"What, he wants to challenge all the remaining players. It's so incredible and crazy."

"Damn, is he crazy?"

——For a moment, countless people were shocked and the scene was in an uproar.

All his eyes fell on Lin Feng, and he felt that he was crazy. There were more than 30 players left, including the top three favorites who won the championship, and he wanted to challenge them one by one.

How is this possible?

Especially, when everyone saw the four words "first-level heavy-pressure" on Lin Feng's chest, they were all stunned, and then laughed unscrupulously.

A weak chicken with first-level pressure will challenge more than 30 top Western experts?

Is this a quarrel?

Especially the people in the West, they felt that Lin Feng was here to make fun of it without any concealment.

Most of the powerful people in the East did not know Lin Feng's identity. When they saw his identity nameplate, they felt that it was inappropriate. This was a suicide challenge and they called him down one after another.

"Ask yourself and your subordinates, are you here to make fun of it?

Haha, even if you know that there is no hope for this martial arts conference, you can’t mess around like this.”

"If it spreads, it will make the whole world laugh."

A thin old man in the West smiled.

Qiu himself glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "I don't think this is a joke."

He knew Lin Feng's identity, knew his strength and terribleness, and his ability to tie the god-level Tianlang, swept through a group of top-notch masters, which was too easy and casual.

"well.

I heard that people in the East want to be honest and are very good at pretending to be thirteen. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation.

I admire you."

A Western director mocked.

"Hmph, you Western players will be beaten to cry and look for your mother later, don't cry."

Miss Nine sneered.

"Rareless, let me speak, how can you, a guard, interject here?"

The lean old man in the West shouted majesticly, and an invisible terrible aura spread, causing the Ninth Girl to shake, as if she fell into an ice cellar, and her face changed drastically.

"Director Charle, my guard is young and ignorant, please don't bother with him."

As soon as I shook my body, I quietly broke the momentum of Director Charles.

Then, he looked at Miss Ninth and said, "I won't retreat yet."

"yes."

Miss Nine nodded.

He looked at Director Char and others and said, "Several directors, this matter is very important, and we need to discuss it."

"Ha ha.

Please."

At present, I would like to discuss with the three directors.

One of the three directors came from the Hidden Sect, and the other two came from the people. They did not know Lin Feng's identity and strongly opposed it.

"Three, I can't say anything more, but please believe my choice."

Seek yourself and firmly.

"My lord, although you represent the country, it is related to the interests of our East. It is not a joke. Please think twice."

"A young boy with a first-level heavy pressure will challenge more than 30 masters of the same level. This is simply impossible to accomplish.

Besides, since the World Martial Arts Conference, no one has ever done it to the end, and I firmly disagree.”

An old man from Hidden Sect said.

The three chairman firmly opposed it and did not say anything more to ask for it, but said nothing directly.

“I am the chairman and have the right to decide.

This matter is decided."

He said domineeringly.

"Please think clearly.

This is the World Martial Arts Conference. If this kid fails, it will bring us an unimaginable blow - you can't afford this responsibility."

An old man from the folk said angrily.

"I will bear all responsibilities."

Finally, we must make a decision and decide on the challenge.

"Please ask yourself to do things, don't think about it again?

Even if you want to make a desperate bet, you still have to find a decent person to come over. Just a young man with a first-level heavy pressure. Haha, do you want to get a lunch box home early to avoid embarrassing people here?”

Director Charl said unceremoniously.

He glanced at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense, announce it."

Now, someone announced.

“The Wood Wind Challenge takes effect.”

"The challenge began, the central battle platform, the players who had not participated in the war in the West fought in the form of wheel battles--" One powerful martial arts man in the East was shocked, all of whom were shocked, and very anxious.

They can't understand how they would agree to such a suicide challenge?

"Brother Mu Feng is a little arrogant."

"Oh my God, there are more than 30 Western masters, and three of them are popular for winning the championship. Now it's over."

Even Wang Xiaocong, who has always supported Lin Feng, feels that there is no chance.

However, Wang Xiaoyu blindly worships Mu Feng and cheers him on.

"Brother Mu Feng, he is the most powerful. He will definitely be able to sweep these Western eggs and exalt my power in the East."

——Lin Feng slowly stepped onto the central battle platform, carried his hands on his back, glanced at the Western powers, and said lightly: "Cough cough.

How many numbers should be? Be more conscious and get up and die quickly. Don’t waste time!”

"Damn it, a first-level heavy pressure boy, who is so fucking capable of pretending. He makes people feel itchy. I really want to slap him to death."

The Western powers were so angry that they gritted their teeth secretly, wishing they could rush up and kill him.

"how?

Are you scared by my supreme domineering spirit and dare not come on stage?”

Lin Feng carried his hands on his back and smiled with his "illusion" look. He looked bad and smiled very badly. In this way, the Western powers mistakenly thought they looked down on them, and they were all angry.

“That’s right.

I just look down on you.

If you have the will, go to the stage and fight to the death.

No, this is wrong, you are not my opponent."

Lin Feng shouted again seriously.

"Damn it, this pussy is really unbearable.

Don't stop me, I'm going up and fucking him to death."

Someone from the audience was so angry that he was going to slaughter Lin Feng.

This is a white fat man with a low figure but extremely fat body, fair skin, like a big white bear, weighing more than 400 pounds, and is very bulky.

He climbed to the central battle platform step by step, but without taking a step, his lungs trembled all over his body and the earth shook.

This is a sumo wrestler from Green League.

The Green League originally belonged to the Eastern camp, but later it rebelled and defected to the West, becoming a dog of the Western powers.

"Mad, the Green League lackey, is the first to go to heaven. It's really a dog who remains unchanged and should be punished."

Someone gritted his teeth and scolded in the Eastern camp.

Back then, the Green League betrayed at a critical moment and gave Dongfang a heavy blow, causing Dongfang's vitality to be seriously injured and countless casualties. This hatred has never been eliminated.

"This bastard is named Murakami Kuroji. He is the first in the Green League sumo wrestling world. He has mastered ancient sumo wrestling techniques. Although he is big, he is extremely difficult to deal with. Once he is bound by him in close proximity, it will be a catastrophic destruction."

Someone recognized the fat white man and said with a serious expression.

——Lin Feng looked at Murakami Xiong Er, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Hey, fat white, don't worry, one level and one level, grandpa is waiting for you here?"

"Baga, damn it!"
To be continued...