The moment the two came into contact, the harsh friction sound sounded again.
The white figure floated, and the huge palm print put a lot of pressure on Zhang Fan. After all, he did not have the proud strength of his previous life.
The violent aura circulated, and despite the weakening of the sword, it was still suppressed.
Her black hair was flowing, and her black eyes revealed a deep unwillingness.
"Shattered Sky!"
The white robe moved automatically in the absence of wind, even if there was no dust, the purple light trembled instantly, the buzzing sound of the sword in the hand sounded harshly, the purple light instantly rose into the sky, and the three layers of Zixia Kung Fu were suddenly revealed.
Even if you come up against the storm, I, Zhang Fan, am unstoppable and have no fear!
The sword light cut through the sky, and the huge palm print was instantly dissipated by the stern momentum. In the shock, the sword light fell directly on the big man's tiger body.
Shocking, absolutely shocking, what kind of skill is this? Everyone's expressions were dull, their eyes fixed on the changes in the field.
"Immortal body!"
A low roar that had been dull for a long time sounded, a red light appeared violently, and the man's body instantly began to swell.
The Immortal Body is one of Cage's abilities to comprehend the beast soul. Although it cannot be said to achieve an immortal existence, it can instantly increase the body's defense to a very powerful level.
"bump!"
There was still a dull voice, and when the dazzling sword light fell on the big man, his body visibly bent, his tiger eyes widened instantly, and a violent aura flowed out in all directions.
Shocked, absolutely shocked, the big man actually used his own body to resist.
The shadow flashed past, and the white figure galloped towards the man's body in an instant. The long sword in his hand buzzed again. Opportunities needed to be grasped, and Zhang Fan thought he had always grasped them well.
The competition between masters is all about fighting against each other, because every second can cause one person to lose!
The big man's eyes revealed deep disdain. With his immortal body, ordinary blades could not even touch him.
"Why!"
Sighs sounded from all around. This boy was probably really going to be defeated. There was no way his opponent was too strong. Of course, Zhang Fan's courage still deeply shocked them.
At this moment, the only one who has hope is probably his father Feng Batian. He has always firmly believed that his son is extraordinary.
Zhang Fan suddenly didn't know what the surrounding people thought. He never cared about what others thought. He only believed in his own strength. Now the time to prove it had arrived.
The long sword was retracted, purple light flashed in his left hand, and it was shot directly towards the man's chest.
The big man wanted to laugh. He didn't care about the weapon in its current state, and he didn't even care about a small palm.
People around him sighed secretly at the same time. Is Zhang Fan's doing this equivalent to giving up?
Zhang Fan's speed was very fast, and the distance got closer and closer. When the distance was less than one meter, a whistling sound sounded again, and the figure's speed doubled again.
"bump!"
His left hand instantly slapped the big man's chest. At this time, the big man's face was still full of disdain.
Zhang Fan stepped back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the big man with stern eyes and said: "Don't underestimate anyone, I'm sorry, you lost!"
As Zhang Fan finished speaking in a calm voice, the big man blinked his eyes. He clearly felt that the power in his body was quickly disappearing. He looked stunned and could not believe it. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was a blood hole hanging on it, and warm blood.
It flowed out from inside.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but the words never fell, and his body straightened and he lay down.
Xuanyuan’s sharp edge? How can it be shaken by ordinary people?
"How could it be?" The referee under the fighting platform said it in a trembling voice, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. He could see how amazing the big man's defense was from a distance. According to his calculations, Zhang Fan's
It is absolutely impossible to break through the defense of the Han Dynasty with its strength.
But the big man fell to the ground at this time, and blood was pouring from his chest. All of this shocked him.
The people present were also shocked. They looked at Zhang Fan standing on the platform with his hands behind his back, his body trembling slightly. This scene completely subverted what they thought. At this time, an idea emerged in their minds at the same time, Zhang Fan was...
How?
Feng Batian's tense body relaxed now, and a smile appeared on his face again. His son did not disappoint him.
Ouyang Xian'er's beautiful eyes looked closely at the young man in the field at this time. Her beautiful eyes were full of excitement. His young master had succeeded. He really succeeded. He pinched his little hands together and was extremely excited.
"This battle is won by Feng Ling!"
The figure of the middle-aged man landed on the platform, and his low voice mixed with a wave of waves spread out to the surroundings. Zhang Fan once again broke a miracle!
The people around cheered, especially those who bet on Feng Ling's victory, who were even more excited.
Taking a deep breath, the noisy noise around him only made his inner essence more and more prominent. Without a trace of fluctuation, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the hall.
At this point, this battle is over!
The next few games became even more boring, but when the referee announced that Zhang Fan would still fight in the next fight, the atmosphere became heated again.
Zhang Fan may be a miracle worker in everyone's eyes at this moment.
In the third battle, Zhang Fan obviously felt that the pressure was lighter, because the opponent's strength was much weaker than in the second battle. The final result was still that the opponent lost. Zhang Fan once again created a miracle!
At night, when everyone was leaving, Zhang Fan followed Feng Batian to the previous room. At this time, the man in charge of the entire martial arts hall had a look of shock on his face. He kept looking at Zhang Fan and the man on the battle stage.
A young man who has always created miracles.
"There will still be three battles tomorrow." Zhang Fan spoke slowly, his voice indifferent, and his pair of black eyes stared at the man.
The man's heart trembled slightly, then he nodded heavily, his eyes fell on Feng Batian and said: "Master Feng, are you sure the gold coins you won should be stored here?"
Feng Batian nodded, his eyes twinkling, and said directly: "All the gold coins in Ling'er's future battles will be on him."
The man was deeply shocked and nodded.
After walking out of the martial arts hall, Zhang Fan's aura was still flowing, and he had a long sword on his back. The whole person was actually integrated, giving people an unusually different feeling.
Zhang Moben was sitting at the head of the Zhang family, his expression still a little downcast. Ever since Yun Luo's sentencing, he had been thinking about this matter in his heart.
At this time, he was holding a tea cup in his hand and humming softly. At this time, a man wearing a gray robe came in from the outside. After seeing Zhang Moben, he looked respectful and said directly: "Master of the family."
"Well, how's it going?" Zhang Moben raised his head and his lowered eyes fell on that person.
The man's expression fluctuated a bit, he nodded slightly, and said for a long time: "Master, Feng Batian took Feng Ling to the Martial Arts Hall, and I stopped by to take a look."
"Oh? How is it?" Zhang Moben narrowed his eyes slightly and drank another cup of tea.
"Fengling participated?" Zhang Mo thought of something and said it in a trembling voice.
"Yes, head of the family!" The man nodded, his expression fluctuating even more.
"How was your performance?" Zhang Mo suppressed his inner restlessness and took a deep breath to speak out.
"Three battles, three complete victories."
The man took a deep breath and said it anyway, even though he knew that this would bring a small blow to Zhang Moben.
"bump."
The tea cup in Zhang Moben's hand was broken, and the tea was splashed everywhere. His eyes showed disbelief, and his heart was in turmoil. Even if Zhang Fan was a loser, he would definitely not progress so fast. Why on earth!
Zhang Moben's eyes were full of coldness. He naturally knew what kind of place the Martial Arts Hall was. The people in it would use 100% of their strength to survive. Could it be that a waste had grown to an astonishing level in a short period of time?
The man underground was startled when he heard the shattering sound.
"Are you sure that person is Feng Ling?" Zhang Mo's voice still showed disbelief.
"Yes." The man nodded heavily and said affirmatively: "The master of the house has always asked me to stare at him. I remember his appearance very clearly. It's him!"
His expression became darker and darker, and he clenched his fists, and then his eyes flashed with a playful expression. The Fighting Hall is a very good place, and it is also a very good place to kill someone with a borrowed knife. On the platform, who can he turn to if he dies?
"Don't blame me, Feng Batian. If you want to blame me, blame you for being so incompetent that you actually let your son go to the martial arts hall."
After practicing for a night, the tendency of faint breakthrough became more and more intense. Zhang Fan opened his black eyes and felt a little restless in his heart. After eating the breakfast prepared by the little girl, He Feng Batian and others walked towards the martial arts hall again.
The martial arts hall was as lively as ever, with loud noises. Entering the dimly lit hall, Zhang Fan leaned against a cold pillar, closed his eyes, and waited for the referee's call.
In the room where the person in charge of the Martial Arts Hall was, an ordinary-looking man with slender hair wearing a samurai uniform opened the door and walked in, his eyes falling directly on Tang Yan.
At this time, Tang Yan was holding an attractive woman in his arms, with a smile on his face. However, the moment he was pushed open, his eyes looked in the direction of the door.
He frowned. It was okay for Feng Batian to disturb him yesterday. After all, he couldn't afford to bother him. Now someone came to disturb him again. He felt particularly unhappy. He patted the woman in his arms, stood up, and looked directly at the man.
He frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm here to join the martial arts hall." The man's voice looked at Tang Yan and said with burning eyes.