"I really didn't expect that Lin Fan from the Thirteenth Hall actually defeated Aofang head-on!"
"Haha, this is not surprising. After all, Aofang used some dishonorable means to defeat Senior Brother Mo. It is reasonable for him to be defeated now."
"I have to say that Junior Brother Lin Fan beat me really hard to relieve his anger."
"..."
A lively discussion suddenly broke out in the audience.
Countless pairs of eyes focused on Lin Fan.
Those who originally had doubts about Lin Fan's strength were speechless when faced with the outcome of this battle.
Regarding Deng Qingming, some people say that this is just spreading rumors, which is far from the actual situation.
Some people say that the defeat of Wu Dalang was due to external force and not Lin Fan's own strength at all.
But in today's battle, Lin Fan completely defeated Ao Fang, who was half a step above the supreme realm, and this was even under the premise that Ao Fang used some unknown and terrifying method.
No one dared to question Lin Fan's strength.
He is the one who can defeat the half-step supreme power with the second stage of creation!
From today on, Lin Fan's name will be resounding throughout the entire Sword God Sect.
Especially in Jiange, Lin Fan's reputation has reached a boiling point.
Mo Wentian has always been kind to others and is very popular in Jiange. He was defeated by Ao Fang in despicable ways. Many people felt angry in their hearts. Now Lin Fan vented his anger on Mo Wentian and taught Ao Fang a lesson.
Naturally, he won the respect of the disciples of Jiange.
"Aofang, you don't deserve the spot for sword fighting. Now, it's mine!"
Lin Fan stood on the edge of the fighting platform, looked down at Aofang, and said loudly.
The sound echoes continuously between heaven and earth.
It was transmitted to everyone's ears very clearly.
Aofang collapsed on the ground, covered in blood, and his chest was heaving violently like a blower.
He only felt that Lin Fan's figure was particularly dazzling, like a scorching sun, which actually made him feel dizzy.
As for the other disciples of the eighth branch, as well as those who had originally gathered around Aofang, no one came forward at this moment.
Aofang has gone from that super dark horse to a poor guy that no one cares about.
But as the saying goes, poor people must be hateful, and Lin Fan had no sympathy for him at all.
The corner of Aofang's mouth twitched twice, and with two trembling bloody hands, he supported the ground and stood up with difficulty.
At this time, a pair of weak, boneless hands reached out, grabbed Aofang's waist, and helped him up.
"Xiaorou..."
Aofang turned his head and looked at the woman beside him. His nose felt sore and his eyes suddenly became moist.
The peak ushered in hypocritical support.
Witness true friends at dusk.
Only when he fell into the dust at this moment did Aofang realize that this woman who had never been looked at seriously by him was the only one who was truly good to him.
At this moment, Aofang felt a burst of regret in his heart, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind to treat Ye Xiaorou well.
But the next moment.
Ye Xiaorou's expression changed and she kicked Aofang on the waist, causing him to fall to the ground on the spot.
"Look at your ugly face, why do you really treat me like a bitch?" Ye Xiaorou put one hand on her hips and pointed at Aofang with the other, and said with spittle flying around, "I tell you, I've had enough.
I won’t serve you anymore! You used to be indifferent to me, but now, I’ve made it impossible for you to climb up!”
After saying that, Ye Xiaorou raised her chin, turned around and left.
Very arrogant.
Aofang was left alone, messy in the wind.
On the other side, Chu Ling'er opened her mouth and murmured: "I didn't expect that Ye Xiaorou is also a sweetheart..."
Later, Lin Fan, surrounded by his brothers and sisters, returned to the Thirteenth Hall.
In this battle, Lin Fan was seriously injured and needed to be nursed back to health.
Especially a broken arm.
Yu Wushuang's sword energy has a unique destructive energy, and it actually prevents Lin Fan from rebirth after his broken arm.
So even Lin Fan didn't grow his arms that quickly.
….
Battle Stage Management Office.
"What do you think?" Liu Banshan looked at the old battle stage administrator with a smile and asked.
The old man gently stroked the beard on his chin and said slowly: "In the last battle against Wu Dalang, Lin Fan vented some of Wu Dalang's momentum before the battle began, further narrowing the gap between the two sides, and finally relying on that
Earth-level sword energy turns defeat into victory!"
"In this battle, Lin Fan showed his weakness to the enemy. When Aofang thought he had a chance to win, he unleashed all his strength and used his sword intent to enhance his sword skills to repel Aofang."
"I have to say that this kid Lin Fan not only has talent and strength, but he also has a brain."
"In our Jiange, there are clouds of geniuses and monsters like rain, but there are really not many who have such a clear mind during a war."
"On this point alone, this guy is, yes, a good prospect."
"And have you noticed that Lin Fan's physical body is very strong, and his aura seems to be quite special. This kid has many secrets in his body."
Liu Banshan looked at the old man in surprise and said, "It seems that you think highly of him."
"Haha, if nothing else, this guy is polite and at least looks pleasing to the eye." The old man laughed a few times and said.
Liu Banshan added: "Moreover, when Aofang used his sword energy just now, Lin Fan noticed it immediately and made a dodge action, otherwise he would be defeated. His keen insight also made me
Quite surprised. I admit, my interest in this guy is getting higher and higher."
"Why, are you interested in accepting a disciple?" the old man asked.
Liu Banshan smiled, but did not answer the old man's words directly. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the horizon, and said pointedly: "It seems that some people need to be beaten."
….
Jiange is a place surrounded by green mountains and green waters.
A young man with long flowing hair and handsome appearance was lying lazily and casually on a round and smooth boulder, holding his head with one hand.
It is Yu Wushuang.
Suddenly, an almost invisible faint light flew from the sky.
Yu Wushuang raised his right hand, and the glimmer of light gently fell on the center of his palm.
"Huh? Aofang actually lost to Lin Fan. What a waste."
"Haha, interesting, really interesting."
"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, it seems that after defeating this good-for-nothing Aofang and escaping from my sword energy, I gave you some unrealistic fantasies."
"It is very unwise to speak harsh words before you have the strength."
"Because I can't help but crush you to death like an ant!"
The corners of Yu Wushuang's mouth raised slightly, with a sunny smile on his face, but the words he said made anyone who heard them feel chills all over their body!
After finishing his words, Yu Wushuang clenched his hands.
With a "bang" sound, the glimmer of light was directly crushed by his hand, turning into countless light spots and scattering.
Afterwards, Yu Wushuang slowly stood up.
But just when he was about to leave, an old man with a fluttering white beard and a fairy-like spirit appeared in front of him.
Yu Wushuang quickly clasped her fists and bowed, and respectfully called Master.
This old man is none other than Yu Wushuang’s master, Elder Yin, one of the ten elders of Jiange!
Elder Yin looked at Yu Wushuang with his hands behind his back and asked: "Wushuang, the Sword Battle Conference is coming soon. How are you preparing for it?"
Yu Wushuang was slightly startled, and then said: "Master, please rest assured, Wushuang will win a point for my sword pavilion!"
"Well, it's good that you have such confidence." Elder Yin nodded with satisfaction and said, "But don't be careless or distracted. Just be prepared."
After saying that, Elder Yin disappeared like a bubble.
Yu Wushuang was a little confused for a moment.
But soon, he took a deep breath.
Master came here specifically to warn him.
Could it be that Master still thinks highly of Lin Fan, so he stops himself from attacking him?
Or is it that someone spoke for Lin Fan?
Yu Wushuang was not sure of the deep meaning behind Elder Yin's move.
However, his idea of revenge against Lin Fan had to be abandoned.
"I really don't know what kind of bad luck you have..."
Yu Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "But from now on, you can hold the sword with one hand!"