Then Long Bufan hurriedly helped Raymond to Ling Yan and Long Yunfei, who had also come to the side of the arena, and took out some medicine from his storage bag and applied it on the wound to stop the bleeding. But at this time, Raymond was already groggy, and his consciousness was beginning to blur. He needed immediate medical attention.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Feng suddenly shouted, "He hasn't admitted defeat, you can't take him down!"
Long Bufan turned around, glaring at Yang Feng, and said coldly, "If you dare to touch my brother, I don't mind killing you now!" A strong murderous aura quietly condensed around him.
"Long Bufan, do you know what you have done wrong!" At this time, the referee, Elder Yang, walked up to Long Bufan and questioned him sternly.
Long Bufan smiled coldly and asked in reply, "Raymond has already lost in this battle. Could it be that you can't see it? You don't want to stop him?! "
Elder Yang looked indifferent, and said solemnly, "He is still conscious, he is still in the arena, and has not admitted defeat, so the match has to continue."
"That's right, I'm going to beat him until he admits defeat." Yang Feng smiled complacently, with a contemptuous look on his face.
Long Bufan didn't pay any attention to the referee, Elder Yang. He didn't know that Elder Yang's real identity was related to Yang Feng by blood. He looked at Yang Feng with cold eyes and provoked in a cold voice, "Bastard, haven't you always hated me? Do you dare to have a life and death match today? "
Yang Feng had wanted to use this Sect Tournament to torture Long Bufan, so he specially prepared a weapon inscribed with gravity runes. However, now that he heard Long Bufan deliver himself to his doorstep, and heard him call him a bastard, his facial muscles could not help but twitch a few times, and he grinned, "I accept your challenge."
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"No, this is not in accordance with the rules of the Sect Tournament, it must be decided by drawing lots..." As the referee, Elder Yang frowned and reprimanded.
"Challenge! Challenge! Challenge … "
At this moment, thunderous shouts rang out from the audience. Elder Yang's rejection was immediately drowned out by the mighty excitement of the crowd. The originally dull and boring competition suddenly had a change.
"Respected Elder, please allow the two of us to exchange pointers on this stage." Yang Feng walked to the edge of the stage, bowed slightly to the Deacon Elder, and said respectfully.
In terms of seniority in the family, Yang Feng had to respectfully address this person as Great Uncle.
The Deacon Elder had personally nurtured Yang Feng since he was young, so he was naturally confident in Yang Feng's strength. However, half a year ago, their Yang Family's heirloom had been stolen by Long Bufan. The Deacon Elder knew about this matter and it had become Yang Feng's inner demon.
On the path of martial artists, the thing they feared the most was heart demons. If one's heart was not at ease, their meridians would not flow smoothly, which would affect their future cultivation. And at this moment, there was a chance for Yang Feng to get rid of his heart demons. As Yang Feng's ancestor, the Deacon Elder would naturally be biased towards him.
As the Deacon Elder, all the rules of the arena were set by him. The Deacon Elder did not need to ask the Lord for permission, and had the right to decide whether Long Bufan and Yang Feng could fight in the arena.
The Deacon Elder's eyes were gloomy, and he said solemnly, "Well, since the two of you have no problem, and coupled with the enthusiastic response of the audience, I will make an exception and allow you to exchange pointers once.
"Boss really wants to have a life and death battle with Yang Feng?" Lin Yan swallowed his saliva, nervously looking at the arena.
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