"What else do you do besides hiding?"

Yan Bingfeng was furious and roared at Han Sanqian because he knew that if he continued like this, his strength would be exhausted and he could only let Han Sanqian go fishing, so he had to stimulate Han Sanqian to fight back. Only in this way could he find a chance to win.

Yan Bingfeng's dissatisfaction voice immediately gained the recognition of the followers in the audience.

After all, many people in the stands were Yan Bingfeng's fans, and they could not see Yan Bingfeng suffering such grievances and immediately started to clamor at Han Sanqian.

"You're so cowardly, you're fighting back."

"It's better to go home and find your mother and waste our time."

"This is a game, not a hide-and-seek, little thing, do you have some real skills?"

Countless people in the stands began to mock Han Sanqian.

Yang Wanlin was very puzzled at this time. Han Sanqian could obviously end the game in a very short time. Why did he waste time? It also caused so many insults. Could it be that he really couldn't beat Yan Bingfeng?

This is unlikely. Although Yan Bingfeng is powerful, in Yang Wanlin's opinion, there is still a very big gap with Han Sanqian.

"You don't have to worry. Han Sanqian is just destroying Yan Bingfeng's confidence. He not only wants Yan Bingfeng to lose the game, but also wants Yan Bingfeng to be depressed from now on." At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears.

When Yang Wanlin turned his head, he was shocked to find that it was Song Yun!

As Yang Bin's personal bodyguard, Song Yun followed Yang Bin almost inseparably.

Since he is here, is the ancestor here too?

Seeing Yang Wanlin looking around, Song Yun knew what he was looking at and said, "Your ancestor didn't come. I was just curious, so let's see how Han Sanqian performed."

"Grandpa Song, do you think Han Sanqian can win?" Yang Wanlin asked.

"Haha, the cat is just a game of catching mice. The cat is just playing with mice now." Song Yun said with a smile. From the beginning, he could see the gap between Yan Bingfeng and Han Sanqian. The two were not at the same level at all. And who is Han Sanqian? He is a powerful man with the Tianqi Tian level. How could even Yan Bingfeng not win?

"Is Han Sanqian a cat?" Yang Wanlin continued to ask.

"good."

After getting such an answer, Yang Wanlin was no longer so nervous.

On the ring, the angry Yan Bingfeng's eyes were almost thrusting. He should have controlled the battle situation, but now he was led by Han Sanqian. This feeling made him very angry. He had lost his mind and was lost. He could not realize that he was not Han Sanqian's opponent.

"I won't fight back, I just want to give you more opportunities. Since you don't want to waste time, I will give you my best." Han Sanqian stood there and said lightly.

"Baoshi, do you dare not hide?" Yan Bingfeng said gritting his teeth.

"Of course." Han Sanqian said.

Yan Bingfeng's expression became ferocious. As long as Han Sanqian did not hide, he was confident that a punch would make Han Sanqian fall to the ground.

"Barewell, this is what you said." Yan Bingfeng's body was in a bent state and he was charging his strength. This punch must be a blow he tried his best.

Han Sanqian was still standing there, without any sign of avoiding it.

Yan Bingfeng smiled grimly. As long as he hits this punch, it means he will win the game.

Bang!

The collision between the fist and the body made a muffled sound.

When everyone in the audience finally ushered in Yan Bingfeng's fatal punch, they all burst out with warm calls. In their opinion, this punch would inevitably make Han Sanqian fall, and their idols would once again show the might of a strong man.

But……

Soon they noticed a hint of weirdness.

Han Sanqian did not fall!

Yan Bingfeng's fist seemed to have caused no harm to Han Sanqian.

Even Han Sanqian did not change his face even a little!

"That's it?" Han Sanqian raised his eyebrows and said to Yan Bingfeng.

"No, no, it's impossible, how is it possible!" Yan Bingfeng said in disbelief. His strongest punch did not make Han Sanqian fall down. This fact was unacceptable to Yan Bingfeng.

"This is the gap between you and me. I won't fight back, just because you are too weak." Han Sanqian said lightly.

Suddenly!

Yan Bingfeng's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

No one saw what was going on.

Yan Bingfeng's body was blocked by the ring side rope, stretched out a very exaggerated curve, and finally fell outside the ring.

Yan Bingfeng, who was lying on the ground, was motionless.

There was also a silence in the audience.

The reversal of things came so fast that those people couldn't react at all for a moment.

After all, in their eyes, Han Sanqian should have fallen under this punch.

But now... Han Sanqian not only did not fall down, but Yan Bingfeng was unconscious under the ring.

"This... did he punch just now?"

"No, no, it's just a leg."

"How could it be a leg? I clearly saw that it was a punch, and he punched Yan Bingfeng off the ring."

"I clearly kicked it out, I saw it with my own eyes."

No one present really saw clearly how Han Sanqian made a move, so everyone had their own opinions on whether Han Sanqian punched or slashed, and no one obeyed each other, and soon debated.

Everyone in the Tiandi Martial Arts Hall was shocked, because such an ending was unimaginable to everyone except the owner. After all, their senior brother is a popular figure in the championship. How could he lose to a little kid in the second round of the preliminary round?

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the facts were already in front of him. Yan Bingfeng was indeed unconscious outside the ring.

"Senior Brother...lose, have you lost?"

"Master, Senior Brother actually lost."

The disciples showed pain and were unwilling to accept such an ending.

But the owner's expression was very calm, because this ending was as expected by him, and he knew that even if Yan Bingfeng did not underestimate Han Sanqian, he might not be Han Sanqian's opponent. This is the absolute gap in strength. From the moment Yan Bingfeng walked onto the ring, his ending was already destined.

"What are you still standing there? Why don't you carry the senior brother away?" The owner of the museum ordered the disciples.

Everyone in the audience still had a confused expression on their faces. It was not until the unconscious Yan Bingfeng was carried away by the people from the Tiandi Martial Arts Hall that they came to their senses and understood what was going on.

"How could this happen? Yan Bingfeng lost!"

"How could my idol lose the game?"

"No, this is impossible. I don't accept such a result. It must be this guy who used a trick. I want the management of the Wuji Summit to thoroughly investigate this matter!"
Chapter completed!