"By you?" Looking at Meng Bufan, Gan Siyu had a sarcastic smile on his lips. He had just knocked Wang Yanfeng, who was at the peak of his late martial arts career, off the stage. He didn¡¯t understand why Meng Bufan, who was in his mid-stage martial arts career, would come on stage to seek humiliation. "I have immortal and unknown people under my command, please name them." Gan Siyu said lazily. Gan Siyu comes from another world outside the Three Realms - the City of Death. The overall strength of Dead City is stronger than that of Ancient Phoenix City, so when he came to Ancient Phoenix City for training, he naturally looked down on people from other places. Although he is at the peak of the late Martial God's cultivation, his strength is comparable to the first level human immortal. This was also the reason why he was able to quickly seriously injure Wang Yanfeng. "Well, I'll let you know clearly. My name is Meng Bufan. Remember my name so that you can take revenge on me in the next life." Meng Bufan showed no sign of weakness. He even defeated Mo Wuxie, who was at the fifth level of human immortality. Of course, he could ignore people like Gan Siyu. "Huh? Boy, you are quite crazy!" Gan Siyu was not angry on the surface. But in his heart, Meng Bufan was sentenced to death. Meng Bufan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "Stop talking nonsense, come on." In the back room of the ring, two pairs of eyes were staring at the two people on the ring. "King Fengxiang Wu, what's the suspense about this game? I really don't understand why this guy named Meng Bufan came on stage to die?" The speaker was Fengxiang's housekeeper Feng Xiaowu. He was in his fifties and still had a smile on his face. Sparse beard. He was not good-looking, and his martial arts cultivation was not high. He was only at the peak of Empress Wu's period, but he was Feng Xiang's confidant and his think tank. Fengxiang looks to be in his forties. "Whether it is in the Three Realms or in these small worlds outside the Three Realms, after reaching the realm of the God of War, a person's appearance changes extremely slowly. He looks like an old monster in his forties or maybe several thousand years old. Take Meng Bufan as an example. He was promoted to the God of War at the age of eighteen. In the next hundreds or even thousands of years, his appearance will basically not change much. Therefore, Fengxiang looks to be in his forties, but his real age is hard to say. On the surface, he appears to be elegant and courteous, and appears to be extremely affable. Feng Xiang shook his head: "Xiao Wu, you are right, there is no suspense in this game. But the result will be the other way around. This person named Meng Bufan is not much worse than me." Feng Xiao Wu was shocked. Fengxiang is the eighth level of the Martial King, while Meng Bufan looks to be in the middle stage of the Martial God level, which is far different from the Martial King Fengxiang. (The eighth level of the King of Martial Arts is equivalent to the eighth level of the Heavenly Palace.) However, immediately, Feng Xiaowu smiled sinisterly on his face: "The stronger the strength, the greater the help to us?" On the ring, Meng Bufan and Gan Siyu were already Take action. Because of his extreme contempt for Meng Bufan, Gan Siyu did not even use his own weapon, the Sky Rod. He punched hard. "Purple Lightning Fist" Gan Siyu let out a loud shout. He had used all his strength with this punch, and he planned to knock Meng Bufan off the stage with one punch. The power of Zidian Fist is not bad, but unfortunately he encountered Meng Bufan. A huge fist wrapped with purple lightning slammed into Meng Bufan. The fist was almost as big as Meng Bufan's body. It seemed that Meng Bufan had no way to hide. Under the ring, some people were already exclaiming. "Oh, another person is going to fall under Gan Siyu's Purple Lightning Fist." Since the start of the ring, countless warriors have been shot down by Gan Siyu and have been seriously injured. At this moment, because he was angry with Meng Bufan and provoked him with words, Gan Siyu had already made a killing move. He planned to kill Meng Bufan at once. Therefore, this fist is bigger than before. "Seeking death!" Meng Bufan shouted angrily. If Gan Siyu had not killed him, Meng Bufan might have spared his life. Now the two of them have no grievances, but they just disagree, and Gan Siyu plans to kill him. In this case, Meng Bufan no longer needs to hold back. Facing Gan Siyu¡¯s fist, Meng Bufan also punched out. Breaking mountains and rivers with fists! The secret of Yin! To deal with people like Gan Siyu, Meng Bufan couldn't afford to use magic techniques such as the Sky-Breaking Sword Skill and Spreading Beans into Soldiers. That was his trump card, and Meng Bufan would not use it unless absolutely necessary. To deal with Gan Siyu, crushing mountains and rivers is enough. Now that Meng Bufan has integrated the secret of Yin, his power is naturally extremely powerful. "Boom" a loud noise. The two fists met in the air. Gan Siyu¡¯s fist disappeared without a trace, and was instantly shattered by Meng Bufan¡¯s fist wind. Meng Bufan's fist continued to hit Gan Siyu's chest with great force. "Wow!" Gan Siyu's body suddenlyHe stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood while he was in mid-air. Moreover, his body was instantly frozen. "Plop" Gan Siyu's body drew a parabola, fell heavily to the ground, and suddenly turned into a pile of ice chips. The pile of red ice chips piled on the ground looked extremely dazzling. "Huh?" There were waves of exclamations on and off the stage. They couldn't believe their eyes. The arena was set up for three days in total. From the first day, Gan Siyu dominated the arena and no one could shake him. But now, this young man named Meng Bufan beat Gan Siyu into ice flakes with one punch. What kind of strength is this? Some viewers¡¯ jaws dropped. There are also many King Wu in the audience watching the battle. Some warriors at the first and second levels of the Martial King were secretly frightened. Even if they met Meng Bufan, they might not be able to defeat him. For a moment, the people in the audience were asking each other where this young man named Meng Bufan came from and how he could have such terrifying fighting power. It can be said that Meng Bufan became a blockbuster when he appeared in Ancient Fengcheng. The name Meng Bufan was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present. On the ring, Wu Wang Fengxiang hesitated for a moment, and he slowly said to Feng Xiaowu beside him: "Such a person is too strong, and we may not be able to control him. During the expedition, I can't go with him, for fear that there will be no one We can restrain him. Don't let us make a wedding dress for him then." Feng Xiaowu frowned and pondered for a while before returning: "King Wu, don't worry, I have a way to control him." "Ahem. "Meng Bufan deliberately coughed twice. It doesn¡¯t matter that he is standing alone in the ring now, receiving all the attention. But standing alone on stage all the time is not an option. This is the only way he can attract the organizer's attention. A butler with a sparse beard came out from behind the ring. With a smile on his face, he said to Meng Bufan: "Feng Xiaowu, congratulations to Master Meng. The time for the ring match is almost almost up, and you showed such tyranny. After gaining strength, it is estimated that no one will come up to challenge you." Then he said loudly to the audience: "This competition is over. The blood of Gu Feng belongs to this hero. Now please leave." Feng Xiaowu guided Meng Bufan to the back room of the arena.