Yan, who had been sitting quietly at the other side, suddenly spoke: "Patriarch Mo, Patriarch Lu, can I participate in the wager between you two?"

Mo Tian turned his head to look at Zhang Yan and said, "Oh? Zhang Family Head also wanted to participate, no problem. I wonder what Zhang Family Head is willing to take out as a prize? "

Zhang Yan thought for a while, then said: "How about this, my Zhang family is not as rich or as powerful as the two great families, and does not have any martial skills or techniques, how about I use twenty thousand gold as the wager?"

Mo Tian laughed: "Zhang Family Head, to think you would say something like that. Do you guys really think we are people lacking money? Twenty thousand is too little.

Zhang Yan frowned, one hundred thousand gold coins was not a small sum. Even if the Zhang Family was rich, taking out one hundred thousand gold coins at once would definitely damage their vitality. At this time, Zhang Yuehan, who was sitting beside him, nodded slightly. Zhang Yan understood his daughter's words and gritted his teeth. "Fine, 100,000 is fine."

Mo Tian smiled and said: "Alright, I have no problems. Old Geezer Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Haoran nodded, "I have no problems with that either."

"Then make the contract."

Waving his hand, Mo Tian handed the host over and wrote down the contract.

After Lu Haoran signed his name, he turned to Lu Fan and said, "Lu Fan, you saw it too. I don't want to lose two shops, work hard for me, don't hide it. If you win, that Small Burst Fist technique will be yours. "

Lu Fan nodded in understanding. Lu Haoran had made this bet, and his goal was actually to get a set of fist techniques for him.

The other small families' martial arts competition gradually came to an end. The one still standing on the stage was the young master of the Xu family in the south of the city. His body refining seventh level cultivation was proudly waving at the crowd, causing the hearts of many young girls to be moved.

Just then, under Mo Tian's orders, a disciple of the Mo Clan walked up the stage. It was a tall and sturdy man with a squarish face and bulging muscles. He gave off a very imposing aura.

His name was Mo Hong, and was the second most promising person in the Mo family. Coming up onto the stage, with a few punches and kicks, he knocked the young master of the Xu family off the stage, with his arms spread wide open, Mo Hong shouted: "Who else!"

Mo Tian laughed and said, "Mo Hong is becoming more and more imposing."

Behind him, the people from the other families laughed and said, "Mo Hong of the Mo Family is becoming more and more like Blind Bear."

Standing on the stage, for a moment, no one dared to challenge Mo Hong. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that Mo Hong's current strength was close to body refining eighth level. The disciples of the other small clans probably wouldn't be able to fight against him.

Everyone was looking at the Lu and Zhang Families. The only ones who had the ability to take Mo Hong down were the Lu and Zhang Families.

Only, Lu Ming had just spat out blood in front of everyone, and was afraid that he would not be able to fight for a while. Who else in the Lu Family could stand up to Mo Hong? Everyone gently shook their heads. It was unlikely that the Lu family would have anyone else to compete on the stage.

Just when everyone was certain that no one in the Lu family dared to fight, Lu Fan stood up. It was time for him to take the field.

Moving his body, Lu Fan jumped onto the stage.

When the crowd saw that the one the Lu Clan sent out was Lu Fan, many burst out in laughter.

"Lu Fan, the one sent out by the Lu family is actually Lu Fan? Is he trying to destroy us?"

"Hey, Lu Fan, it's best if you come down and put on your clothes. I'm afraid that you'll be beaten to the point that you won't be able to wear clothes in the future."

"Trash Lu Fan, you must have intentionally gone up to seek death!" "It seems like not only are you useless, but you also have a brain problem."

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The shouts of these people caused the members of the Lu family to feel embarrassed. However, other than Lu Hao and the rest who were seated at the very front, the rest of them had no way to refute this group of people's shouts. Even though Lu Fan had made a dazzling performance at the Yearly Sacrifice, that was only a matter of the Lu Family's internal affairs.

The group of Children of the Lu Family s all had dark expressions on their faces. The main reason they hated Lu Fan was because Lu Fan had shamed their entire Lu Family.

All the Children of the Lu Family s were thinking, why did he want Lu Fan to go up and change him to someone else?

Hearing the shouts, Lu Hao frowned: "A group of short-sighted people. The sound of a frog at the bottom of a well."

Lu Haoran said: "Don't mind it. After today, they will be proud of knowing Lu Fan again."

Lu Hao revealed a smile, "Of course."

On the stage, Mo Hong also laughed. He looked at Lu Fan and said, "You dare come up here? Don't you dare laugh me to death."

Lu Fan didn't say a single word, only standing there quietly.

Mo Hong was still holding his stomach and laughing, while Mo Yunfei, who was from the Mo Clan, was laughing happily below. Zhang Family Head Zhang Yan was also laughing. As he laughed, he said to Zhang Yuehan, "Yuehan, look at that Lu Fan. "If he dares to step out now, I'll die from laughter."

Zhang Yuehan also had a smile on her face, his gaze towards Lu Fan was filled with pity, but that gaze also disappeared in a flash.

Everyone was laughing, except Patriarch Mo and Mo Tian.

It was because only now did Mo Tian clearly see the scars on Lu Fan's body. Some of the scars were deep and some were shallow.

Clan Head Mo clearly knew what kind of person would be able to obtain such a body full of scars.

This was the symbol of a practitioner who had trained arduously and was the proof of his indomitable will to fight.

But he just couldn't understand why these scars would appear on Lu Fan's body. Could it be that the laughingstock of Jiang Lin City was actually the Lu Family's hidden Young Fighters?

Patriarch Mo hoped that he was wrong. However, when he looked at Lu Fan who was standing there calmly, he could feel a faint aura emanating from him.

It was an expression of immense suppression due to his fighting spirit. Lu Fan looked at Mo Hong calmly and said, "Have you laughed enough? Can we start now? "