At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to become the focus of the audience.
As time went by, with the help of the sword, Zhang Fan's body stood upright.
A hint of perseverance appeared on his pale face again, and a low shout sounded. Zhang Fan's body suddenly stood up, his tight body standing proudly.
At that moment, everyone was a little distracted. This young man had done it. They may not know how much damage Zhang Fan suffered, but the pale face was enough to prove it. The surging black mist was poisonous. Who could
Not sure?
Zhang Fan did it, he really did it. There was a moment of silence, and the entire venue erupted with strong cheers. This young man once again created an opportunity.
The middle-aged man's mind was trembling, his body was exposed on the stage, he came directly to Zhang Fan, raised Zhang Fan's tense arm, and said quickly: "Zhang Fansheng!"
As the referee's voice fell, terrifying noises erupted in the field again. At this point, the martial arts hall once again set off a huge climax.
When the middle-aged man let go of Zhang Fan's hand, an ugly smile appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face. Then his eyelids became heavy and he lay down straight. But when he fell, he clearly felt the pain again.
The Xuanyuan Sword in his body trembled, and a piece of information appeared in his mind, and then he knew nothing more.
"Ling'er!"
When the middle-aged man was about to help Zhang Fan up, a domineering and gloomy aura spread instantly, and a tall figure instantly fell on the battlefield. The terrifying surge made the middle-aged man a little stunned.
Feng Batian didn't look at the man, and directly picked up Zhang Fan. Amidst the terrifying surge of energy, his body rose into the sky.
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Batian's speeding back, and his heart trembled again. What level of strength had Feng Batian reached? His strength was about the level of King Wu. This strength was unrivaled in the entire Liuyun Kingdom.
But the temperament Feng Batian showed instantly made him have no intention of confrontation. What level was the opponent? He made a bold guess, could it be the Martial Emperor?
As the two left, the noise in the venue became even louder, and the scene was very lively.
Ouyang Xian'er left her seat at this time and ran outside quickly.
"Miss, where are you going?" Zi Ling suddenly saw Ye Xuan standing up, and was shocked. She quickly stood up and ran outside with Ye Xuan.
"Hmph." Zhang Moben looked at Feng Batian's speeding back, snorted coldly, stood up, and walked outside with a cold expression.
"Zhang Fan killed Wuzong's inner disciple, Zhang Fan is dead."
The man sitting next to Zhang Moben quickly followed him out after seeing it.
The middle-aged man referee announced a short break and then went to arrange the next game.
Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was that his whole body was completely weak. His body moved. At this time, he seemed to be back in the same situation as when he first came here, without any strength in his body.
I closed my eyes again, looked inside, and found that the toxins in my body had been removed, and the cyclone in my body was slowly rotating to repair my body.
Zhang Fan breathed out, opened his eyes again, and struggled to sit up.
The door opened, and Ouyang Xian'er walked in carrying a tray. When she saw Zhang Fan struggling to get up, she put down the tray and walked up quickly.
The fragrant fragrance filled his nostrils, and Ouyang Xian'er held Zhang Fan's body and half sat up.
"Master...!" Seeing Zhang Fan's pale face, Ouyang Xian'er's eye circles became red again. If he hadn't held back the tears, he would have fallen down long ago.
Zhang Fan had a smile on his pale face and said, "What time is it now?"
"It's already night. Master, you have been in a coma all day." Ouyang Xian'er bit her lip: "Master has forced the poison out of you. Master, do you feel better now?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Zhang Fan shook his head gently.
"Master, are you hungry? Can I feed you something?" The little girl sat up on the bed, took out a bowl of rice porridge from the tray on the table and came over.
While eating the rice porridge that Ouyang Xian'er carefully fed him by the spoonful, something strange appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face. At this time, Ouyang Xian'er couldn't help but said: "Master, Miss Ye has also come to see you."
"Really?" Zhang Fan looked a little strange, and then said, "Why is she here?"
Ouyang Xian'er shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know either. I saw the poison in the young master and was forced out by him, so he left."
"Oh." Zhang Fan nodded lightly without saying anything.
When the rice porridge was almost finished, the door opened again, and Feng Batian's figure appeared in front of Zhang Fan.
"Ling'er, are you okay now?" Feng Ba Tian's tiger eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said seriously.
"It's okay." Zhang Fan shook his head slightly, then sighed and said, "I made my father worried. It's a pity that I missed a game."
Feng Batian's expression fluctuated. Seeing Zhang Fan's regretful look, his heart trembled again and said, "You should have a good rest for two days, and you can participate again in two days."
"Yeah." Zhang Fan nodded.
"Ling'er, was that sword energy coming from you earlier?" Feng Batian's expression fluctuated and he couldn't help but say.
"Hmm." Zhang Fan knew that Feng Batian would ask this question sooner or later. After nodding lightly, he hesitated slightly and spread out his palms. The Xuanyuan Sword instantly appeared in his palms.
With the appearance of Xuanyuan Sword, a faint golden light illuminated the entire room.
Feng Batian's heart trembled again, his eyes showed a look of disbelief and he trembled: "Ling'er, is this your awakened martial spirit?"
"Yeah." Zhang Fan looked at Feng Batian curiously and nodded gently. He was a little confused, why was Feng Batian in this state?
"How could it be?" Feng Batian's expression changed slightly, his eyes fell on Zhang Fan again, he took a deep breath and said, "Double martial souls?"
"Double martial souls?" Hearing Feng Batian's words, Zhang Fan was stunned again, completely confused as to what Feng Batian meant.
Seeing Zhang Fan's doubts, Feng Batian took a deep breath again, and then suddenly burst into laughter. Then his expression became cold, his eyes fell on Zhang Fan again, his expression softened and he said
"Ling'er, have a good rest, I'm going out first." After saying that, Feng Batian walked directly outside.
Looking at Feng Batian's leaving figure, Zhang Fan's eyes became even more confused. What kind of martial spirit is this Xuanyuan Sword? He glanced at Xuanyuan Sword and suddenly thought of what he thought when he fell on the platform.
information.
"Master, you should go to bed early. I'm going out too." Ouyang Xian'er's eyes fell on Zhang Fan, she said softly, cleaned up briefly, walked out with the tray, and closed the door.
Thinking of Feng Batian's appearance, Zhang Fan once again had doubts in his eyes. Why was his father in this state? But he didn't think about it anymore. Instead, he closed his eyes and read the information in his mind.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief.
"Restricted?"
Zhang Fan's eyes widened. This information was transmitted from Xuanyuan Sword. The information was very simple. He directly told him that Xuanyuan Sword contained nine restrictions. It exploded in an instant on the battlefield and unlocked the first restriction. The name
For the gods of the Four Swords, the restriction was released, and the first sword move was automatically activated. Think about it, the energy burst out from the Guang Xuanyuan Sword was so overbearing. What about the sword moves? He estimated that the fourth level of Zixia Gong
When the law is full, I'm afraid I can only try it twice.
Feeling a little restless in his heart, Zhang Fan opened his eyes again, spread out his right hand, Xuanyuan Sword appeared again, and his heart trembled again. This is definitely a trump card! A life-saving trump card, and most importantly, what appeared at this time was
First prohibition, is there also a second prohibition? A third prohibition?
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's heart became even more restless.
Putting away the Xuanyuan Sword, his black eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and entered the cultivation state again.
The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone down in the morning, Zhang Fan opened his eyes. The four levels of Zixia Kung Fu had recovered to some extent. It seemed that if he wanted to reach the peak level, he still had to rest for a day.
..
Putting on his shoes, Zhang Fan came outside and breathed in the fresh air outside. He became calm inside. The image of Feng Batian yesterday once again appeared in his mind. He had a suspicion that Feng Batian must be hiding something.
, there are very few things that the main body's memory understands, such as why his father brought him to Liuyun Kingdom? What is Feng Batian's martial spirit? The most important thing is, where are his relatives? If he doesn't believe it, Feng Ba
God is alone! There must be a big secret in this.
While Zhang Fan was sitting and thinking, footsteps sounded. Zhang Fan looked up and found Ouyang Xian'er walking over with a basin of water. After seeing Zhang Fan, a look of joy appeared on his handsome face, and his footsteps suddenly
Speeded up a bit.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded gently and took the water from Ouyang Xian'er's hand. After washing, he looked at himself in the bronze mirror. Although his face was still childish, it had undergone significant changes.
Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction. After all, this appearance is much more handsome than his previous life, and his body is still growing. Who knows what he will look like in two years?
Ouyang Xian'er carefully arranged some white robes for Zhang Fan, then looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Master, you are so beautiful."
After hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile, with a smile on his face. He gently pinched Ouyang Xian'er's little face and said, "You are also very cute!"
Blushing and lowering his head, Ouyang Xian'er was filled with joy. She glanced at Zhang Fan secretly and stopped talking.