The students in the stands were stunned by Chu Zhongyuan's words. Zhao Fanxiang and Lin Nuannuan looked at each other, and their eyes were full of anxiety.

Although Lin Nuannuan was a little stupid, she also realized that she understood Chu Zhongyuan's sinister intentions.

Han Wenshi was silent for a while, as if he had known Fang Cheng for the first time. Unexpectedly, his friends who were usually silent were so generous. He looked at Huang Xiuguang and others for a few times, his eyes full of shock.

They didn't understand the situation, so they naturally believed Chu Zhongyuan's words.

The innocent students were silent for a while, then they shouted with passion: "Fang Cheng! Fang Cheng!"

Chu Zhongyuan's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he felt relaxed. Next, it was Fang Cheng's time.

Even if Fang Cheng loses, it has nothing to do with him or Yunda Martial Arts Society.

Besides, Fang Cheng did not come to the locker room to change his clothes. Whether he is in this martial arts hall is a problem.

Chu Zhongyuan handed the microphone to the yellow referee, walked off the arena and returned to his position.

"Hu, Hu."

Tan An's face was red with blood. Others didn't know Fang Cheng's name, so how could he not know?

In the Little Pearl Cup martial arts competition, it was this person who defeated him hard.

But even so, where does this place place Tan Tan if he makes such a big talk?

Tan An was angry and stepped forward to snatch the yellow referee's microphone and said angrily: "Fang Cheng! You are too arrogant! Come down and fight me!"

He seemed to have forgotten his provocation and disdain.

Everyone cheered, the crowd was excited, and cheers filled the entire venue.

Looking at Tan An who lost his demeanor on the ring, Yunda students felt a sense of excitement and trembling all over their bodies.

Aren't you arrogant?

Our Yunda has a more powerful and domineering person than you.

"Help me hold my phone."

Fang Cheng looked calm and sat in his seat. He took out his cell phone from his left trouser pocket, and then stacked the meal card and other items on the cell phone on his right trouser pocket and handed it to Lin Nuannuan.

Lin Nuannuan was still thinking, and hurriedly nodded, took Fang Cheng's cell phone and placed it on her legs.

"Bang."

Fang Cheng burst out with great force with his right foot, and his body soared over the railing!

Jump down from the stands!

Immediately after, I tapped the ground with my toes, and in two steps, I crossed more than ten meters away, with my left foot on the edge of the ring.

The cheers weakened, and a figure jumped down from the stands, flashed a few times, and stood on the ring like flying, walking towards the center step by step.

Chu Zhongyuan was stunned under the ring, his eyes full of confusion.

I can't even do such a quick move, Fang Cheng...has he used some high-tech auxiliary machinery?

He looked Fang Cheng carefully again, but found nothing. He turned his head to look at Chen Wenting with confusion.

I was confused when I saw my girlfriend.

The voice in the stands was completely quiet, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the figures on the ring.

Why are you still wearing a long lilac trench coat?

Some of the students frowned and were shocked and confused.

In martial arts competitions, you have to wear martial arts uniforms. How can you resist the violent explosion of force in normal clothes?

Tan An's eyes turned red in the blood, and he said hoarsely:

"Fang Cheng, what do you mean?"

Fang Cheng smiled faintly. He wanted to explain, but then he thought about why he needed to explain. Anyway, he was about to win three and win.

He no longer needs to pretend to be low-key.

He glanced at Chu Zhongyuan, who looked ugly in the audience, and felt like a funny clown.

Last semester, he was still a noble martial arts genius, and he was also an arrogant figure in Yundaoyun, but now... the gap between the two is too big.

A nineteen-year-old professional-level middle class, and a twenty-one-year-old amateur-level high class, seems to be a difference between a dragon and a snake.

Fang Cheng's thoughts were changing, so he was not interested in pursuing Chu Zhongyuan's vicious intentions, which was too boring.

His eyes turned to the yellow referee.

"Let's get started."

The yellow-clad referee's eyes were fixed, and he was a little unsure whether Fang Cheng was really confident to win the game with one person, but it was his duty to host the game.

He took the microphone from Tan An's hand and said:

"The second...the third game, Tan An vs. Fang Cheng, one minute of dialogue."

While speaking, he suddenly realized that Liu Wu from the Martial Arts Club of Yunhai University also abstained from the power and gave up. This was the third game.

Tan An stared at Fang Cheng coldly. He didn't say anything, just to hold the anger in his heart and break out when the war broke out later!

At that time, the momentum of the tiger descending the mountain will be even more fierce and unparalleled.

Fang Cheng stood in the center of the ring with bright eyes.

This is no better than the Little Mingzhu Cup Martial Arts Competition. This is Yunhai University, and tens of thousands of classmates are watching him.

This is Yunda’s home court, with friends, classmates, teachers and roommates among the audience.

His blood was so hot that he wanted to show Yun Da’s invincible style!

After thinking for a while, Fang Cheng raised his right hand, stretched out three fingers, shook at Tan An, and raised his right hand high, so that the students at the audience could see clearly.

"What is he doing?"

"Yes, Fang Cheng? What are you doing with three fingers?"

He started to talk softly in the stands.

The sharp-eyed students saw Fang Cheng's movements clearly: he raised three fingers.

Tan An narrowed his eyes and was unmoved, although he didn't know what Fang Cheng meant.

The yellow-clothed referee pinched the stopwatch and shouted:

"start!"

Tan An's eyes were cold. He thought about the humiliation in front of Yu Xiu that day, the champion who passed by that day, the slightest mistake that day, and felt the anger at this moment, and he completely exploded.

Bang bang.

The body flashed rapidly, like a wild tiger pounced on and hunted!

In the stands, the sound disappeared instantly, staring at the ring with breath. Although most people didn't really believe that there would be a miracle, they couldn't help but look forward to it.

Fang Cheng remained motionless.

Chu Zhongyuan's eyes showed joy, as if he had seen the scene where Fang Cheng was about to be knocked away.

Getting closer.

Two meters.

One meter.

The people holding their breath in the stands widened their eyes, not understanding that Fang Cheng and He Dai stood still, feeling disappointed, despaired, and anger were about to burst out together.

With a bang.

Fang Cheng raised his right fist and made a simple punch.

Tan An sneered on his face, and with his two tiger claws down the mountain, he slashed hard. Before he could think about it, he felt a huge force coming.

He was almost knocked away!

Tan An looked shocked, and no longer had a calm look, he had to stabilize his body and fight back.

Fang Cheng whipped another whip, and Tan An put his hands on his right waist and raised his knees again, but his unsparkled defense still couldn't stop the huge waves.

With a bang.

Tan An staggered.

Fang Cheng grabbed a step forward, pressed his left palm against Tan An's chest in the air, and sucked and vomited forcefully.

“…”

Before the yellow-clad referee could react, he moved his body and wanted to stop Fang Cheng's offensive. The situation was very clear: Fang Cheng had already won!

A muffled sound rang out, and Tan An fell backwards.

Plop!

He fell to the ground.

After a while, he looked at Fang Cheng in shock and didn't react.

How long has it been?

In just two months, Fang Cheng made a breakthrough again? A professional-level mid-level warrior?

Immediately afterwards, he remembered Fang Cheng's actions just now: stretching out three fingers...

Is it heralding three tricks to solve yourself?

Tan An's face was distorted. He was unwilling to give up, but he could fall in the stands, which was even more embarrassing.

He supported the ring with one hand, and his figure rose and fell off the ring.

The yellow-clad referee shook his mind, and he was worried that Tan An would be seriously injured. Seeing Fang Cheng's skillful strength and did not really hurt Tan An, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is any injury in the ring, he will not stop it in time as the referee and will bear the main responsibility.

The yellow-clad referee showed his approval, stepped forward and raised Fang Cheng's arm high, and announced to the microphone:
Chapter completed!