At this moment, Chen Feng, standing in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, with his eyes clearly filled with surprise, was constantly staring at Yang Fan. "What did you say? I don't understand," Chen Feng said coldly.
"Since you don't understand, I will repeat it once more, Master Wuchen, your time is up." Yang Fan briefly repeated what he had just said.
"Do you intend to cause trouble without reason? Who is Master Wuchen?"
"It is you, Chen Feng," Yang Fan pointed directly at Chen Feng.
"Nonsense, Master Wuchen roamed the world thirty years ago. If he were still alive, he'd be an old man in his sixties or seventies now. You're saying I am Master Wuchen, don't you think that's a joke?"