"Meng Fan, first place" After listening to Zhang Wuling's words, Fan Guyi looked at Meng Fan with an inexplicable expression.
Although this election of the martial arts ranking list was not very authentic, it still had a certain authority.
The first place will bring immeasurable benefits to a person. , just the glory gained from it is enough to last the rest of my life.
Meng Fan responded to Fan Guyi's gaze and just shrugged lightly: "Whoever loves you will get it."
Fan Guyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really worried that Meng Fan, who was young and energetic, would go to the ring to have a big fight and delay the end of the ring.
Zhang Wuling also laughed and glanced at Meng Fan with serious eyes: "There is one more thing I didn't say.
In everyone's eyes, the deputy palace master is already the number one, and now Shen Guolao is staying in Taiwan.
If you can't get down, just wait for another fight with the deputy palace master, otherwise his first place will have no weight. " Zhang Wuling touched his chin, which had not been shaved for a long time, and continued: "He also said that if the deputy palace master does not come out to fight, he will accept the second place and leave the first place empty."
Meng Fan glared: "This is too much for someone named Shen."
Zhang Wuling smiled and said: "No, I remember someone once did something in Qingqiu City.
I was the second.
Who dares to be the first?"
Meng Fan laughed dumbly: "I didn't do that, it was Qian Deng who wanted to cause hatred for me."
Meng Fan rubbed his forehead: "I am young and have already gained a lot of fame.
I cannot bear the trouble of fame.
The first place will be given to Shen Guolao."
At this point, Meng Fan's face became solemn, he glanced at Fan Guyi, and then his eyes fell on Zhang Wuling's face: "Brother Zhang, let's have someone beat the drum.
The election of the martial arts evaluation list has come to a successful conclusion."
Fan Guyi's eyes suddenly flashed with light.
Zhang Wuling nodded vigorously, then took a deep breath, turned around and walked out, taking every step seriously.
He knew that as long as the order to beat the drum was passed on, the Eighteen Layers Mountain would change.
As for whether it gets better or worse, it depends on the next battle.
After leaving the alchemy room, the light was so bright that it was dazzling.
Zhang Wuling suddenly stopped and looked forward.
There were three figures standing not far in front of him.
The leader was a white-haired old man, and two people stood beside him.
One of the Taoist boys held a thick sword in his arms.
The old man looked at him with a smile and said, "Is the deputy palace master here?"
Zhang Wuling frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "I'm here, but it's not convenient to see guests."
His eyes wandered around the old man's waist, and he saw an identity badge, from the Nanmen sect.
"Brother Zhang, let someone come in."
But Meng Fan's voice immediately sounded from the alchemy room, "The drummers should slow down beforehand."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuling turned sideways and said to the old man: "Please" The old man was just like Zhang Wuling when he just left the alchemy room.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the long knife from the Taoist boy's hand, and strode towards the alchemy room.
He, who was originally stooped, straightened up a little with every step he took.
There was also an astonishing aura on his body that kept rising, until it reached a point where Zhang Wuling couldn't bear it.
"Knives are not allowed inside."
Zhang Wuling used his arms to stop the old man.
The old man didn't look sideways and kept walking.
Boom When Zhang Wuling's arm hit the old man, he made a muffled sound of thunder.
His arm immediately felt a huge pain and was bounced away.
Then he raised his other hand and grabbed the old man's shoulder, but he didn't expect it. , the old man took a step down and disappeared, leaving only the strong wind blowing in his face.
"whee" "Master has not aged, and his majesty remains the same as before."
"This alchemist uncle is exhausted."
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The two Taoist boys covered their mouths and laughed cleverly.
Zhang Wuling glanced at the two Taoist boys and turned back to the alchemy room.
After the old man entered the alchemy room, he ignored Fan Wuyi's presence, raised the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed it towards Meng Fan's head.
A harsh sound of wind and thunder suddenly erupted in the air.
Fan Guyi subconsciously stretched out his hand of Danhuo and slapped the long knife.
Meng Fan glanced at Fan Guyi, stretched out two fingers, and gently pinched the menacing long knife.
There was a crisp clang sound and golden light splashed everywhere.
At this time, Meng Fan was not standing, but already sitting cross-legged on the bed.
He sat cross-legged and held a knife between his fingers.
The old man grasped the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and pressed down hard The two of them were in a stalemate, and the atmosphere was very strange.
Suddenly Meng Fan laughed: "Elder Elder, you can fight against me, but don't fight against the broken bed under me.
It's about to collapse."
Fan Guyi stared at the old man and said in surprise: "Ni Taiping, the Wind and Thunder Sword" Zhang Wuling stood at the door, his face no longer displeased, showing admiration.
Fengling Dao Ni Taiping had also been ranked on the martial arts evaluation list, and his best ranking was fifth.
At that time, he was only in his thirties.
He has unlimited potential.
People say that if he continues to practice, he may not be able to win the first place in martial arts evaluation within ten years.
But who would have expected that after he got fifth place, he ceased his activities and settled down in the Nanwu Sect in a low-key manner.
Since then, few of his deeds have spread to the cultivation world.
But in the blink of an eye, Zhang Wuling turned his eyes with even more admiration to Meng Fan and murmured in his heart: "In front of the Deputy Palace Master, the Wind and Thunder Knife is just an ordinary watermelon knife."
It is really an understatement that Meng Fan took the knife that Ni Taiping had been preparing for for a long time, and people have to be shocked. call call As the great elder of the Nanwu Sect, Feng Lei Dao began to pant, but he was still stubborn enough to press down on the knife.
Meng Fan curled his lips with a look of helplessness on his face, and the bed beneath him made a cracking sound.
The fluctuations in the cultivation level of the two people suddenly increased to the level of the sixth level of immortality in an instant, and sawdust began to fall to the ground on the bed under Meng Fan.
"Boy, give me some face."
Old Man Ni suddenly glanced at the door of the alchemy room and said to Meng Fan in a consultative tone, "My two disobedient little ancestors are watching outside."
Meng Fan squinted his eyes and saw two little heads poking at the door of the alchemy room.
"Oh!"
Meng Fan suddenly exclaimed, "What a powerful swordsmanship, I give up."
After screaming, he looked up at Old Man Ni who was holding a knife in both hands.
"Hahaha" Old Man Ni laughed loudly.
He held the knife in one hand and turned his back behind him.
He smoothed his beard with the other hand and said in a masterful manner, "The deputy palace master's skills are also very good.
Keep practicing."
You may not be able to take over my sword in a few decades, but there is definitely no chance in the next few years."
When Fan Guyi and Zhang Wuling heard this, their faces showed strange expressions at the same time.
This Wind and Thunder Sword Ni Taiping's face is much thicker than his cultivation level.
"Why are you guys still sneaking around there?"
Old Man Ni glanced at the door of the alchemy room, "Aren't you crying and shouting that you want to watch people fight in the ring?
Why don't you go over and watch?"
The two boys then ran away with playful smiles.
Old Man Ni lost his noble demeanor and sat slumped on Meng Fan's bed.
Before he could think of it, Meng Fan immediately floated off the bed, and then with a plop, Old Man Ni and the bed were scattered on the ground. superior: