His black eyes swept across the whole place, the tips of his eyebrows jumped slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the aura he exuded became even more charming.
"call!"
A harsh whistling sound sounded. Zhang Fan turned his head and saw that the referee from before had fallen beside him and looked at him with a pair of eyes. At this time, Zhang Fan could clearly hear the sound of his exhalation.
"The preliminary contestant of this battle wins, congratulations on being promoted to a yellow card warrior."
The man raised Zhang Fan's hands, and his deep and distant voice echoed throughout the venue. The people who had bet on Zhang Fan to win the game immediately began to cheer.
Feng Batian leaned back in his seat, with a rare smile on his indifferent and majestic face, and his overall mental state seemed to be obviously relaxed.
Ouyang Xian'er's big eyes were sparkling, filled with happiness, and her little fists were clenched tightly. Her young master is the best!
"Little brother, can you tell us your name?"
His brows were slightly raised again, Zhang Fan's face moved slightly, his lips moved slightly, and a calm voice came out: "I don't want to change my name in business, and I don't want to change my surname in my life. My name is Fengling!"
A simple and powerful sentence, the cheers on the spot suddenly stopped and became silent, Feng Ling? Which Feng Ling? Did they hear it wrong? Feng Ling is a top-notch waste in their impression! Could it be that Liuyun Kingdom
Is there anyone else named Fengling?
Looking at the shocked people around him, Zhang Fan's expression did not change. If there was any change, it can only be said that the arrogance on Zhang Fan's face may have become deeper.
The referee's expression was slightly moved. It's true that such a young boy has never appeared in the entire martial arts hall, but as Zhang Fan said, he has never appeared before. With the name of trash? No martial arts used in normal combat? At this time
He even doubted whether the young man in front of him was that good-for-nothing Fengling!
At this time, Zhang Fan's reputation was completely established. Although it cannot be said to be spread for a hundred generations, it can definitely reach the level of praising the past but not the present!
Cheers rang out again, this time the noise was obviously louder than before, making people sound even more excited.
When the body was dragged down, Zhang Fan returned to the dimly lit hall again, leaning against a smooth stone pillar, holding the sword in both hands, his black eyes slowly closed, and the Zixia Kung Fu in his body began to slowly
Circulation, although he won the last battle, he still had a bit of luck. The Zixia Kung Fu in his body was depleted a lot. Fortunately, he had reached the third level. With the assistance of the cyclone, he was able to do it in a matter of seconds.
Reach an optimal state.
In the hall, countless pairs of eyes swept over Zhang Fan's body, all with a hint of surprise. It was obvious that they did not expect that this young man could win the competition.
At this time, a pair of interested eyes also looked at Zhang Fan's body. At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to feel something.
He opened his dark eyes and looked directly over. With their eyes facing each other, Zhang Fan half-closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then closed his eyes again.
Such a vigilant state of mind! The man who looked at Zhang Fan was a little surprised. When he saw Zhang Fan closing his eyes again, he felt a little delusional. Was he dazzled?
Although the next few battles were equally exciting, for some unknown reason, the cheers obviously dropped. Those who are interested know that it was the influence of the previous game. After all, it is difficult to see such a battle. Not to mention the heartache.
The figure of the young man caught everyone's attention, and the figure standing proudly was still vivid in his mind.
Soon a battle came again. When the referee announced that Feng Ling would play next, the people present held their breath for a moment, and their hearts became restless. When placing bets, nearly two-fifths of them
People chose Zhang Fan.
As for the three-fifths, I think Zhang Fan's victory was still a bit lucky, and the losses in the last battle were definitely not something Zhang Fan could match at this time!
Feng Batian's breath had been in silence. When the referee announced that Feng Ling was about to play, his anger suddenly burst out, but it subsided again in an instant. He glanced directly at the staff not far away: "The money I won
Including the ante bet, everything is overwhelming Feng Ling."
The staff member was obviously taken aback, but seeing Feng Batian's determination, his lips moved and he said nothing more.
Ten minutes later, a young man in white robes stood on the platform again, cheers rang out, his black eyes trembled slightly, and his hands holding the sword were tightly clenched.
Standing opposite Zhang Fan at this time was a rugged man, holding a long knife tightly in his right hand. His full beard gave people a casual look, but the twinkling eyes also proved that this man was not simple.
The big man's name is Cage, a yellow card warrior! Level, sixth-grade warrior, eight wins out of eight games, Wuhun Demon Bear, Beast Wuhun, one of the special monsters. Not only does the attack be violent, but most importantly, the defense is also abnormal.
Astonishing, this is why three out of five people still choose Cage!
"Let's get started!"
At this time, an indifferent voice sounded, and the energy in the big man suddenly became violent, like a wild beast that had escaped from the reins.
"Buzz!"
There was a soft sound, the martial soul emerged, and a gray bear suddenly appeared. The moment the man clenched his left hand, a fierce and dangerous aura slowly emerged from the man's body.
The big man stood there like an undefeated god of war! His identity is only a yellow card now, but his strength is definitely qualified to enter the level of a blue card warrior, or even one point higher!
This battle is definitely a battle with great disparity in strength, and this battle is definitely a dangerous battle!
Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, his brows were frivolous, and his expression became serious. The man's strength was very domineering, and he was definitely much stronger than the previous one.
The hot-blooded elements are flowing like a vast ocean!
Even though you are the undefeated God of War, you will never leave a trace under my sword. Even though you are the supreme being in heaven, you will never regret being cut down by me! Even though you are powerful, under my sword, you are just a copycat. Zhang Fan,
The Supreme Killer is unrivaled!
"sulfuric acid!"
The sound of unsheathing sounded, and Zhang Fan's aura surged, like an unsheathed sword, sharp and powerful! The bloodthirsty in his bones slowly condensed, and an irresistible feeling burst out! A gloomy aura
Looking down at all living things, people dare not look directly! The transcendent feeling once again caught the attention of everyone present.
He Zhang Fan, the Supreme Killer, has never been threatened by anyone! He Zhang Fan, the Supreme Killer, has never been afraid of any resistance!
The dark eyes danced again, shocking the heart!
"roar!"
A loud roar rose from the ground, like a bomb exploding. Heavy footsteps seemed to step on everyone's hearts. The big man moved. The long knife in his right hand was filled with madness, and the terrifying energy flowed directly towards Zhang Fan.
swept away.
The terrifying energy blade cut through the sky with a harsh whistling sound.
The white robe was frivolous, and the black eyes suddenly became focused and bright. The bright purple light burst out suddenly. He stepped lightly with his right foot, and the long black hair flowed. The illusory figure was flying like a violent storm of energy blades.
Feel at ease underneath.
"Buzz!"
A sword cry followed, and the moment the phantom flashed past the energy blade, a long sword suddenly swept towards the big man with a helpless force.
"snort."
With a cold snort, mixed with a trace of disdain, the big man's body instantly rushed towards Zhang Fan's body, the long knife in his hand making a sound of piercing the air, and it was so sharp.
The obvious gap is revealed. Zhang Fan's figure is like a small boat in the sea, giving people a feeling of vulnerability. But it is this small boat. No matter you are in rough waves, I will move forward bravely and irresistibly!
"Slash violently!"
The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. When the distance was less than one meter, the big man shouted loudly, and the long knife in his hand buzzed, and fell instantly with the violent aura unique to Wuhun, Gustful Autumn Leaves!
Explosive Slash, a high-level Huang-level skill, can instantly mobilize all the strength of the body to deliver a crazy blow to the opponent.
His expression remained unchanged, but Zhang Fan was secretly frightened, and the sword in his hand trembled even more violently.
"Broken sword!"
A low and indifferent shout sounded, and the purple light was tactful, like lightning, rising to the challenge!
Broken Sword, the first sword move of Yunluo Sword Technique, a complete riot of the three levels of Zixia Technique, fully demonstrating the sword technique to its fullest!
The dazzling sword shadow and the flowing purple light are dazzling, and the sharp aura captures the heart!
"bump!"
There was a harsh sound that made people's teeth chatter. The white figure burst out, his black eyes filled with shock. Although the broken sword resisted most of the opponent's attacks, the huge force was transmitted at the same time, making Zhang
Fan's arms were a little sore and numb.
With a flick of his right hand, the long sword in his hand made a long groan again. Can't beat Yun Luo's swordsmanship? It's pure nonsense! Yun Luo's swordsmanship contains the accumulation of five thousand years of previous life! Can't beat it? Get lost!
Using his right foot for an instant, the white figure shot out again, proof! He wanted to prove that Yun Luo's sword skills were unbeatable, and he wanted to prove that Yun Luo's sword skills were unbeatable!
Looking at the white boy sweeping over him, the big man's eyes were slightly surprised, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, his left hand spread out, and a breath that seemed to have been silent for a long time filled the air.
"Riot Palm!"
A low roar appeared again, and the big man pressed down his left hand instantly. The force in his body rioted, and a terrifying energy shot towards Zhang Fan along his left hand.
Riot Palm, one of the soul skills learned by Cage, is overwhelming and violent!
"Kingsword!"
Cold words spat out from Zhang Fan's mouth, and the sword in his hand instantly trembled and roared. Countless sword shadows were like a violent storm, unstoppable!
The people present were deeply shocked and held their breath again. What kind of exercise is this?
Feng Batian clenched his fists tightly, looking at the young man in the field with burning eyes, his mind was shaken.
Ouyang Xian'er's little hands were also held together, and her beautiful eyes were full of worry.