Compared with the tense atmosphere of the Thirteenth Branch Hall, the Second Branch Hall of the Daoge is quite relaxing.
Wu Dalang didn't take this battle seriously at all. After returning from Fangshifeng, he was pulled to drink by Lei Yunheng.
The two drank until the evening before they separated.
The other disciples in the second branch did not take this battle too seriously.
After all, their senior brothers have always been opponents, half-step supreme power, and the most perfect luck is the best. This time the opponent is surprisingly weak, and he has only one period of luck.
Even if Lin Fan's strength is far beyond the realm, so what?
He still has no chance of winning.
Not only the disciples of the Second Division Hall were full of confidence in Wu Dalang, but basically all the disciples of the entire Knife Pavilion believed that Wu Dalang would win.
It was soon the next day, and it was almost noon.
The sword god sect is already crowded.
Zhanfeng is an extremely special place in the Sword God Sect. There are 18 battle platforms on Zhanfeng, and they are divided into quality, from low to high, namely character, earth and heavenly character, among which character
The battle platform is not a supreme strong person, and the ground-grade battle platform can withstand full-strength attacks at the supreme realm. As for the most advanced battle platform, even the most powerful person in the supreme realm cannot be damaged.
There are six battle platforms in each of the three types.
The battle platform where Lin Fan and Wu Dalang made an appointment this time was the No. 3 character battle platform.
Wu Dalang arrived early, sitting with his knees crossed his void, his arms crossed his chest, and his eyes closed.
The black knife "Feined Domineer" floated beside him, constantly floating, and a fierce and domineering aura continued to spread around him.
The mountain wind blew, blowing Wudalang's clothes roared.
There were countless disciples of the Sword God Sect around the battle platform.
In addition to the Knife Pavilion and the Sword Pavilion, many other disciples from the Gun Pavilion and the Stick Pavilion also came here to watch the battle.
"Why haven't Lin Fan come yet? Could it be that he retreated at the last minute?"
"You didn't see this? Not only Lin Fan did not come, but none of the disciples of the Thirteenth Branch of the Jiange were here. It seems that Lin Fan really has to avoid the battle this time."
"I said why are you anxious? The appointment time is noon, and it's not yet here!"
"I also believe that Junior Brother Lin Fan will come."
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Before the battle began, and before one of the protagonists appeared, a heated discussion arose from the audience.
Several people even became arguments because their words were too intense.
Some people even made an appointment to fight on the spot and went directly to the battlefield.
However, Wu Dalang on the stage was quite calm, his face was like a stagnant pool of water, without any turmoil.
For Wu Dalang, today's matter is actually quite simple.
If Lin Fan goes to fight, he defeats him and then steps under his feet and humiliates him hard.
If Lin Fan could not escape the battle, he had his own means to completely destroy Lin Fan's reputation, and even affected his swordsmanship, which was not considered a heavy gift from the thunder clouds.
So no matter whether Lin Fan appears today or not, Wu Dalang has a way to deal with him.
On both sides of the No. 3 character battle platform, there is a commanding height.
There is a specially added viewing position on it," the seat.
At this moment, on the battlefield in the east, there were several figures with aura, each of which was like a peerless sword, as if it could easily pierce the sky.
Among them is Mo Wentian.
However, as a disciple of the third cabinet of Jiange, Mo Wentian did not occupy the best position here, but stood behind. Fortunately, he was tall, and even if he stood in the back row, he could still easily overlook the entire body.
Battle Stage.
On the left hand of Mo Wentian was a handsome and thin man with his eyelids drooping, looking like he was not awake, but no one dared to underestimate him, because this person was a disciple of the second cabinet of Jiange.
Ye Leng, who is still above Mowentian!
On Mo Wentian's right hand was a slightly fat young man with very white skin. His face often had harmless smiles. Whenever he smiled, his eyes would squint into a slit. He was Jiange
The fourth cabinet disciple, as for his cultivation, is also half a step ahead, and is named Le Tian.
Don’t ask about the ancient ways of heaven and the warm heart, the righteousness is weak, the leaves are cold on the outside and the inside are hot. As for Lotte, people are as famous as they are, they are a Lotte school and rarely have conflicts with people.
These three people are the most outstanding among the disciples of the Jiange Cabinet. Behind them are several other top ten cabinet disciples, all of whom are present except Ye Lingyun.
But even Ye Leng, a disciple of the second cabinet, did not stand in the main position.
There is another person who occupies the main position.
He was a tall and handsome young man with long flowing hair, sword eyebrows on his temples, a gentle smile like spring breeze on his face, but his eyes were filled with a difficult arrogance.
He also wore the sword pavilion and sword pavilion costume, but unlike Ye Leng, Mo Wentian and others, his clothes collars and cuffs were all inlaid with gold edges, which was very textured.
And it is this Phnom Penh that highlights his identity.
This is a true disciple!
Moreover, this person's aura was vast and powerful, and his body was always filled with extremely sharp sword intent, which made Ye Leng and others feel the pressure of vagueness, which is enough to show that his cultivation level is higher.
"That short guy on the stage is Wu Dalang of the Dao Pavilion?" The young man pointed to Wu Dalang on the battlefield and asked softly.
"Yes." Ye cold nodded beside the young man.
"Haha." The young man smiled lightly, not knowing what he was laughing at.
After a moment, the young man frowned, gently lit his temples with his fingers, and said, "His challenger, that Lin, Lin..."
"Lin Fan." Ye Leng reminded.
"Yes, it's called this name." The young man nodded and said, "Master asked me to take care of him so that he would not be too seriously injured by Wu Dalang. But this kid is too arrogant, maybe
His talent is indeed pretty good. If he goes by a few years, the half-step supreme will no longer be far away, but now..."
Speaking of this, the young man shook his head.
Obviously, he did not think that Lin Fan was Wu Dalang's opponent.
Perhaps in his opinion, Lin Fan is just a naughty young man who doesn't know how to be tall and thick.
"Does Senior Brother Yu think Junior Brother Lin Fan lose?" Mo Wentian asked in a voice.
The tone is a bit stiff.
Mo Wentian is a straight-hearted person. During the battle of Biya Mountain, he met Lin Fan and had a good impression of the latter. He didn't think Lin Fan was the kind of person who was sensational and was aroused by others, so he heard the young man.
After evaluating it, I felt unhappy.
"Um?"
The young man snorted coldly and turned his head to look at Mo Wentian.
The eyes are cold.
"Senior Brother Yu," Letian quickly stepped forward and said, "Wentian has no other meaning, but we don't want Lin Fan to lose, after all, he is my disciple of Jiange."
The young man said, "You don't want to see Lin Fan lose. Do I just hope? Master specifically asked me to come here to take care of Lin Fan. Don't you know what he meant?"
"Could it be..." Everyone's faces changed.
The young man is a true disciple, so his master is naturally the elder of Jiange.
Why did the noble elders take special care of a cabinet disciple?
Unless, he has the intention to accept disciples!
"Haha... everything is still unknown. The specific result depends on his performance in this battle." The young man smiled meaningfully and said.
After saying that, he looked at the platform to the west.
There are also a few extraordinary figures there.
Mainly, there were disciples from the top of the Knife Pavilion. Everyone surrounded a tall and burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes like stars.
The young man also had gold edges on his clothes, and he was actually a true disciple!
True disciples do not show up too much, and they often practice in seclusion or practice outside. However, today's duel actually attracted two true disciples, Daoge and Jiange. This situation is rare.
Perhaps because he felt the peeping gaze, the true disciple of the Dao Pavilion also turned around and looked over.
The two true disciples collided with their eyes.
Mars seems to be excited in the sky.
Jiange Zhenzhi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled coldly, and withdrew his gaze.
The true snorted coldly, deliberately increasing his voice, so that most of the people on the Zhan Peak could hear his voice, "It seems that the disciples of Jiange are so courageous and shameless. They agreed to go to the battlefield to make an appointment, but they are about to fight again.
It's a joke that you're timid and dare not show up! Hahaha!"
"Qin Laohei, if you can't speak, don't say it. No one thinks you are a mute!" The true master of Jiange immediately retorted, "My Jiange disciples are like dragons, so how can you let you slander them at will! Besides, some people, especially
I am a person who has just started, how can I represent my disciple of Jiange!"
"Haha, the truth is that it is noon soon, but your disciples in Jiange still haven't shown up." Daoge True Master shrugged and said.
The true gaze of Jiange's true master suddenly became gloomy.
Looking at the arrogant face of the sword Pavilion True Tea opposite and listening to the discussions of many disciples below, his hand, which was huddled under his sleeves, couldn't help but clench his fists.
There is not much time left until noon.
But Lin Fan still did not show up.
None of the others in the Thirteenth Branch Hall showed up.
Now, not only the disciples of the Knife Pavilion, but also many disciples of the Jiange Pavilion think that Lin Fan dare not come.
Many people began to curse Lin Fan secretly.
It's strange that the people who scolded Lin Fan now were the people who boasted that Lin Fan was so brave, fierce and invincible.
"Swish!"
On the battle stage, Wu Dalang opened his eyes.
He looked around and said with a thunderous sound: "Lin Fan! I count three numbers. If you don't show up again, you don't have to show up."
"three!"
"two!"
Just when Wu Dalang was about to shout "One".
"Here you come, my junior brother is here!"
A sharp, thin, crisp female voice came.
"Swish swish swish swish!"
Countless people looked in the sound and saw a group of people coming with swords.