Cosmic Invincible Loading System

"No, how do you know that the Ji family has staked tens of millions?"

People can see the odds, but shouldn't they see the amount bet by the bettor?

"You forgot? I'm the daughter of the city lord, how can such a thing stumped me?" Peng Sichan was a little proud.

The Haicheng Xinghai event was originally in charge of Peng Tianhong, and it would be easier for Peng Sichan to know this information.

It's just that the Ji family is betting tens of millions for what is this going to do?

Do they think that Ji Yunlong will definitely win 100%?

"Don't worry, I will tell the Ji family today that there is a difference between conceit and self-confidence."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Fan directly gave himself four million star coins.

…

The arena was already boiling at this time.

Qi Fan and Ji Yunlong went on the court separately, waiting for the game to officially start.

"I heard that your close-up strength is good, you should have practiced the martial arts of body refining, right?" Ji Yunlong looked at Qi Fan and said first.

Qi Fan did not speak.

"It just so happens that I am also a martial artist of body refinement. How about we compare who is stronger in melee combat?"

Ji Yunlong was very confident, and even looked at each other with disdain in his eyes.

Qi Fan suddenly widened his eyes.

No way?

Want to fight me in close combat?

And this kind of idiot?

"How do you want to compare?" Qi Fan smiled.

"It's very simple, we don't use other martial arts, just hand-to-hand combat, what do you think?" Ji Yunlong stood with his hands behind his back and raised his head.

Qi Fan almost burst out laughing.

Hand to hand combat? you sure?

Seeing that Qi Fan did not speak, Ji Yunlong thought that the other party was afraid.

"Of course, if you don't dare, there's nothing. After all, this is a game, and there are no rules."

"Dare! Why don't you dare? That's what you said?" Qi Fan responded quickly, for fear that the other party would go back on his words.

"Yes, I said that." Ji Yunlong nodded.

He knew that this Qi Fan was somewhat capable, and he had seen his previous games, knowing that the opponent's physical strength was very strong, and he did not dare to be too careless.

Because several previous players were directly knocked out by him with his powerful physical strength.

However, the reason why Ji Yunlong wanted to compete with him in a hand-to-hand battle was not due to lack of consideration.

After the group stage is over, he will face the real masters, maybe the masters from the previous star list.

Therefore, he wants to save star power so that he can save enough strength.

As for Qi Fan...

He thought that the other party was joking.

I pretend to be a bully, ignoring all physical damage of opponents in the same realm, and at the same level, 100% of all physical damage is rebounded, am I afraid of you?

Later, if Lao Tzu has a hint of cowardice, then Lao Tzu will not be called a pretending king.

…

"Although that Qi Fan is strong, he cannot be Ji Yunlong's opponent."

On the audience stage, everyone has already started talking.

"Ji Yunlong was the fourth-ranked player on the star list last year, and he is destined to be unable to stop in the group stage."

"According to my observation and understanding these days, that Qi Fan is a seventh-level warrior of Xingyuan, with strong melee strength. If you guess correctly, he should be a master of body refinement. But don't forget, Ji Yunlong is also a master of body refinement. , and he has already reached the tenth level of Xingyuan. No matter how you look at it, Ji Yunlong has no reason to lose."

"Let's talk nonsense, the 41-to-1 odds say it all."

"The probability of Xingyuan level seven defeating Xingyuan level ten is less than 1%, so there is no suspense in this game."

"For those of us who gamble, this is the welfare bureau."

This is like a football match, Brazil versus the national football team, the only thing to watch is how many points Brazil can win.

Ai Lulu was sitting on the audience stage, listening to the discussions of the people around her, she had a feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Where have you seen this scene?

Where have you heard these words?

It is impossible for Xingyuan level seven to defeat Xingyuan level ten?

So do you think that the fourth-level Xingyuan can defeat the eighth-level monster?

Others don't know, but she knows that even Ao Kang of Xinghai Realm was killed by Qi Fan, let alone a little Ji Yunlong.

"Lulu, do you think Qi Fan can win?" Ai Yiyi, who was sitting beside her, couldn't help but wonder.

"Of course, with the strength of my brother-in-law, it is appropriate to win the first place on the star list." Ai Lulu replied directly without thinking.

"I found that you seem to be very confident in Qifan? Your little girl will not be drugged by him, right?" Aiyi glanced at her sideways.

"No way, I'm just stating a fact."

"But he only has the seventh level of Xingyuan."

"That brother-in-law can't possibly lose."

Ai Lulu has seen Qi Fan create too many miracles, and she even knows that Qi Fan is not only a warrior, but also an ability user, and her shadow fire clone is directly taught by Qi Fan.

However, she did not tell Aiyi directly, only that Qi Fan happened to know a supernatural technique.

This is a little secret between her and her brother-in-law.

Moreover, after the incident of Ao Kang, Ai Lulu no longer had any doubts about Zifan.

Even if Qi Fan said one day that the earth was square, she would still believe it.

"Okay, I'm going to see how powerful this guy is today!" Aiyiyi said.

From the first time we met, only Xingyuan was at the first level, so she didn't even bother to look at Qi Fan.

As of today, after only two weeks or so, he has already cultivated to the seventh level of Xingyuan.

For Aiyi, this is a miracle in itself.

If it wasn't for the purity of his star power that had been tested at Ai's house last time, she must have suspected that this guy had practiced some kind of extreme technique.

…

On the stand of a certain VIP room, Peng Tianhong looked at the two people in the field.

"Xiaochan, do you think Qi Fan can win?"

Peng Sichan was wearing a sports suit with a ponytail, staring at Qi Fan in the arena, nodding forcefully.

"Well, I believe he will not lose to Ji Yunlong."

Peng Sichan's attitude towards her father has changed a lot in the past few days, which is also due to Qi Fan's credit.

Qi Fan felt that the reason why Peng Sichan was rebellious was because his mother died early and his father had no time to accompany him.

From a lawless little sister to a good girl in just over a week, Peng Tianhong is very grateful to Qi Fan.

Even, he is willing to increase his salary, hoping that Qi Fan can continue to serve as Peng Sichan's private teacher.

But Qi Fan finally refused.

You know, Peng Tianhong didn't expect such a result at the beginning, but now it has completely exceeded his expectations.

Even, he wondered if his daughter liked that kid?

"However, he is only at the seventh level of Xingyuan, and Ji Yunlong was already a master of Xingyuan at the tenth level last year. I think it is very difficult for Qi Fan to win, and he must have unexpected means."

"Humph! What happened to the tenth level of Xingyuan? Is the tenth level of Xingyuan great?" Peng Sichan glared at his father, as if he was a little angry because he didn't like Qi Fan.

"Let's talk about the level of cultivation, Ji Yunlong cultivated the "Hundred Yuan Golden Body" of the Ji family. I heard that this martial art came from a third-level civilization planet, but unfortunately the Ji family only obtained the fragment. If this martial art is complete , at least six-star or above."

Seeing that Peng Sichan didn't speak, he continued: "It just so happens that Qi Fan is also good at melee combat, and I don't think he has any hope of defeating Ji Yunlong from any point of view."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, Qi Fan will definitely win anyway." Peng Sichan pouted, looking like the baby was unhappy.

I'm afraid that if Peng Tianhong says two more words, her heart will be shaken.