Chapter 223: Championship battle (1/2)
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”Why wait until tomorrow? Wouldn't it be better if we had a battle today? Wei Qingfan, get out of me ...”
The heavy voice sounded like a thunder, and Zi Zi Sen Leng was like an ice cone.
Under the miserable eyes of many people, Chu Hen picked up the puppet demon gun in his palm, exuding arrogant domineering all over his body, and the fierce gun pointed at Wei Qingfan on the audience seat of Emperor Fengwu.
The provocative meaning was not concealed at all.
”Wow!”
In that room, everyone in the audience was amazed.
Everyone's face was full of surprise.
Many people here have heard before that there is an irreconcilable contradiction between Chu Hen and Wei Qingfan. Now it seems that this is really the case.
The point of a gun is at a person, which is considered a great provocation to those who practice martial arts.
Under the sun's rays, the demon gun flickered with dazzling cold light.
The eyes of everyone gathered together on Wei Qingfan's body. The latter looked calm and abnormal, and there was a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, but in his eyes, there was an extremely cold chill.
Ye You, sitting next to Wei Qingfan, looked at this scene in a complicated way, her face was full of confusion.
To be honest, Ye You hasn't calmed down yet from the shock that Chu Hen defeated Yao Zhan. At this moment, the other party is pointing at Wei Qingfan with a cold gun in his hand. What happened in recent days is that Ye You feel a bit unreal.
Because of the Chu marks she knew before, it is impossible to stand on the Douwu stage and look down on the audience.
However, this is an indisputable fact.
...
”Too arrogant, Brother Qingfan abused him, we support you.”
”Brother Wei Qingfan will win! The champion must be yours.”
”It's just madness, and I thought that if you picked up the extraordinary horror of the demon gun, the world would be invincible. Brother Qingfan killed him and let him know who the real champion is.”
...
Chu Chen's provocation seemed to anger many supporters of Wei Qingfan.
The atmosphere was weird, and it became more noisy.
But it is undeniable that everyone here can't wait for tomorrow, and everyone is eager to see this showdown.
Seeing Wei Qingfan's delay in answering, Chu Hen congealed in the palm of his hand, and a three-footed gunman puffed out along the front of the gun. The heavy, cold voice echoed again.
”Get off!”
Get down ...
At this moment, Wei Qingfan's thoughts of killing suddenly erupted. He stood up suddenly from his seat, and the cold eyes were transmitted through the cold eyes.
”Well, since you are so anxious to die for this crap, why am I incomplete?”
As soon as the words fell, Wei Qingfan leapt forward, traversing tens of meters of void directly from the audience seat, and then stably fell on the Douwu platform.
”Wow!”
Wei Qingfan's challenge instantly ignited the hot atmosphere of the audience.
Emperor Fengwu and many supporters of Wei Qingfan stood up and shouted.
”Wei Qingfan, killed the arrogant guy.”
”The championship is yours.”
...
On the other side of Tianxing Wufu, they are also unwilling to show weakness, especially Li Huiye and Zhou Lu, who are all shouting with their throats open.
”Chu Chen will win!”
”Chu marks come on!”