"He!" Since they were all powerful beings, Zhang Fan didn't bother to choose and picked someone at random.
As Zhang Fan fell, the man walked up directly and glanced at Zhang Fan with a slight disdain.
"Boy, come on, if you can resist for five minutes, you will win!" A man standing inside glanced at Zhang Fan and said lightly, maybe it was because of the battle he had just experienced.
There is still energy floating around.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, nodded lightly, and walked directly up with the little monster in his arms without any worry.
"Don't you need weapons?" The man frowned slightly at this time, and this guy is also holding a small monster? Is he conceited about his strength? Or is he dismissive of himself?
"No need, let's get started!" Zhang Fan said calmly.
"What an arrogant boy!" The man couldn't help but say, with a sneer on his face: "If you are not defeated within three points, I will automatically admit defeat!"
"Really?" Zhang Fan raised his brows slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Judging from the man's floating energy, the opponent's strength should be at the level of a general. As for how much, it is unknown. He is indeed very strong, but he
He was not afraid, and the man's words also made him slightly unhappy. He said in a calm voice: "Sometimes it is good to leave yourself a way out. And if you are undefeated in three points, it doesn't matter if I admit defeat?"
As Zhang Fan's voice fell, a Lingran aura instantly emerged from his body. How many times has he experienced battles? His current strength is at the level of a sixth-grade great martial artist plus the power of Zixia Kung Fu.
If the opponent is undefeated with three points, then his life has been in vain. Since the opponent claims that he is arrogant, what does it matter if he is arrogant?
The man looked slightly downcast after hearing this. Whoever comes in does not say good things, because whether he can pass or not depends on him. If the person who is taking the assessment can really see through, there is a chance that he will hold back a point, but if he encounters someone,
He is so self-righteous that he always likes to hit the opponent hard and crush the opponent to death right here, without even thinking about the assessment below.
"Hmph, let's watch the move, kid!" The man shouted loudly at this time, accompanied by manic fluctuations in force. Almost in the next second, the man was in front of him, and instantly an extremely terrifying energy was directed towards him.
The body was hit hard.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his right hand instantly: "God-killing sword!"
As the voice sounded, Zhang Fan, who seemed calm one second before, suddenly changed when the next second came. His long black hair trembled, and his sharp aura was released instantly, like a sharp blade being unsheathed.
As soon as the expert took action, there was nothing left. Feeling the fierce strength, the man in charge of the test had a look of surprise in his eyes, and even a little disbelief. He now understood why Zhang Fan said that he would leave a trail behind.
On the way.
But could it be that with his general-level strength, he was afraid of a newcomer? As he sneered, the man's strength suddenly increased, and his manic energy was instantly noticeable.
Zhang Fan's eyes were focused, and his right hand suddenly changed moves. Amid the manic energy fluctuations, the God-killing Sword erupted again. Along with the surge of crazy sword intent, a wave of brazenness came forward.
"Bump!" A wave of energy rolled up like ripples. Zhang Fan's body swayed, and Muzongbu appeared again. The figure faded and appeared in an instant. He raised his right hand and waved in an instant. Countless sword shadows flashed again, and the sharp aura filled the whole body.
hall.
Everyone present looked surprised, including the middle-aged man who brought Zhang Fan in. He was also slightly surprised.
Erupting with bare hands, like holding a sharp blade? How could it be possible to wield it so easily using martial arts? Integrating into the martial spirit? But he didn't feel the surge of the martial spirit. How did he do it?
Everyone present secretly speculated at the same time.
The man who was fighting Zhang Fan was even more shocked. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The energy in his body surged. A huge palm print appeared and he slapped it horizontally.
It would be very embarrassing if he really let Zhang Fan hold on for one minute! He really wanted to use his martial spirit now, but seeing that it was useless, I'm afraid he would be embarrassed first, so now he can only force it.
It's on my scalp.
Three levels of sword intent surged wildly. Looking at the palm prints sweeping up, Zhang Fan's three bodies instantly merged into one. With a wave of his right hand, the sharp sword intent exploded again, cutting off the opponent's palm prints in a stunned manner.
"Thunder!" An indifferent voice sounded again, an afterimage appeared, and Zhang Fan's body arrived in front of the man almost instantly.
"What a fast speed!" The man's heart beat, and the manic force gathered again, and then he pressed down instantly, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded extremely harsh.
Zhang Fan's breathing was obviously slightly stagnant. After all, the general had crossed a level with the great martial artist. There was still pressure, but the opponent did not use his martial spirit? This made it easier to show off.
After his body exploded out, a beautiful arc emerged. It could be said that Zhang Fan almost made a huge arc around the man. After avoiding the opponent's attack range, his body rushed forward again.
"One minute has passed!"
A cold voice sounded, which made the man's face tremble, and his face turned red. One minute? What a striking word! With a loud shout, he raised his hands, and his force was concentrated again, and a ferocious look appeared on the man's face.
Although minutes have passed, Zhang Fan can't even think about passing this assessment!
"Cang Lei Exploding Palm!"
A slightly angry voice sounded, and the man raised his right hand again. This time, Zhang Fan clearly felt that the opponent's energy suddenly became extremely powerful. Then a huge palm print reappeared, moving towards Zhang Fan with a sudden momentum.
Covered.
The pupils shrank slightly, and the soul-reverse transformation instantly emerged. The energy in the body surged instantly, and the aura suddenly increased to another level. He raised his right hand again, and the three-level sword intention was violent again. What is the sword intention? It is the condensed thought of Zhang Fan.
, what is the strength of a general? He Zhang Fan can still cut off. Even if he cuts continuously, he can completely weaken the opponent's palm prints.
When the three levels of sword intent were activated, they were still driven by Zhang Fan's incomparable aura. As he waved his right hand, the sword intent surged again, and a chilling intention emerged again. He waved his right hand out, like a substantial sword shadow.
Cut out instantly.
The harsh sound made people's scalp numb. As soon as the blow fell, the palm prints instantly weakened. Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and all the strength of the sixth grade was concentrated in the palm of his hand.
"Broken Yuan Palm!"
Needless to say, the characteristics of the Po Yuan Palm are that it explodes instantly. The strength of the sixth-grade great martial artist is indeed not as terrifying as the strength of the general level. However, after the sword intention weakens once, with the explosion of the Po Yuan Palm, a shocking wave comes.
There was an instant riot with a loud noise, and the man's palm prints were struck and dissipated.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's body shook slightly, and the fishy sweetness appeared instantly, but he was suppressed by him. An afterimage swept out again. When he came to the man, he raised his right hand and pressed his fingers together.
, stopped at a position three inches away from the man's heart, and the heart-stopping sharp contraction was just controlled to about three inches.
"Within less than three points, you lose!" Zhang Fan raised his head, looked at the man with sharp eyes and said directly.
There was a look of disbelief on the man's face, but the sharpness in his heart was clearly visible, as if a blood hole would appear if his body moved even a little.
"How is that possible!" The man said in disbelief, then his face turned red again and said: "I haven't used my martial spirit yet, so I have to start over!"
A sneer appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and he glanced at the man with indifferent eyes: "Did I use the martial spirit? However, you will lose even if you use the martial spirit. Besides, you are defeated now. Remember, when you speak, give
Leave a way out for yourself!" Here Zhang Fan paused, and then continued: "Arrogant is a good word, I will accept it, but so what if it is arrogant? Because I have the capital to be arrogant! But you don't!"
A simple sentence reveals unspeakable domineeringness. It is hard to imagine that such a young man can behave like this. Especially the sentence, "Because I have arrogance," expresses that domineering power vividly.
Indeed, it doesn't matter if someone is arrogant. Being arrogant under such strength will not make people annoying, but will make people feel a special meaning.
Withdrawing his right hand, Zhang Fan glanced at the man again and said, "You can come to me at any time if you don't accept it. I will accept your challenge at any time!"
One sentence embodies two meanings. The first is that Cangyun College's assessment cannot stop him, and the second is Zhang Fan's will! No matter which one is before or after, it should be reflected in such a young person.
Sometimes, it makes people feel convinced.
"Congratulations on passing this assessment!" The middle-aged man who brought Zhang Fan in looked at Zhang Fan with a slightly surprised look. There have been people who have defeated the opponent in so long, but only a handful, but three points.
Defeat has never happened before. It may be better to say that Zhang Fan has great strength, rather than that Zhang Fan has mastered the advantages in battle.
He took Zhang Fan's sign and waved it with his right hand. A mark appeared on the sign. Then he looked at Zhang Fan and said, "It's time to take the next assessment! But the next one won't be that easy. After you go out, give the sign to the outside.
The person in charge of registration will tell you the exact location of the next test."
Zhang Fan nodded and walked outside, as if he didn't care.
After coming outside, some people appeared in the hall again. At this time, their expressions were strange. After three minutes, did they lose or win? In confusion, they quickly noticed the sign in Zhang Fan's hand, and were shocked.
The color emerged. Needless to say, Zhang Fan won. And since it came out in three minutes, there was only one situation. That was Zhang Fan who won the victory and defeated the person who was taking the assessment.