"He's really an idiot. He doesn't even know who his opponent is. "
"Idiot. Eldest Senior Brother defeated Nangong Wan 'er. How could he admit defeat?"
"Personal disciple? Are you out of your mind?"
One after another, Xu Jin's face turned green from anger. He unsheathed his sword and slashed at Yun Fan without saying a word.
Yun Fan took a step back and punched the sword, blocking it.
"You have some strength. However, if you think you can defeat me just because you defeated Nangong Wan 'er, then you are wrong."
The sword emitted a dazzling radiance that slowly extended to the tip of the sword. It quickly transformed into a roaring light dragon and charged forward ferociously.
"You are not the only one who has the concept. I have it too. Golden Dragon Breaks the Sky! "
The light dragon with the concept of metal charged at Yun Fan with an unstoppable force. Yun Fan swung his fist unhurriedly.
The second level of the Emptiness Realm contained the concept of earth.
Under the huge impact, Yun Fan was sent flying. Before he could stand up, Xu Jin's sword stabbed at him.
"I forgot to mention that my concept of metal is also at the second level of the Emptiness Realm. It's too late to admit defeat. Die! "
Another light dragon rushed out. This time, the light dragon was much bigger. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Yun Fan swung his fist again.
"You are overestimating yourself … No, this is impossible!"
As soon as Xu Jin said this, he saw the insufferably arrogant light dragon disperse under the punches.
This attack was much stronger than the previous one. Previously, it was able to push his opponent back, but this time, it didn't even budge.
"Hehe, the direct disciple of the sect is really powerful. If I didn't have some trump cards, I would have died. Thank you, Senior Brother, for your advice. Now, Senior Brother, take a punch from me. "
When the punch was thrown, the wind started blowing.
A strong wind started blowing. With Yun Fan's fist as the center, the strong wind rapidly rotated and contracted. An earthy yellow light emitted from his fist, like a container, gradually enveloping Feng Xuan.
The earthy yellow light wrapped around the whirlwind and rushed out like a round bomb, colliding with the light dragon released by the longsword.
Boom!
A figure was sent flying, and before he even landed, he spat out a rain of blood.
His body flew out of the arena and slid for a hundred meters before crashing to the ground. If it weren't for the array formation supporting the arena, there would have been a big hole in the ground.
Due to the support of the formation, the impact was even stronger. His body bounced a few times on the ground, leaving behind a trail of blood.
The disciple next to him took a closer look. Who else could it be other than Xu Jin!
"Tsk, what are you being arrogant about? You're really overestimating yourself. You can't even take a punch from Eldest Senior Brother. "
"Direct disciple? So many resources, what a waste!"
Xu Jin, who was just about to get up, could not help but spurt another mouthful of blood when he heard the whispers of the surrounding disciples. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
"Fainted? Are you kidding me? Is this what the Transcending Mortality Stage looks like? "
"Tsk, what do you know? He must be faking it. Think about it, he's a direct disciple. If he were to open his eyes now, where would his face be! "
The arena was as noisy as the market.
In the spectator's seats, Xu Guanghui pursed his lips and said, "That's really mean!"
"Elder Xu, you're only allowing officials to set fires, but not allowing the common people to light lamps! You weren't this angry when Wan 'er lost! "
Xu Guanghui looked at Gong Liangbo, then shifted his gaze to An Zhengping.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not asking for much. I just want to leave that brat An Yongqiang alive."
After the third round, there were only eight people left. Among them, Yun Fan recognized quite a few. An Yongqiang, Feng Hui, and Baili Wuhen!
To be able to fight to this stage, the remaining four disciples were at least in the eighth level of the Element Gathering Tier. Of course, luck played a part in this.
The drawing of lots began again. What made Yun Fan depressed was that he drew the same number as last time, a two again. Even he wondered if he was a little stupid.
Yang Ningshuang rolled her eyes at Yun Fan, then raised her head to look at the second arena. Then, the corners of her lips curled up.
"This second arena is really a lucky arena. Those who go up are all direct disciples!"
Yun Fan raised his head and saw that the person standing on the arena was An Yongqiang.
Unlike Yun Fan, An Yongqiang was very happy to draw a two. After witnessing Yun Fan's ability, the last people he wanted to meet were Baili Wuhen and Yun Fan.
Watching Baili Wuhen walk to the first arena, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
It couldn't be that Yun Fan drew a two both times, could it?
As long as it wasn't him, then he would enter the top four. By then, he would be able to participate in the Dragon Rank Tournament after defeating the weakest one.
He looked at the other arenas with a happy expression, only to see that the people from other arenas had already gone up. And his arena didn't react for a long time. Suddenly, an ominous feeling welled up in him.
Damn it, it can't be so coincidental, right?
"Yun Fan, you drew a two again?"
"Yes, my luck is really bad. I always draw a two."
Yun Fan nodded and walked up. There were only four numbers in total, and the two seemed to be stuck to him.
An Yongqiang's mouth twitched violently.
Damn it, what do you mean your luck is bad? It's my luck that's bad!
You can f * cking fight anyone, but I'm the only one who can't! If I lose, won't I have no more chances?
Be it Nangong Wan'er or Xu Jin, they didn't have the ability to challenge me in their current state. If he lost, even if Yun Fan showed mercy, he would still have to face Baili Wuhen and Feng Hui.
Originally, he thought that after this round, he would have an eighty percent chance of winning against Feng Hui in the next round. Now, he didn't even have a chance.
"That … I want to admit defeat!"
An Yongqiang was silent for a long time before he finally spoke. Only by admitting defeat could he maintain his current state. By then, he could still challenge Feng Hui.
"Senior Brother, you're a direct disciple. Isn't that inappropriate? You're throwing away the face of a direct disciple! If I agree, won't those direct disciples hate me too? "
Yun Fan had a troubled expression, which made An Yongqiang want to curse.
Wouldn't they hate me if I didn't agree? Who wouldn't hate you as long as you're a direct disciple?
An Yongqiang still wanted to speak, but he saw Yun Fan stretch out his fist slowly.
"Senior Brother, give me some pointers!"
Pointers my ass. Do you still need pointers?
An Yongqiang was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only swing his spear and stab it towards the fist.
He used all his strength in this attack. With Nangong Wan'er and Xu Jin as an example, he didn't dare to hold back anymore.
However, the full force of a Level 1 Mortal Shedding Stage martial skill had only stopped his opponent's fist. He didn't dare to give his opponent another chance. His spear shook and turned into a stream of light, shooting out.
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