Ji Yinglan didn't believe that she would lose to her most proud martial arts, not to mention that the opponent was only in the giant strength realm.
So, Ji Yinglan launched a fierce attack, and unleashed a completely different set of Qingyang Fufeng Sword Techniques, which were elegant and strangely cruel, and unparalleled.
"Good swordsmanship!" Bi Fan praised.
Several times, Bi Fan had to use the Qingyang Piaoxu Sword Art and the Dragon Tenghu Roaring Fist to save the situation. If he had used the Qingyang Fufeng Sword Art in the same way, Bi Fan would definitely be defeated.
This is a competition, not a sparring match, so Bi Fan doesn't want to lose.
Moreover, while fighting, Bi Fan continued to steal troops, so naturally he couldn't lose.
Once you lose, it may not be easy to experience such a sophisticated Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique in the future.
Bi Fan rolled his eyes and had his own plan in mind.
Ji Yinglan was already angry. When he heard Bi Fan's praise, it sounded like irony in his ears.
"Boy, don't be arrogant!" Ji Yinglan said loudly, his eyes were already red.
"Willows swing in the wind, willow leaves fly into flowers, thousands of willows fly into needles!" Ji Yinglan actually performed the last three unique moves of Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique in succession.
Bi Fan knew the three tricks, but when Ji Yinglan performed these three tricks, it was different.
The same three moves, in Ji Yinglan's hands, added a lot of changes, and the power doubled out of thin air.
Bi Fan's expression changed slightly, his purple feather sword shook slightly, and he changed his moves.
Bi Fan used the second style of the Qingyang Piaoxu Sword Technique, the Swift Wind Sword, and the Purple Feather Sword transformed into hundreds of sword shadows, which collided with Ji Yinglan's Green Bamboo Sword.
"Bang bang..." A violent collision sounded, and in an instant, the two men's swords had collided no less than a hundred times.
The people below the stands were dazzled and couldn't see the specific fighting situation at all.
"So strong! What an exquisite sword technique!" A disciple's eyes shone, full of envy and confidence.
"The same Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique turns out to be so powerful. It seems I have to study it carefully." A disciple who had just learned the Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique immediately made a decision.
"Senior Brother Ji Yinglan is really amazing. He has studied the Qingyang Fufeng Sword Art to such an extent that he can even compete with the Qingyang Piaoxu Sword Art." This old disciple obviously knew Ji Yinglan.
"Ji Yinglan is really good. She has understood the Qingyang Fufeng Sword Technique to this extent. It's a pity that her talent is not good, otherwise the Qingyang Sect will have one more strong person." Yu Qingyang sighed.
Yu Siyan was in high spirits and said: "Isn't Bi Fan pretty good? He will definitely become the pillar of Qingyang Clan in the future, and then my father will be much more relaxed."
"It's not in vain that I love you so much and you still think of me." Yu Qingyang smiled.
There was a lot of discussion below, and a fierce battle was going on above the martial arts arena.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Bi Fan and Ji Yinglan separated.
Bi Fan had sweat on his face, was panting, and his clothes were torn in several places.
Ji Yinglan looked tired, and her whole body seemed to be deflated.
"I lost..." After saying this, Ji Yinglan's face turned pale.
Ji Yinglan was struck by Bi Fan. He didn't expect that even though he tried his best and used the martial arts he had studied for more than ten years, he still couldn't defeat his junior brother who was weaker than him.
He knew Bi Fan. After all, Bi Fan had made a big splash in the selection of registered disciples last year.
Just like this, a young man who had just become an inner disciple defeated him with swordsmanship. He suddenly lost confidence in himself and even began to despair.
"No, this kid Yinglan is going to get into trouble. If he fails, he will be useless." Yu Qingyang's face looked a little ugly.
Bi Fan said seriously: "You did lose, because if I didn't show mercy, with the last move, I could stab him to death with just a little more force..."
After hearing Bi Fan's words, Ji Yinglan was already shaky and her face became even grayer.
"Damn it, no, that kid Bi Fan is so wicked. Now he's attacking that kid Yinglan. If it doesn't work, I have to step in, otherwise Yinglan will be really useless." Yu Qingyang was really anxious and actually exploded.
Bad language.
"Father, don't worry, Bi Fan is not that kind of person, and Ji Yinglan has not offended him, so he cannot add insult to injury." Yu Siyan quickly pulled Yu Qingyang back.
really.
Bi Fan continued: "However, I admire you very much. You have the deepest understanding of martial arts among the people I have ever met. If you continue to study, you may create a set of unique skills and add one to our Qingyang Sect."
A real stunt.”
"Really?" Ji Yinglan's eyes showed hope, and her face regained its energy.
"Of course! With a set of two-star sword techniques, you have increased its power to be comparable to three-star martial arts. The power of the last three moves is not even worse than that of four-star martial arts." Bi Fan said with a sincere face.
"But...but why did I lose in the end?" Ji Yinglan asked doubtfully. He still doesn't know where he lost.
Bi Fan smiled and said, "Because you met me, it's that simple."
After saying that, Bi Fan strode off the competition stage in great strides.
Looking at Bi Fan's back, Ji Yinglan looked thoughtful. He had overcome the shadow of failure, at least he would not become a waste.
Yu Qingyang laughed dryly, sat down and said, "Bi Fan has a pretty good character, Ji Yinglan should be fine."
"Father, you didn't believe me yet, do you now?" Yu Siyan chuckled.
Yu Siyan's smile was like a spring breeze, filling people with warmth and vitality.
Bi Fan didn't know that Yu Siyan knew and trusted him so much, otherwise he would burst into passion and get out of control.
Bi Fan walked down from the ring and found that there was a competition stage that was even more exciting. The competition stage was already surrounded by Qingyang Sect disciples.
Bi Fan walked over and took a look, it turned out that it was Monan fighting Jingfeng.
Monan and Jingfeng are old enemies. Since the selection of registered disciples, the two have started to compete. This is the fourth time this year. Jingfeng has won with a slight advantage every time.
But Monan was never discouraged. Instead, he worked hard to catch up, and the gap continued to narrow.
This time the inner disciples competed, Mo Nan and Jingfeng were still the two with the highest voices calling for the championship, and they did not disappoint their supporters, both maintaining a record of complete victory.
Many disciples even shouted to cheer up the people they liked.
"Jingfeng! Jingfeng! Champion!"
"Monan, **** Jingfeng, you are the champion!..."
"Push..." A female disciple screamed. She didn't know who she wanted to push down, or whether she wanted to be pushed down by Jingfeng.
Hearing this female disciple's shouting, countless men were stunned on the spot. It was too erotic and violent.
Jing Feng only felt chills all over his body and was also frightened to death.
"Jingfeng, it seems that your charm is getting stronger and stronger, and you actually want to push me down." Monan smiled, with a look of envy in his eyes.
Not to be outdone, Jingfeng said: "Your charm is so powerful that more and more men are cheering for you."
"Damn! Who is that because of? It's not because you are so charming that you offend all the male disciples." Monan was extremely depressed.
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