Started from morning until noon.

I don't know how many games I've experienced in the middle.

The bloody smell of the venue was already thrilling, and pieces of blood showed the cruelty of the competition.

Fists and feet are blind and swords are ruthless. Since you want to fight, you will inevitably be injured.

Sometimes there is no way to avoid death in martial arts competitions.

At noon, Chen Bufan was woken up by the big bull and sent a bowl of dumplings with soup.

The weather is cold now, so eat some warmth with soup.

Although according to Chen Bufan's skills, the severe cold and hot summer cannot play a role in him, in this winter, those who see the heat will have an appetite.

"Big Niu, how many days did the competition in the past?"

Chen Bufan asked while eating.

“Five to seven days.”

"That's how long?"

"Of course, how could so many people solve the problem in one day? I heard that the last martial arts competition lasted for more than half a month."

“…”

If you have personal grudges, there is no need to compete to resolve them.

Pure waste of other people's time.

Just hit it privately, kill one less.

Kill one nest and one less nest.

No one cares about how many people died in the Shangwu Realm.

Fighting bleeding is normal, but no one will care.

I want to come here to steal the limelight.

Chen Bufan fully supports giving some young people the opportunity to show their faces.

After practicing for more than ten or twenty years, strive for a good future, give yourself a satisfactory answer, compete with the same young people, increase experience, etc.

It is very necessary for young people.

All day long, Chen Bufan didn't take a look. It was not that he disrespects others, but that he was just disrespectful to others.

The weak have nothing to respect.
Chapter completed!