Chen Jun shivered when he saw the smile on Ye Fan's mouth.

He shouted, "Ye Fan, catch it."

Rumble.

Chen Jun swung his fist, and the phantom of the Heavenly King behind him also swung his fist, with the movements consistent and shocking.

"Handsome."

"What a handsome guy, I must get this martial art." Ye Fan was so excited that he had made up his mind.

now.

The fist of the phantom of the Heavenly King fell down.

The fist was too big, like a small hill.

"Dragon Fist!"

Ye Fan was not vague and used his unique skills.

boom!

During the collision, the entire Zique Mountain seemed to be shaking, the earth cracked, the aftermath of the Qi rippled, and large buildings collapsed.

Flying sand and stones, vast.

"Dragon Fist!"

"Dragon Fist!"

"Dragon Fist!"

Ye Fan's three-match attack.

The phantom of the Heavenly King could no longer hold on and collapsed with a bang.

"puff!"

Chen Jun was struck by lightning and vomited blood and flew backwards.

When the heaven and earth returned to tranquility, everyone saw Chen Jun lying on the ground, Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.

The victory or defeat has been decided.

"I..." Chen Jun gritted his teeth and finally said two words unwillingly: "I lost!"

"Swish swish swish swish."

Three silver needles were inserted into Chen Jun's body.

"Ye Fan, you..."

"Don't talk."

Ye Fan's face was solemn and he used his medical skills to relieve Chen Jun's injuries.

Murong Xi and others also arrived.

After a moment, Chen Jun's face improved a lot and his injuries had stabilized. He was surprised again, "Ye Fan, do you still know medical skills?"

“Overall.”

Ye Fan smiled and comforted: "You are very strong. The unique skill of the Heavenly King Phantom is enough for you to challenge more than you. If you are the second level of the ordinary realm, you may be injured."

"You have just mastered it and are not familiar with it. When you consolidate it, your power will be improved a lot. It will be difficult for me to break it."

Chen Jun sighed, "You don't need to comfort me. If you lose, you will lose. I, Chen Jun, are not someone who can't afford to lose."

"Hahaha." Murong Xi smiled and said, "This is the real hero. We were really eye-opening just now."

"Brother Ye, Brother Chen, let's go up and sit."

"You guys keep going."

Next, there were also many dragons and tigers fighting.

King Xiaowu, Li Kai, Wu Qingyang, Feng Han, Zhuang Siyuan and others all went to the battlefield, but they were all simple to compete, unlike Chen Jun and Ye Fan who used their unique skills to fight.

Finally, the ranking came out.

Ye Fan deserves the best, and no one dares to challenge him.

Chen Jun was injured, but his unique skills of "The Phantom of the Heavenly King" won him enough respect and ranked second.

The third is King Xiaowu.

Murong Xi said: "Congratulations to the three fellow Taoists for being ranked among the top three. This is the gift I have prepared for you."

A top-grade martial art is a boxing technique called Sun Fist.

A five hundred-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum is a precious medicine that can nourish the body and is very attractive to warriors.

Finally, there is a sword, which is of rare material and very precious.

As the champion, Ye Fan was qualified to allocate three prizes. He handed the sword to King Xiaowu, handed the blood Ganoderma lucidum to Chen Jun, and took the martial arts Sun Fist himself.

This distribution is very appropriate, and Chen Jun and Xiao Wu have no objection.

"Other fellow Taoists also have some small gifts."

Murong Xi waved his hand and the maid gave him a treasure.

"Young Master, you suddenly held a hero meeting and prepared such a rich and precious prize. There must be something important."

Everyone's eyes gathered.

Murong Xi did not shyly, nodded straightforwardly, and said, "Indeed, there is one thing that I would like to ask all fellow Taoists for help."
Chapter completed!