The green snake robe changed from the unified clothing of the Sword Sect to the white clothes, and Mu Fan rarely did this.
Every time he wears white, he finds the feeling of his previous life at home.
Changing into this outfit today, he has to face a fierce opponent.
Take out the pain-relieving elixir from the storage ring, which is widely available, and eat it early in case you need it.
Walking out of the temporary residence of the Sword Sect, those who knew the purpose of his trip smiled in return, and those who did not know his purpose, although they felt that he was a little nonsense in their hearts, but they were always brothers in the same sect, and they stood aside if they were unreasonable, and holding together was the first thing.
The people of Xuanmen are not kind to their eyes and do not hide it.
For an arrogant young man, whether it's true or not, it's very annoying.
The martial arts arena has long been full, and some people came over yesterday just to grab a good position.
Or I want to see Mu Fan make a move, or I want to see how many catties and taels this arrogant boy has.
Mu Fan entered the martial arts arena in advance, and in an instant, everyone's eyes focused on him.
While being watched by everyone, you must be able to withstand the gaze of everyone, and thousands of resentful and resentful eyes are enough to crush a person in his early twenties.
However, he has seen the world, sweeping the spectator seat with a flat gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, plain as water.
"This kid isn't as arrogant as you say."
A disciple of the Buddha Sect said.
"I didn't show madness today, you didn't come last time, and you missed the show."
The one next to it explained.
"If he's really as crazy as you say, I'd like him to make a mistake."
"Do you think that at least seventy percent of the people in this spectator table want him to fall hard."
Mu Fan plucked out his ears and didn't care.
He was the first to step into the ring, holding his sword to his chest and closing his eyes.
The noise in the spectator seat became louder and louder, and his act of closing his eyes and recuperating turned into a pretense of calm in the eyes of others.
Even the viewing seat where the disciples of the Dao Sect were located was also discussed.
The silence of the Sword Sect became a spectacle in the noisy martial arts arena, and Feng Dao's concept was correct.
In the troubled times, Ye Feng wanted to build the Sword Sect into an academy model, which was too ideal.
Feng Dao set out to turn the Sword Sect into an iron bucket, and the results were remarkable.
Mu Fan was still holding his sword, waiting for Ding Song to play.
He deduced it many times in his mind, but there was only one purpose, to force Ding Song to borrow the power of the remnant soul of the Great Black Sky.
He closed his eyes and recuperated only to recuperate, and there was no other reason for others to conjecture, and it was simply nonsense to pretend to be calm and pretend to be mysterious.
To be honest, he has no bottom in his heart, he was able to bite the bullet before, and now he can.
Ding Song didn't appear until the last moment of the competition, and rushed to the ring in one fell swoop, his eyes were cold, and people couldn't get close.
There were all kinds of shouts from the spectator seats, which were uneven at first, and then slowly turned into a sentence: "Teach him a lesson!"
” In the area where the Sword Sect is located, the ram smiled and said to Gong Bai: "Sure enough, people have to look at it, and the ugly girl looks much better when she puts it next to the uglier person." ” Ding Song was originally unlikable, but unfortunately Mu Fan was too annoying, so Ding Song became popular.
Mu Fan looked directly into Ding Song's eyes and said easily: "I didn't expect that I could stand in front of you." ” "I really didn't expect it."
Ding Song frankly admitted, "But that's the end of it." ” "Of course."
Mu Fan pulled out his sword, "No matter who loses, you don't have to fight." ” "You don't have a chance of winning."
Mu Fan didn't bother to reply, drew his sword, and pointed at Ding Song.
Ding Song's hand was full force, leaving a series of afterimages in the air with his arm, and he slapped Mu Fan's chest with one palm.
Mu Fan also used all his strength, and the power of the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra and the Star Light of the Palace Guarding fused, and the speed instantly increased.
It's a pity that he is still not as fast as Ding Song.
Ding Song's handprint was on Mu Fan's chest, and the fierce power erupted, like a giant hammer hitting his chest, knocking Mu Fan away for more than twenty feet.
Mu Fan's chest was suffocated for a while, a few drops of blood flowed out of his nose, and the pain was terrible, but fortunately, he had taken the pain-relieving pill before, and his physique had risen, so he could barely catch the blow.
He kicked the ground with both feet, leaving a few footprints in the ring, and put his hands together to form a sun wheel seal.
By the time he stabilized his figure, the ring was full of stone figures.
"It's still the same old move."
Ding Song said with a smile.
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He rushed straight towards Mu Fan, and the stone people rushed over one after another.
Mu Fan summoned twenty flying swords, and the flying swords formed a sword formation, all of which shot at Ding Song.
Ding Song's face was full of confidence, "It's useless!
” With a casual blow, the stone man shattered into a dozen pieces.
The stone men gathered again, and they didn't take too many blows.
Facing the flying sword that shot at him, he smiled and stretched out his right arm to block it, and his right arm emitted a qi to protect his body.
"Ding......
The flying sword hit Gangfeng, leaving a fire on the Gangqi, but it couldn't break the Gangqi and had no effect.
Mu Fan retreated after using the retreat, looked at the proud Ding Song, and said in his heart: "He shouldn't have broken through, but the strength he can show is much higher than the last shot, has he been hiding his strength?"
” didn't have time to think clearly, Ding Song's attack followed closely behind, and he slapped straight at Mu Fan's door.
Mu Fan had no choice but to use the retreat technique again, move behind Ding Song, and try to slash at Ding Song's back with a sword.
Ding Song was faster, and the sword was grasped in the palm of his hand by Ding Song, who turned around, in mid-air.
His other hand moved over and imprinted it on Mu Fan's chest with great ease.
Mu Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly let go of his sword, flew backwards with the strength of Ding Song's fist, and used the escape technique to move thirty zhang away in midair.
Ding Song sneered, and then rushed over, a distance of thirty zhang was nothing to him.
Mu Fan groaned, and the surrounding stone men desperately rushed towards Ding Song, blocking the speed of Ding Song's attack.
He took the opportunity to use the third gate, and the power of the Nine Bright Starlight exploded, his body temperature continued to rise, and his aura began to grow.
Although his physique had increased, he still didn't dare to use the power of Jiuyao Starlight for a long time, so he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately rushed towards Ding Song.
Starlight's heat gushed out from his fist, breaking the qi around Ding Song's body without hindrance.
Ding Song's head turned off, dodging Mu Fan's fist, and at the same time kicked at Mu Fan's face.
Mu Fan turned sideways, his speed was a little slower than Ding Song's feet.
"Bang!"
The foot force wrapped around the fierce Zhenyuan, hitting Mu Fan's shoulder, destroying Mu Fan's center of gravity.
Mu Fan was like a piece of iron, to be precise, his body was a hundred times harder than an iron block, and he smashed straight into the ring.
A loud bang rang through the arena, and the ring was covered with broken masonry and small puffs of dust.
On the surface, it was not as powerful as the last few battles, but the damage caused to Mu Fan's body was far greater than before.
He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and used his retreat to move to the edge of the ring.
At this moment, he already knew that his current state was not as good as Ding Song.
He clasped his hands together, ready to use the means of fighting for his life, remembered what the senior brother had said before, let go of his hands, and said in a loud voice: "I surrender." ” Mu Fan's tone was indifferent, as if the person who lost was not him, but Ding Song on the other side.
As soon as he spoke, the spectator seat exploded.