"Of course not, you are a man!"

Ye Feng stabbed a golden needle into Zhao Lin's body with his backhand, stabilizing the opponent's injury.

At the same time, he looked at Hun Liu on the stage.

Let’s record this grudge for now.

Jiang Guangtai, who then competed, had good luck and barely advanced after a fight.

So far.

Among the 12 people who signed up for the Chu Family Martial Arts School, 5 were promoted and 5 were eliminated.

The remaining ones are Ye Feng holding No. 539 and Wang Bin holding No. 888.

After everyone hastily settled lunch.

Then I started to return to the venue and prepare for the challenge.

"Wang Bin, there's still half an hour left, it's time for you to play."

Ye Feng reminded.

"I know, I've already made up my mind."

Wang Bin nodded and looked back and forth at the arena where he was about to take the stage.

"The lottery number is 888, and the ring number is also 8. Senior brother Wang Bin, you are really lucky."

"That's for sure. Senior Brother Wang Bin is not only good at calculating accounts, he can also tell fortunes. Maybe his opponent who will come on stage will just admit defeat!"

"Hahahaha, Senior Brother Wang Bin, why are you so distracted?"

All the brothers looked at Wang Bin.
Chapter completed!