Half a month later, Zhang Fan stood on the battlefield with his hands behind his back. The white robe on his body and the three thousand black silk threads on his head were swaying in the wind. There was a calm look on his immature face, and a pair of spirited black
His eyes were dancing with purple light from time to time, and there was a blue sign hanging on the waist of his white robe. In half a month, he was promoted from the yellow card to the blue card level, and this was also the final stage of the blue card competition.
After this game, his level will be promoted again and reach the purple card.
In nearly twenty games, Zhang Fan has created miracles in every game. Now every battle of Zhang Fan is thrilling. The most important point is that Zhang Fan has not used his martial soul once to reach this point.
situation.
In more than 20 games, the support rate has gone from zero to more than 80% now, and it is still increasing rapidly. Ye Xuan comes here early every day. Every time she sees the young man in white robe, she
A touch of attachment will arise in my heart.
Her beautiful eyes fell on the young man in white robe, and her eyes were slightly obsessed with him. He was a waste a month ago, and he was a talented boy a month later. There was a huge gap between them. Everyone knew how huge the gap was between Ye Xuan and the wind.
The hair that came over was gently lifted above the ears, and the beautiful eyes looked unblinkingly at the young man in white robe standing with his hands behind his back, that young man who had been creating miracles!
The fourth level of perception fluctuated back and forth. Zhang Fan stared at the man opposite him, and the vortex in his body began to stir.
The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Fan, a look of surprise flashed across his face. This young man was still creating miracles, and he sincerely believed that this young man would still create miracles this time.
The young man's strength may not be very good, but his spirit, his spirit of never giving up, will always shock everyone.
He is not a person who can be manipulated by others. He is an eagle soaring in the sky. The huge sky is his real stage. He has a feeling that this young man will definitely set off a storm in Wuhun Continent.
Intuition, absolute intuition, the middle-aged man believed it sincerely.
"start!"
After a long while, the middle-aged man's voice fell, and then he retreated from the fighting platform.
"drink!"
The man standing opposite Zhang Fan obviously knew some information about Zhang Fan. The moment the martial spirit emerged, the weapon in his hand swung sideways and flew towards Zhang Fan's body with a fierce attack. At the same time,
The figure also rushed forward under the gentle stream of light.
This young man is not simple, so he decided from the very beginning to use violent blows to defeat the opponent here.
This young man is really not simple. Even the existence of blue brand warriors cannot stop Zhang Fan!
Purple light swept out from Zhang Fan's body, and his body rushed forward at that moment. The noisy sound would always disappear at this time, and all eyes fell on the white-robed boy, waiting for him.
The moment when another miracle was created.
Dark horse? Zhang Fan can now be said to be the darkest dark horse in the Martial Arts Hall. Who in the entire Liuyun Kingdom doesn’t know the name Fengling? The previous knowledge was that Zhang Fan was a waste, but the current knowledge has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Fengling is a talented young man!
Fengling is a role model for young people!
Fengling is a model for mothers to learn from their children every night!
Fengling! Fengling! Fengling's name has become the most lively topic in Liuyun Kingdom. Maybe everyone is talking about it on the street.
And because Fengling exists in the Martial Arts Hall, the Martial Arts Hall is always overcrowded!
The moment the two figures came into contact, a screeching sound erupted, and the real battle began again.
Half an hour later, between the purple lights, a sword, a simple sword, was placed on the man's neck. The white robe was still spotless, and the temperament revealed by his body, the temperament revealed by his bones, and his essence were reflected.
He, Zhang Fan, is like an undefeated god of war in the martial arts hall.
There was a moment of silence, and then the noise sounded again. The entire martial arts hall seemed to be half asleep, and the victorious one suddenly began to boil.
Blue brand warrior? At this moment, Zhang Fan once again created an opportunity. At this point, he will enter the level of purple brand warrior. This battle will be the battle where Fengling once again takes the Liuyun Kingdom by storm. This stop will also be the battle where Fengling once again becomes popular.
A battle that created a miracle.
Strength! Strength is not absolute at this time! Spirit is what everyone should learn!
"You lost!" Zhang Fan said calmly, his dark eyes falling on the man.
"Yeah." The man looked a little decadent and his eyes were dull.
Looking at the young man in white robe in front of him, maybe he is still young, maybe his strength is not strong, maybe he is still a young man, but the opponent's combat experience is completely unmatched by him, and his level of skills makes him feel
There was pressure, and Zhang Fan's existence subverted something.,
With absolute strength, as long as you firmly believe in everything, you will also create miracles!
Feng Ling did not kill, which made the man's heart slightly fluctuate. He even discovered a problem. As long as Feng Ling's opponent treats him peacefully and does not kill him, Feng Ling will leave his opponent's life in the end!
"Feng Lingsheng!"
The middle-aged man has developed a habit. Every time Zhang Fan takes the stage, he will say these three words, and these three words have been prepared for a long time.
Three simple words once again made the noise in the venue even louder.
Ouyang Xianer waved her little hands, feeling proud in her heart.
Feng Batian didn't move at all, but his heart was filled with relief.
Ye Xuan screamed without any identity, she was like a crazy fan at this time.
Zi Ling has also completely received Ye Xuan's compliments these days. She screams with Ye Xuan and feels very comfortable.
Coming to the dim hall, Zhang Fan leaned against the stone pillar again, closed his eyes and began to recover. The fourth level of Zixia Kung Fu was indeed strong, but with each promotion, his pressure would become more and more intense.
The bigger.
His mind was trembling slightly, pressure? The greater the pressure, the better. He really enjoyed this feeling. Maybe he was physically and mentally exhausted every time he returned to the family, but the next day, the energy in his body would become stronger.
, in half a month, Zixia Kung Fu has grown a lot compared to when it first started to advance, and is one step closer to breaking through again.
As for Ji Tong's technique, in this half-month period, he also broke through the level of meat refining and reached the stage of bone refining. The strength of his body also changed with the advancement of this technique.
Zhang Fan's height has become taller again in half a month. Compared with his peers, his height is already considered top-notch.
A day passed by in a blink of an eye for Zhang Fan. When he walked out of the martial arts hall, Zhang Fan just wanted to go back to his family and lie down on the bed to have a good rest. The two purple-brand warrior battles that followed made his body and mind completely exhausted.
People who can reach the level of Purple Brand Warrior are very powerful. If they hadn't relied on Xuanyuan Da's sharp edge at the critical moment, they would have been defeated.
Xuanyuan is a very good thing, but Zhang Fan understands that he must not rely on Xuanyuan to a certain extent, otherwise it will have a certain impact on his future achievements.
That's why Zhang Fan will choose to use it every time when it is critical and irresistible. This is his nature, and no one can change this nature.
The three of them had not gone far when rapid footsteps sounded. Zhang Fan looked back and saw the figures of two girls appearing in front of him.
"Feng Ling...!"
Ye Xuan trotted to Zhang Fan's side, wiped the sweat from her white forehead, then blinked at him and said, "You are so great."
Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile. Every time the game ended, Ye Xuan would follow up and say a word, and Zhang Fan would respond with a thank you, and this time was no exception.
A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face and he said directly: "Thank you!"
Ye Xuan had a smile on her face after hearing this. She was about to say something, but when she saw Zhang Fan's exhausted face, she moved her lips and said, "You have a good rest, I will continue to support you."
Zhang Fan nodded lightly and followed Feng Batian towards the family.
Looking at Zhang Fan's leaving figure, Ye Xuan's eyes once again showed a look of obsession. What girl doesn't like to marry a strong man? And Zhang Fan is definitely the best among the younger generation of Liuyun Kingdom.
The existence, and the gap between the front and back, Zhang Fan's figure was deeply imprinted in Ye Xuan's heart.
Looking at her young lady's appearance, Zi Ling couldn't help but say: "Miss!"
Ye Xuan didn't respond to her words, she couldn't help but stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of her eyes and said: "Miss, you must have fallen in love with Master Feng Ling, right?"
Ye Xuan reflected, her little face turned red, and with a smile on her lips, she said directly: "Walk home."
"Oh!" Zi Ling made a long sound. Now Ye Xuan uses various excuses and various methods to sneak out every day. Every time she goes back, she will be scolded by the owner of the family, but Ye Xuan is so tired that she doesn't tire!
Returning to the family, returning to the room after dinner, Feng Ling lay directly on the bed. The consumption of the next two games was really too much. She lay comfortably on the bed for a while, supported herself with her hands to sit up, and entered again.
reached a state of cultivation.
Late at night, Zhang Fan clearly felt his perception fluctuate. He suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, and found a black figure standing outside the door.
The purple light beat slowly, it was an unfamiliar aura, and one could clearly sense a trace of murderous intent on that person.
Zhang Fan closed his eyes and became silent.
The door opened, and the figure walked in gently. His footsteps were so light that if Zhang Fan hadn't been so perceptive at this time, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.
The chilling aura deepened, and Zhang Fan could clearly feel the energy on the figure fluctuating.