Van Gogh's face became extremely ugly, and his whole body was filled with the meaning of blazing flames, causing the temperature of the surrounding space to soar, and the space seemed to have turned into a furnace.
The crowd looked at Van Gogh's face and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. This was the first time they had seen Van Gogh in such an angry state. Something was about to happen.
"Fan Gu is the seventh prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty. Although he is not as good as the eldest prince Fan Ye, his strength is not weak. He once defeated a person in the sixth level of King Yuan head-on. When he faced a sword, the outcome was unpredictable." Someone analyzed.
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"Do you dare to fight?" Van Gogh looked at Jian with a strong and domineering look, and his voice was thunderous, as if forcing Jian to make a decision.
Jian took a step forward and was about to speak, when another voice came from the crowd, which immediately attracted his attention.
"Gee, Mr. Fan, are you so anxious? Can you wait for the little girl to fight first?"
This voice obviously came from the mouth of a woman. The voice was gentle, delicate, and extremely sweet. It made people tremble after hearing it. It trembled, and the heart seemed to be frozen.
In an instant, countless people looked around, as if searching for the woman who was speaking, eager to catch a glimpse of her beauty.
A purple-gold light shone through Qin Xuan's eyes, seeming to penetrate all illusions. He saw a beautiful figure standing in the space in front of him, with a calm and calm expression. He looked at the people around him desperately searching for it, with a bit of pride in his eyes.
"Haha, since Miss Xia is here, why bother hiding, why not come out and see her." Van Gogh laughed, grabbed his hand suddenly, and a ball of flame light suddenly condensed in the space and shot out into the void.
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When the woman saw the fireball coming, her expression didn't change much. She just smiled slightly, showing her pure and sultry attitude.
She gently pointed her jade finger forward, and her fingertips shot out an extremely strong ice power, which instantly turned into an ice sword and shattered the flaming ball of light.
"This ice rule is not weak." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation. Of course, it was just appreciation. It was much worse than Mo Lishang's ice rule.
The next moment, everyone saw a woman strolling out of the void. She was wearing a long blue dress that perfectly outlined her exquisite figure. Her crystal clear eyes swept over everyone's faces, and there was always a smile on her lips.
This woman is extremely beautiful, with skin as good as snow, a small cherry mouth, and a delicate and flawless face. After one glance, people's minds are filled with endless reveries.
"Great Xia Zongxia is like snow, a woman as pure as snow, pure and lovely, rare in the world." Someone sighed with eyes closed, as if they were intoxicated by the scene just now and couldn't extricate themselves.
Xuanyuan Potian also stared at the woman, nodding from time to time, with a strange look in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He didn't know who he was smiling at.
"How does this woman compare to Ximen Bingyue?" A voice sounded in Xuanyuan Potian's ears.
"Of course she is." Xuanyuan Potian replied without thinking. He suddenly looked stunned, and then said seriously: "Of course she is inferior. Bingyue is my goddess, and no one can compare to me."
"If senior sister could hear what you said, I don't know what she would think." Qin Xuan couldn't help but sigh.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Potian turned his eyes, looked at Qin Xuan with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "I leave the matter between me and your senior sister to you."
Qin Xuan had a dark look on his face. Does this matter have anything to do with him? The master has already said that he will compete in a martial arts competition in Tianhuang City to find a bride in three months. Everything will depend on strength. What can he do?
At this time, Xia Ruxue walked lightly in front of the crowd, her beautiful eyes fell on the sword, and she looked up and down carefully, as if she wanted to remember this person who created a precedent.
"I have long heard that Jian Chi is extremely talented in swordsmanship and can defeat his opponents beyond two levels. When I saw him today, my little girl admired him for his demeanor." Xia Ruxue said with a smile.
"Thank you." Jian nodded slightly, and then stopped talking, causing Xia Ruxue's expression to change slightly. She took the initiative to praise the other person, but only received a compliment, which was really embarrassing.
"You are too hasty." Another voice came, and everyone turned their eyes, only to see a young man in white walking out of the crowd, his sword eyebrows flying sideways, his eyes as bright as stars, and his temperament as pure as dust.
"The Luo family and Luo Chunqiu, these three people are all here now. It seems that a good show is about to happen."
The faces of the crowd showed anticipation. Luo Chunqiu, Xia Ruxue, and Van Gogh were all equally powerful. They all came from big forces. Now all three of them have to challenge the sword. How should the order be determined?
"Everything has to come first, and I should fight him first." Van Gogh said calmly. He might be able to do other things, but he couldn't let him do this.
"Master Fan, what you said is wrong. We have all been waiting here for a long time. Although you are the first to show up, it does not mean that you are the first to come to the Wind King Tower." Xia Ruxue said with a smile, taking advantage of every opportunity and arguing with reason.
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"You..." Van Gogh looked stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Xia Ruxue to be so articulate, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Let's decide the order based on strength." Luo Chunqiu, who came last, spoke, his tone was very calm, as if he was saying very ordinary words.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the crowd suddenly changed. Luo Chunqiu's tone was so crazy. He decided the order based on his strength. How could he be so confident that he could beat the other two?
A sharp look flashed in Van Gogh's eyes, and he said to Luo Chunqiu: "Since Brother Luo wants to fight, I don't mind, but what if you lose?"
"If you lose, you should quit." Luo Chunqiu responded calmly.
"Have you decided yet? I don't have time to wait here for you to chat." Jian said in a cold tone, with a hint of anger in his tone.
Qin Xuan's eyes also flashed with a sharp look. The three of them seemed to have completely ignored the sword. They actually discussed who would fight the sword first, with casual tone. Do they really think they could definitely win against the sword?
Xuanyuan Potian shook his head, patted Jian's shoulder and said, "You are still too soft-hearted. Don't give too much face to some people."
The moment the voice fell, the space suddenly became quiet, and a series of horrified eyes looked at Xuanyuan Potian. What did this guy just say? Some people, don't give too much face, who are some people referring to?
Xuanyuan Potian's words successfully attracted the attention of Van Gogh, Xia Ruxue and Luo Chunqiu. The three of them stared at Xuanyuan Potian with evil intentions in their expressions. This guy is very crazy.
However, Xuanyuan Potian looked indifferent, put his hands on his hips, and ignored the gazes of the three people. The aura of Xuanyuan Palace's genius was immediately revealed.
"He's right. Now that we've come to the Demonic Wasteland, it's better to be a little crazy when you should be crazy. Being too low-key will inevitably lead to being ignored by others." Qin Xuan took a step forward and chuckled softly towards the sword.