Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the third round, Lin Fan was placed in the first match.

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi nervously speculated who would be their opponent.

As the tournament host announced the start of the game, the entire venue fell into a strange silence.

Lin Fan stepped onto the ring, his eyes as sharp as a falcon, searching for possible opponents.

However, what surprised him was that among the many monks under the ring, not one of them was ready to take the stage to challenge.

After Lin Fan got ready on the ring, there was still silence around him, with no one responding.

Under this situation, the other audience monks under the ring began to whisper.

Some people believe that if Lin Fan can win easily in the third round, it will be too cheap for him.

After all, Lin Fan was just a young man at the peak of Qi refining, and he was extremely lucky to be able to enter the third round of martial arts trials.

Especially a master like Sledgehammer, who was eliminated in the second round and even lost his eyes.

Just when everyone was talking about Lin Fan's luck, an unexpected turn happened.

He had been observing Brother Meng secretly, and suddenly showed a smile.

His body was light and he flew onto the ring like a gust of wind.

This sudden action immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the discussion under the ring stopped abruptly.

After Meng Ge came on stage, his powerful aura filled the air, making people involuntarily feel awe.

At this moment, his eyes were firm, and he exuded an irresistible aura of strength, as if he were a veteran on the battlefield, with the composure and majesty he had experienced on the battlefield.

The surrounding monks in the Qi refining stage all showed panicked expressions under the pressure of this powerful aura.

Some monks turned pale, and some even took a few steps back involuntarily, their eyes full of awe and uneasiness.

Even the other monks under the ring felt an invisible pressure. They exchanged nervous glances, seeming to be silently discussing what was about to happen.

At this moment, a voice broke through the tense atmosphere. A monk shouted to Lin Fan in the crowd: "Little baby, Brother Meng is vicious, why don't you admit defeat as soon as possible!"

There was a hint of worry and persuasion in this voice.

Immediately afterwards, another person also joined in the persuasion: "There is no shame in admitting defeat. You have reached the peak of Qi refining at such a young age. When you are as old as Brother Meng, you will definitely surpass him!"

This voice revealed appreciation and expectations for Lin Fan.

Even the host of the martial arts trial couldn't help but worry about Lin Fan.

He walked quietly to Lin Fan's side and said in a low and sincere voice: "Admitting defeat is allowed by the rules of the competition."

His eyes were full of concern and worry, seeming to remind Lin Fan not to take unnecessary risks.

However, Lin Fan just smiled slightly. His smile was full of confidence and calmness, as if all the pressure and worries had nothing to do with him.

He replied softly: "The game has not started yet, so there is no reason to admit defeat!"

His voice was calm and firm, like a breath of fresh air, which stood out in this tense and heavy atmosphere.

Lin Fan's expression was relaxed, as if he was not affected by any of Meng Ge's powerful aura.

His eyes shone with firmness and determination, as if he was ready to face the challenge.

This even made Meng Ge on the opposite side secretly amazed.

A trace of surprise flashed in Meng Ge's eyes. He didn't expect that this young opponent could remain so calm and confident despite his momentum.

In the simple and solemn martial arts arena, the atmosphere reached the peak of tension.

Brother Meng, dressed in a black suit, his eyes as sharp as a tiger's, and an unyielding fighting spirit can be felt from his body.

He held a huge sword in his hand, and the sword shone with cold light, as if it could split the world with every swing.

His voice was like thunder, full of majesty and power: "Lin Fan, show your weapon, I never kill defenseless people!"

The words revealed an unquestionable command and the confidence of a strong man.

Lin Fan stood at the other end of the ring, his young face filled with calmness and perseverance.

His eyes looked at Meng Ge calmly, without any fear.

Feeling the pressure from Brother Meng, he did not dare to be careless.

He took a deep breath and waved his hand, and a powerful aura burst out from his body.

The Universe Ax appeared silently in Lin Fan's hand.

This big ax seemed to come out of thin air, emitting a deep and mysterious light.

The body of the ax is engraved with complex runes, and each rune shines with the light of wisdom and seems to contain ancient and powerful power.

Seeing this scene, the monks under the ring all showed surprised expressions.

For a time, there were a lot of comments: "Spiritual weapon, it is definitely a spiritual weapon!"

"At least it's a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

"I didn't expect Lin Fan to be so skilled and have such a good weapon!"

"This young man is not simple!"

Their eyes were full of awe and curiosity, and they were obviously shocked by the Qiankun Ax in Lin Fan's hand.

Lin Fan, who was opposite Brother Meng, also felt the extraordinary power of the Qiankun Ax.

There was a hint of seriousness in his eyes, as if he had realized the extraordinary nature of this competition.

He felt the pressure of a strong man, and this momentum definitely did not come from Lin Fan himself.

His eyes became more solemn, and he thought to himself: "This momentum must come from this big axe!"

With the appearance of the Qiankun Ax, the atmosphere in the entire arena became more tense.

There seems to be an invisible electric current in the air, making people feel their hearts beating faster.

On the ring, there were two young monks, one full of confidence and majesty, the other calm and determined. Their confrontation seemed to indicate that an unprecedented contest was about to begin.

Lin Fan's expression remained calm, as if he were a bottomless lake, and he looked at Brother Meng calmly.

His voice was calm and firm, seeming to contain an elusive power: "If you admit defeat, it's still too late!"

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing countless ripples.

When Brother Meng heard this, he showed a look of anger and disdain.

A murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he laughed sarcastically: "Joke! Arrogant!"

There was defiance and distrust in his voice.

The body leaned forward slightly and the giant sword in his hand was tightly clenched, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

The monks under the ring also heard Lin Fan's words, and their reactions were varied.

Some shook their heads, some snickered, and some had a flash of surprise in their eyes.

Some of them thought Lin Fan was too arrogant.

Others believed that Lin Fan was greatly stimulated when facing a strong man like Meng Ge.

However, although Meng Ge was disdainful, he was extremely cautious in his heart.

He knew that Lin Fan's words were by no means false.