The word "brother" in Zhao Yufan's language seems to have a kind of magic power.
The two words are like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire night.
In an instant, the air was almost frozen, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
When Han Bingyue heard the word "brother", her face was dull, and her pupils were instantly dilated.
The moment she looked at Zhao Yufan blankly, a frightening momentum burst out from her soft and delicate body, like a huge wave that swept the entire night.
Devour.
"elder brother" Han Bingyue murmured to herself, her delicate body trembling slightly, her eyes suddenly as dazzling as the stars in the dark night, dazzling in a strange and terrifying way.
Under the waning moon, the frozen moon's face was as frosty as the sudden cold wind, which caught Zhao Yufan off guard and caused him to tremble.
"Are you and I familiar?"
Han Bingyue asked lightly.
She opened her beautiful eyes as wide as possible and put on a seemingly surprised look.
Her words were questions, but her attitude was clear.
They were not familiar with each other.
This tone without any emotion was like an extremely small poisonous thorn, piercing Zhao Yufan's heart, causing his heart to contract painfully, but not a drop of blood could flow out.
"We have known each other for three years, don't we have a relationship?"
Zhao Yufan stared at the Ice Moon with an eerie tone.
His words were like a sharp sword, cutting the air and tearing apart the night.
Five years of acquaintance resulted in unfamiliarity He was unwilling and even more reluctant to give up.
Zhao Yufan's chest rose and fell, suppressing his violent heartbeat, and asked seriously: "What's wrong with you?"
Han Bingyue lowered her head, her black hair covering her face.
When she raised her head again, her strange eyes struck Zhao Yufan like two rays of lightning, making Zhao Yufan feel frightened and unfamiliar.
"Inner Demon" Zhao Yufan uttered two words and gently threw the sword in his right hand into the air.
The sword rose and then fell.
The moment the long sword fell in front of his eyes, he reached forward with his right arm and accurately grasped the middle of the long sword with his five fingers.
"Click" A crisp sound resounded in the silent night, and the long sword in Zhao Yufan's hand was broken into three pieces.
The broken sword in the middle was still held tightly in his hand.
A stream of blood fell down to the ground along the bottom of the broken sword, and patches of bright red appeared on the ground in an instant.
Suddenly, Zhao Yufan opened the five fingers of his right hand, and the broken sword fell immediately.
He suddenly galloped towards Han Bingyue, and his blood-red right palm, which smelled of blood, slapped Hanbingyue on the cheek in an instant.
At this time, the broken sword fell to the ground, and Zhao Yufan's scarlet palm also separated from Han Bingyue's cheek.
In the dark night, the cold wind blew, the branches and leaves of the trees swayed, and the clothes of the two figures fluttered.
Zhao Yufan and Han Bingyue stared at each other.
After a long time, Han Bingyue said calmly: "I'm sorry."
Looking at the starry sky, Zhao Yufan suddenly felt brighter, raised his eyebrows and said: "You have inner demons"
Inner demons are the most feared thing in everyone's heart.
The appearance of inner demons will affect people's thinking.
Han Bingyue's sudden change just now was caused by inner demons.
Moreover, her inner demons are extremely serious and must be eliminated as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.
Han Bingyue looked indifferent, but her breathing was a little quick, "I know, when you become an inner disciple, you will ask me about the inner demon, let's continue practicing the sword."
"The sword is broken," Zhao Yufan looked at the broken sword and deliberately exposed his bloody hand to Han Bingyue's sight, hoping that she would say a word of concern.
Han Bingyue frowned slightly and said word by word: "It's a waste of time.
If you don't practice sword practice, I'm leaving."
The moment she turned around, she glanced at Zhao Yufan's bloody right hand, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she took out a pill.
Throwing the medicine at Zhao Yufan's feet, she said softly: "Take it."
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When she said this, a slight smile flashed at the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Yufan helplessly commented on the petite figure in front of him and shouted: "You, you think of me as a beggar?"
His words did not receive a response.
Looking at the pill at his feet, he bent down to pick it up, wiped it with his sleeves, and opened his mouth.
Swallow it directly.
As soon as Han Bingyue left, Zhao Yufan lost the energy to practice his martial arts.
He frowned and looked at the starry sky.
He knew that Han Bingyue's inner demon was serious.
It seemed that he had to enter the inner gate as soon as possible.
Otherwise, with Han Bingyue's stubborn character, it would be absolutely impossible.
Tell yourself about your inner demons.
The sky is slightly bright and the mist is misty.
Zhao Yufan dragged his exhausted body and leaned on the wooden door, then used his body to knock the door open and staggered towards the room.
In one night, he initially mastered three martial arts skills.
Among them, Yunzong Sword reached the second level, while Cursed Killing and Violent Thunder were only at the first level.
He lay on his bed, very dissatisfied with what he had achieved overnight.
I heard from others that a genius can reach the second level by practicing martial arts in a few hours.
How come I didn’t reach the second level by practicing three martial arts in one night?
He didn't know that the martial arts required to reach the second level in a few hours was a yellow-level martial arts.
He didn't know that it was quite difficult to practice three martial arts at the same time.
He didn't even know that, overnight, he had mastered the three profound level martial arts skills to the current level, and he was already a genius.
Even if he was not a genius, he was definitely not mediocre.
Zhao Yufan really didn't understand these things.
Even if he did, he wouldn't think about it because he was so tired that he fell asleep long ago.
At three o'clock in the morning, a ray of sunshine shone on Zhao Yufan's face.
Zhao Yufan lifted the blue quilt and his face became more sleepy.
Zhao Yufan slept very comfortably, but near the Qinglan Sect's arena, more than 100,000 disciples were very uncomfortable.
They were all waiting for Zhao Yufan, but Zhao Yufan never came.
The disciples waited boredly under the scorching sun, and comments could be heard from time to time.
"Asshole, is he scared?"
"Impossible.
If Zhao Yufan was afraid, he wouldn't have dared to say such arrogant words in the first place."
"Yes, this kind of madman doesn't even know what fear is."
"Stop guessing.
I saw Zhao Yufan going to the library last night.
I guess he practiced martial arts all night.
Now he is as tired as a dog and is resting."
As soon as these words came out, the disciples around him started boiling like hot water.
They are well aware of the importance of martial arts.
Now Zhao Yufan has just practiced martial arts, and obviously there is not enough time.
Even if he is given a month, even if he is a genius, his martial arts cannot surpass any master on the Qingyun List, because martial arts cannot be achieved overnight.
Practice is done.
Almost instantly, everyone felt that Zhao Yufan's chances of winning were slim.
Many people felt disappointed and couldn't help but become worried, silently hoping that Zhao Yufan would not show up.
And more people are mainly watching the excitement.
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They are looking forward to Zhao Yufan's appearance, especially the young people at the front of the ring.
They hope that Zhao Yufan will appear as soon as possible.
The faces of these young people flushed with excitement.
They held their heads high and their chests high, with a hint of pride between their brows.
Their eyes were fixed forward, but they all looked around invariably from the corner of their eyes, searching expectantly for Zhao Yufan. figure.
This group of people who were extremely looking forward to Zhao Yufan's appearance were the ninth to fifth masters on the Qingyun List.
After learning that Zhao Yufan had just practiced martial arts, their restless hearts suddenly became more confident, as if victory was just around the corner.
When they started, they were thinking about how to defeat Zhao Yufan.
Now, they are thinking about how they can defeat Zhao Yufan: