After more than ten years on the mountain, you will become invincible when you come down.

"Lu Feng, don't be too proud. Next time, you won't get a bye. Don't beg for mercy then!" Fan Jian said in a deep voice.

"Hmph! If you meet me, I will beat the shit out of you and show you how powerful my fists are!" Zheng Qian snorted coldly.

"Two of you, are you thinking too early? You have to beat each other down first. Don't cry when you are eliminated, let alone fight me. You won't even be qualified..." Lu Feng said .

"You! Huh... just wait!" Fan Jian snorted coldly.

Lu Feng's words struck a chord in his heart. The most important thing now was to knock Zheng Qian down first.

Zheng Qian looked at Fan Jian at this time, also full of hostility, because at this time the two of them were the real enemies...

Only by defeating the other party can they enter the finals, and neither of them looks down on Lu Feng and does not regard Lu Feng as their opponent...

Therefore, they pay more attention to this game. If they win this game, they will have half a foot in the position of the Holy Son...

After the two of them came on stage, the hostility in their eyes was evident...

"Fan Jian, you are no match for me. Surrender and don't block my position as the Holy Son!" Zheng Qian said in a deep voice.

"Zheng Qian, who do you think you are? If you want to surrender, you must surrender. Do you think you are my opponent?" Fan Jian said coldly.

"If the two of us fight, we will both lose. When the time comes, that kid Lu Feng will be better off. Whatever you want, I can satisfy you. I will try my best to satisfy you. Let me retain my strength and beat up that Lu Feng..." Zheng Qian said.

"I want the position of Holy Son, will you give it to me?" Fan Jian sneered.

"Then there's nothing more to say, let's fight!" Zheng Qian said in a deep voice.

"Let's fight, whoever is afraid of whom!" Fan Jian said not to be outdone.

Before they finished speaking, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time. Fan Jian used a set of punches, and his punches generated wind; Zheng Qian responded with kicks, which were strong and powerful.

The two sides were going back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

It was wonderful on stage, but it was also tit-for-tat off stage...

"Third Elder, why don't we make a bet? I think the position of Holy Son belongs to none other than my family Zheng Qian..." said the Second Elder, stroking his beard.

"Although your Zheng Qian has a higher level of cultivation, his combat prowess is far from that of my Fan Jian. The position of Holy Son must belong to my Fan Jian, and your Zheng Qian cannot do it..." the third elder shot back.

"Hmph, since you think your Fan Jian can win the title of Holy Son, then I'll make a bet. What will happen if my family Zheng Qian wins the position of Holy Son?" the second elder snorted coldly.

"It's a competition, who is afraid of whom? The position of Holy Son must belong to my family Fan Jian. What if Fan Jian wins your Mahayana Pill and gives it to me?" said the third elder.

"Haha... You are really good at talking like a lion. There is only one Mahayana Pill. I kept it to prepare for the attack on the Mahayana realm..." the second elder sneered.

"That's why you don't dare to compete. Since you think you and Zheng Qian can win, then why do you care? It's yours after all, right?" said the third elder.

The second elder said in a deep voice for a while, "Okay, but I've taken a fancy to your bundle of immortal gods..."

"You know how to choose, the value of the Immortal Binding is higher than your Mahayana Pill..." said the third elder.

"You just say you should gamble or not? Aren't you very confident in your family, Fan Jian?" the second elder sneered.

"Just bet, who will lose and who will win, that's not necessarily the case!" said the third elder.

Elder Hong was sitting aside, and his heart became excited when he heard that he wanted to bind the Immortal Rope and the Mahayana Pill, both of which he wanted...

"You two, would you mind adding one more?" Elder Hong asked tentatively.

The second elder and the third elder looked at each other...

"Elder Hong, is it possible that you also want to participate in the bet? I don't know who you want to bet on to win?" The second elder asked doubtfully.

"Seeing you two bet makes me feel itchy. Since you are betting on your own disciples, although the young disciple Lu Feng is not talented, I am optimistic about him. I think that the position of the Holy Son must belong to Lu Feng!" Elder Hong said.

The second elder and the third elder wanted to laugh, and put Lu Feng in charge? This is simply a big injustice. Both of them saw smiles in each other's eyes...

"Since Elder Hong is so leisurely and elegant and wants to participate, let's make a bet together. I wonder what treasures Elder Hong has prepared?" said the third elder.

"You all know that I don't have many treasures. I have a resurrecting grass here, which can bring the recently deceased back to life. Of course, the soul is not counted. I wonder if it is okay?" Elder Hong said.

"Of course. In this case, whoever's disciple wins the position of Holy Son will take away three treasures..." the second elder said.

He originally only wanted the third elder's immortal rope, but here comes the resurrecting grass, so how could he not do it?

In the end, the three of them signed a bet, and they were all optimistic about their disciples...

Lu Feng listened to the three people's bet and was also frightened. These old guys have a lot of good things...

"Lu Feng, you have staked your fortune on the Resurrection Grass for your master. You have to fight for your strength and win the position of the Holy Son..." Elder Hong said.

"Then what's the benefit to me?" Lu Feng asked.

Elder Hong was stunned, "Isn't it a benefit for you to sit on the throne of the Holy Son?"

"I have no interest in the position of the Holy Son..." Lu Feng said.

Elder Hong was so angry that he had already signed the bet, but now he told him that he was not interested in the position of the Holy Son? Then wasn't this resurrecting grass given to me for free?

"Hahaha... Elder Hong must have made a mistake. It seems that your disciple doesn't want to give you face..." the second elder laughed.

"I think it's because he doesn't have the confidence himself. He says he's not interested, but in fact he's not strong enough..." the third elder mocked.

Lu Feng glared at the two of them and thought to himself, you two old guys don't get too proud too soon...

"Then what are you interested in?" Elder Hong asked.

"In this way, I have won the position of the Holy Son. If you give me the Resurrection Grass and you take away their treasures, you will not lose. How about it?" Lu Feng said straightforwardly.

Elder Hong gritted his teeth and had no choice. Lu Feng was trying to blackmail him for the Resurrection Grass...

"Okay, you have won the position of the Holy Son, and the Resurrection Grass will be given to you as a congratulatory gift!" Elder Hong said.

"Deal!" Lu Feng agreed readily.

"Hahaha... You two are also a joke. There is no shadow. If you have to negotiate terms here in a serious manner, I will laugh to death..." The second elder laughed.

"People are so confident that we can't help but let people fantasize about it, hahaha..." the third elder said with a smile.

At this moment, Fan Jian suddenly revealed a flaw. When Zheng Qian saw this, he felt happy and immediately kicked him over.

However, this is a trap set by Fan Jian. He ducked and then punched Zheng Qian in the stomach.

Zheng Qian was in pain and kept retreating.

Fan Jian took advantage of the situation and pursued him, attacking Zheng Qian with one punch after another.

"Bang bang bang..."

Fan Jian's powerful fists struck Zheng Qian one after another, leaving Zheng Qian unable to fight back.