Ye Fan is known as the biggest dark horse in the Southern Region Genius Competition. He became the hot topic of discussion with Qingzi and was once again pushed to the forefront.

Ye Fan didn't care about all this at all.

In the past three days, Ye Fan has not walked out of the gem gua at a glance and has been quietly retreating, pursuing martial arts, pursuing Taoism, and thinking about ways to use holy power to break the magical powers.

Not only him, but no one from Xuanwu Sect has walked out of the palace in the past three days. This competition has touched them a lot. Zhang Taiyi, Shen Tu and others have gained a lot and have been in seclusion to digest some of the insights from the competition.

It can be said that for them, this is a qualitative transformation, and being able to compete with geniuses from major states is a gain in itself.

Three days passed in a flash. Early on the fourth morning, Ye Fan walked out of his room, his whole body was introverted, like an ordinary person, and the eyes of Chen Ximen and Wang Qingshan were shining brightly.

They were all surprised by Ye Fan's changes. Although there was no obvious breakthrough, they gave them a different feeling, as if Ye Fan had experienced a completely reborn change.

"Elder Wang, Elder Chen."

Ye Fan greeted the two with a smile, with a relaxed and calm expression, as if he didn't care about the upcoming cruel competition at all.

"Let's go!"

Wang Qingshan and Shen Ximen said nothing, and took Ye Fan and others to the stadium.

Although Ye Fan was only participating in the competition, the Xuanwu Sect and Jubao Pavilion followed him to witness this important competition and cheer for Ye Fan.

Early in the morning, the entire square was filled with people, and monks from various states and regions rushed over, including some ordinary small vendors.

At first glance, the entire square was covered with dark heads.

Today is the semi-finals. Although there are only two games, it is definitely more exciting than any previous game. People are looking forward to seeing who can finally reach the final.

Qingzi's call is the highest!

In the last game, the Holy Son of Lingzhuang broke through at the last match and finally lost to Qingzi.

Qingzi has already become a charity to stabilize the monks of the same realm.

The least favored one is naturally Ye Fan, his realm is too low.

In the eyes of many people, if Prince Jueluo had not insisted on fighting with Ye Fan in the eight-to-four game, he would have beaten him long ago, and he would have been lucky enough to enter the top four!

Outside the crowd, Qingzi surrounded Qingzi like a moon, and everyone automatically made way for him.

Although Qingzi is very young, she has already had the style of a king. Many people feel an invisible pressure when they pass by!

Such a genius from the Southern Region has made the geniuses who come to watch the game in other regions feel a little uneasy. There is no doubt that in the near future, they will definitely have a battle, and such a strong opponent is something that no one wants to encounter.

At this moment, Ye Fan also came. From a distance, his eyes collided with Qingzi. A strong murderous intent erupted, making the people around him feel that the temperature dropped sharply.

Unconsciously, people also gave up a passage for Ye Fan, allowing him to enter the waiting area and wait for the competition.

Everyone is looking forward to whether Ye Fan will run into Qingzi in this game.

Once it hits, it will be a tragic battle. Qingzi will definitely kill Ye Fan in the most cruel way.

"Hey!"

Qingzi sneered with murderous intent, and then stopped looking at Ye Fan. It felt as if Ye Fan was already fish on the chopping board and could be slaughtered by him.

He focused on the ancient sage son and Feng Feiyang.

The Four Kings and One Lord, although it is just a title. But for any young genius, this is a supreme honor, showing his strength and status among the young generation in the Southern Region.

Qingzi is very utilitarian. Although Ye Fan has a grudge against him to kill his father and his wife, he does not want to kill Ye Fan to lose the last chance to stabilize himself.

Although Qingzi stopped looking at Ye Fan, the other people in the Qing family were all furious, and fire could almost ejaculate from their eyes.

Soon, the Feng family in Xuanzhou also surrounded by a cold iron battle suit and Feng Feiyang came to the waiting area with a grimace mask.

After three days of cultivation, Feng Feiyang completely recovered, and there was no sign of serious injury at all, making him look particularly mysterious.

Accompanied by the Holy Lord of the Feng family, many strong men from the Feng family came and paid close attention to the game. Although it was a foregone conclusion as the Four Kings, they still wanted to fight for it to see how far Feng Feiyang could go!

After Feng Feiyang arrived, the people from the ancient holy land also entered the waiting area with the ancient holy son Gu Hao!

"Who do you think the Ye surnamed will meet this time?" A monk asked everyone in a loud voice not far from Ye Fan.

"Tsk, then who knows? They are all randomly selected, and no one can say it until the moment of the last announcement!"

"That's right, no one can answer you if you ask this!"

The monk was disgusted and shut up in embarrassment. He seemed to want to raise a topic and let everyone talk about it, but he ended up making it boring.

Ye Fan smiled and said that there were many good people everywhere. They obviously had nothing to do with him, but they were particularly enthusiastic.

To put it nicely, this kind of person is kind-hearted, but to put it bluntly, he looks for a sucking type.

when!

A melodious bell rang, and the two vice presidents, Long Jinghu, walked onto the arena, looked at the spectacular scene of the crowds of people in the square, and nodded with satisfaction.

As for the competition, it is lively to watch it. The more people watch the competition, the more meaningful the competition will be. Otherwise, no one who watches the competition will be more competitive?

After saying a few scenes, the two vice presidents immediately began to group. There were only two semi-finals, and the chances were equal. The two were also drawn by the two to determine who was in the same group with whom.

Soon, the information of the grouping came out, Feng Feiyang, the strongest successor of the Feng family, fought against Qingzi, and the ancient sage son Gu Hao fought against Ye Fan!

The first game was a match between the ancient saint son and Ye Fan. People's emotions were immediately ignited, and they all guessed how long Ye Fan could last in the hands of the ancient saint son.

"You can bet on the bet at the opening, from one move to one stick of incense, come and verify your guess!"

Before the game started, someone set up a bet, which was clearly unfavorable to Jubao Pavilion.

Because, just three days ago, after the eight-to-four game, Ya Ling adjusted Ye Fan's odds to a level second only to Qingzi, which was lower than that of the ancient sage, which surprised everyone.

The bet on the opening market was a middle-aged monk who looked very smart, with a sharp-mouthed and monkey cheek, and was shouting his own rules hard.

Judging from this odds, he was not optimistic about Ye Fan, thinking that Ye Fan could not support more than one stick of incense stick.

"Hehe, this old guy is looking for trouble!"

The white-eyed wolf rolled his eyes and quietly came to Tong Qianchen and Shen Tu, whispering: "You two go buy it, just buy Ye Xiaozi to win. I guarantee you can make a fortune. Do you dare to go?"

Shen Tu glanced at the white-eyed wolf in confusion, and his heart moved, but he hesitated again when he said this from the white-eyed wolf.

During this period, he had a fierce fight with the ungrateful wolf, and knew that this guy was unreliable to speak. If he was cheated by him, he would cry without any place.

"I'll go!"

Just as Shen Tu was hesitating, Tong Qianchen had already stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed and monkey cheeks with a decisive look on his face.

"Boy, you are really unpromising. I originally wanted to take care of you, but that little girl took the lead. But you still have time to go now, so go quickly!" The white-eyed wolf glanced at Tong Qianchen in surprise and urged Shen Tu to go and bet quickly.

"Okay, I'll believe you this time, but if you cheat me, we won't finish it!" Shen Tu said as he chased Tong Qianchen.

"Tsk, I'm not finished with me? You can beat me and say this before you say this!"

The ungrateful wolf curled his lips. He didn't even bit Shen Tu into the sky and the earth? In the end, he just took out the treasure?

Soon, Tong Qianchen came to the middle-aged monk and asked, "If you bet Ye Fan to win, what is the odds?"

"What? Someone bet him to win?"

"There are too many spirit stones that have no place to throw away?"

"Miss, don't be impulsive. You can still hear a sound when throwing the spirit stone in the water. The one named Ye, who is not even a sound when you win."

When they heard that someone was going to beg Ye Fan to win, the people around them were shocked, and then they advised Tong Qianchen to consider it and not be impulsive.

"Little girl, do you really want to bet the one named Ye Ying?"

The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek looked at Tong Qianchen suspiciously and confirmed.

"That's right, just say what the odds are, right?" Tong Qianchen said expressionlessly.

"One compensation of ten!"

The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks gritted his teeth and reported the odds of Ye Fan's victory.

Wow!

Tong Qianchen shook his hand and poured out hundreds of kilograms of spirit stones from the space bag. The quality was mixed. If all of them were converted into top-quality spirit stones, it was about ten kilograms, which was already a lot.

"These are my bets. If it is converted into the top-quality spirit stone, it looks like eleven or two pounds. I will just treat it as ten pounds and beat Ye Fan to win all!"

Tong Qianchen said in a deep voice, with a decisive tone!

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