In the Martial Arts Pavilion, there is a white-haired old man. He is Fang Zhentian, the elder of the Fang family. His status in the Fang family is second only to the ancestor of the Fang family.
He saw clearly what happened in the audience just now. He admired Meng Bufan's performance very much.
Call over a disciple of the Fang family who is learning martial arts in the attic.
"Go and call the clan leader Fang Qiang over."
The disciple turned around and left the martial arts pavilion, flying towards the courtyard where the clan leader lived.
"Great Elder, why are you calling me?" Fang Qiang is about fifty years old. He looks very similar to Fang Gang. They are both powerful, tall and upright.
"The selection competition for Fang Mansion is coming soon. Do you have a suitable candidate in mind now?"
Fang Qiang was confused, when did the Great Elder care so much about these trivial matters? However, he still answered respectfully.
"There are currently four preliminary candidates, my son Fang Yuntian, your grandson Fang Xiaowei, the third elder's granddaughter Fang Qianqian, and Fang Hai who was taught by the ancestor himself. They are now all at the peak of the late Wuzong, and the family selection will be made in three days.
Dial the competition. Choose one among the four of them to represent our Fang family in the Family Arena Ranking Tournament."
The Great Elder Fang Zhentian continued to ask, "There is a young man named Meng Bufan, who is he?"
"Oh, he is the godson of my second brother Fang Gang. He has good talent, but he is only in the middle stage of Wuzong now and cannot take our place in the arena ranking competition."
Fang Zhentian snorted coldly: "Humph, if I hadn't seen it today, I would have missed this piece of jade. He can easily defeat Fang Qing with one move. In my opinion, even Fang Hai and the others cannot defeat Fang Qing with one move."
Right? In the selection competition three days later, this Meng Bufan will also be included."
After a pause, Fang Zhentian continued: "Go in person and bring the young man over to see if our Fang Family Martial Arts Pavilion has martial arts suitable for him."
Fang Qiang said: "Okay. Although the Fang family's martial arts will never be passed on to outsiders, Meng Bufan was very grateful to his second brother for his help and even sent 100,000 top-quality spiritual stones to the Fang family. This is a good boy who is very helpful to us.
We have a strong sense of identity as a family, so we are no longer considered outsiders.”
Fang Zhentian smiled and cursed: "Why don't you bring him over quickly?"
Fang Qiang personally brought Meng Bufan to the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Along the way, Meng Bufan was confused. Why did Fang Qiang bring him to the Martial Arts Pavilion?
Looking at the gray-haired Fang Zhentian, Meng Bufan had more questions in his heart. The old man in front of him was very domineering, and his cultivation level should at least be at the peak of Empress Wu's period.
Fang Zhentian looked at Meng Bufan with appreciative eyes, as if appreciating a piece of unparalleled jade.
"Kid, you are not an outsider after all. Now the Fang family's martial arts pavilion is open to you, including the third floor. You can choose any of the martial arts here and see if there is anything suitable for you."
Meng Bufan was shocked. He heard Fang Yu say that Fang Yu wanted to enter the third floor without permission. Now, the great elder asked him to randomly choose martial arts in the entire martial arts pavilion? Meng Bufan didn't believe his ears.
"Great Elder, do you want me to choose martial arts at the martial arts pavilion?"
"Yes, the clan leaders agreed." Fang Zhentian pointed at Fang Qiang, who had been standing aside.
"Fan'er, yes, you and your sister are both members of the Fang family. You all have the rights that other disciples of the Fang family have."
Meng Bufan was still a little touched in his heart. No matter his godfather or godmother, nor the clan leader, elders, or ancestors, he and his sister were not regarded as outsiders.
So Meng Bufan did not refuse and followed the patriarch Fang Qiang to the attic.
Meng Bufan looked through each book carefully, but could not find any martial arts that suited him.
The foundation of the Fang family is still not as good as that of the Dongxuan Sect.
What's more, Meng Bufan went to the Divine Continent and his taste has changed. The martial arts collected from Wen Tianxiong and others are the worst and the best at the Xuan level. Now, these martial arts of the Fang family are indeed indifferent to him.
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Fang Qiang was a little anxious when he saw that Meng Bufan had read through the entire Martial Arts Pavilion and hadn't chosen a martial arts book yet. He secretly thought to himself: Are our Fang family's martial arts that bad? You can't even look down on any of them.
In the end, Meng Bufan still didn't choose any martial arts. It's not that he was being pretentious, there really was no martial arts suitable for him.
Seeing Meng Bufan empty-handed, Fang Zhentian was helpless.
Meng Bufan sincerely said to Fang Zhentian and Fang Qiang: "Thank you, the elder and the clan leader, for your care for me. Although I didn't choose the martial arts that suits me, I am very grateful."
Fang Qiang said to Meng Bufan: "In a few days, there will be a selection competition for the Fang family. Fan'er, will you also participate?"
Meng Bufan nodded.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and today was the day of the Fang Family Selection Competition. One person needed to be selected to represent the Fang Family in the Family Ranking Tournament.
Under the Fang family's martial arts arena, there was a sea of people, at least 10,000 to 20,000 people gathered.
Today is a big day for the Fang family, and everyone came out to watch the fun.
There are five participants, Fang Yuntian, Fang Xiaowei, Fang Qianqian, Fang Hai, and Meng Bufan.
Because only the strongest one needs to be selected, only one person needs to hold the ring. Whoever stands in the ring last will be the strongest one and will represent the Fang family in the family ranking competition.
Godfather Fang Gang, godmother Yang Ying, as well as Fang Yu, Fang De and Meng Cuiyun were all surrounding Meng Bufan.
Yang Ying nervously handed over a glass of water, "Fan'er, drink some water first, don't be nervous."
Meng Bufan smiled easily. "No problem, I'm ready."
Fang Xiaowei was the first to jump onto the ring and asked, "Who comes up first to fight with me?" He looked up and down, looking full of energy and magnanimity.
Fang Yuntian laughed loudly, "Here I go, take my punch." After saying this, he punched.
The wind of the fist roars, and the force is like the wind.
Fang Xiaowei did not dare to neglect and shouted loudly, "Shattering Jade Fist!"
The two fists collided hard together, and both men took a few steps back.
Fang Yuntian laughed loudly: "Haha, have fun, come again."
For a while, the two of them were punching and kicking on the stage, and they were inseparable.
After half an hour, Fang Yuntian found an opportunity and kicked Fang Xiaowei on the shoulder with a side kick. Fang Xiaowei was severely kicked off the ring.
With a crisp laugh, Fang Qiqian, with her long skirt fluttering, floated onto the ring. She was not seen making any moves at all, and it was obvious that her body skills were what she was better at.
Fang Qianqian chuckled, "Brother Tian, I'm not going to compete with you guys in terms of strength. You can take my weapon."
After speaking, she raised her hands, and two red ribbons about three meters long appeared in her hands. The red ribbons were fluttering in the air, and she was wearing a green dress. She looked like a fairy descending to earth. She looked extremely ethereal.
beauty.
"Now Yuntian is in trouble. Sissi has just returned from Feiyun Palace to study martial arts. I heard that her martial arts skills are unpredictable."
Yang Ying told her husband Fang Gang.
Meng Bufan looked at Fang Qianqian on the stage with interest. Indeed, it was too difficult to use a ribbon as a weapon, and he didn't know what the ribbon was made of.
Fang Yuntian's face became serious. He also knew that Fang Qianqian was difficult to deal with. He flipped his wrist and took out his two-foot-long Fang Tianji.
Sweeping thousands of armies! Fang Yuntian held the Fangtian Halberd in both hands and swept it towards Fang Qianqian's position.
Fang Tianji's shadow covered most of the stage, and the extremely powerful Fang Tianji was faintly mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and its momentum was terrifying.
Fang Qianqian didn't see any movement, but she easily dodged Fang Yuntian's powerful blow.
She waved her hand casually, and the ribbon on her right hand was like a cloud, swaying lightly towards Fang Yuntian's neck. It seemed light, but the speed was very fast.
How dare Fang Yun let this ribbon wrap around his neck. He quickly retracted the Fang Tianji, swiped at the floating ribbon, and tried to pull the ribbon away with tyrannical force.
The red ribbon was like a red snake. When it touched the Fang Tianji, it was not shaken away by the huge force. Instead, it suddenly wrapped tightly around the middle part of the Fang Tianji.
Fang Yuntian quickly pulled the Fang Tianji in his hand. He believed that with his own strength, Fang Qianqian could not maintain a stalemate with him.
Just as he started to use his power, he found that the red silk on Fang Qiqian's left hand was like a snake, wrapping around his neck.
With nowhere to hide, Fang Yuntian had no choice but to give up the Fang Tianji in his hand and quickly retreated.
The winner was decided, and all of Fang Yuntian's weapons were taken away, so he had to admit defeat and jumped off the ring.
Meng Bufan was extremely curious about Fang Qianqian on the stage. She could use the ribbon so superbly, and the control of her power was really not easy. Using softness to overcome hardness allowed her to show her full potential. Fang Yuntian's fierceness was complemented by her soft power.
Under restraint, he didn't even perform at half of his level.
Seeing Fang Hai on the side eager to try, Meng Bufan quickly jumped onto the ring.
Meng Bufan didn't want to miss such a good opponent.
If a warrior wants to improve, the best way is to find opponents of similar level and fight non-stop.
Meng Bufan has never met an opponent before who can use his soft power so exquisitely. Now that he has met him, Meng Bufan doesn't want to miss the opportunity to compete.
Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, Fang Qianqian chuckled: "Little brother, why are you so impatient? Are you afraid that your sister will run away? If you want to compete, my sister will accompany you at any time."
After saying that, both hands danced at the same time. The two red silks were like two long whips, forming two semicircles in the air and quickly surrounding the position where Meng Bufan was standing.