Chapter 17

On the martial arts field, Zhan Chen and Lan Xing stood facing each other. Following that, Pan Yue gave the order, "Let the match begin!"

Lan Xing leapt up, his feet using a mysterious footwork technique. His figure suddenly became blurry as he rushed towards Zhan Chen, wanting to take the initiative!

"This is actually the most precious footwork technique! Zhan Chen is in danger! "The people below couldn't help but exclaim. That's right, not only was there a difference in cultivation, even the difference in martial techniques was huge! Lan Xing, as the grandson of an elder, naturally had the best things.

On the other hand, when they saw that Zhan Chen was still standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do, everyone thought that this rash 'idiot' had been completely scared silly.

At this time, Lan Xing flew in front of Zhan Chen. The sword in his hand shot out like a poisonous snake, aiming straight for Zhan Chen's chest.

Zhan Chen instinctively wanted to dodge the sword, but he discovered that the speed of a twelfth level Martial Disciple's sword was far faster than his own reaction speed. It seemed like it was already too late!

At this time, he closed his eyes, his mind fusing with the Wandering Dragon Soul-Stirring Sword. Lan Xing's sword seemed to have been slowed down by a thousand times, moving like a snail. Zhan Chen took this opportunity to remember the trajectory of his sword. He suddenly opened his eyes, his body dodging by a hair's breadth.

On the other hand, when Lan Xing saw that his sword was about to hit Zhan Chen, and that his opponent had actually closed his eyes in 'fear', he couldn't help but reveal a disdainful smile. He had even started to plan in his heart how to deal with this brat later.

Just when Lan Xing could see the light of victory, he saw Zhan Chen's body slightly dodge at the last moment. Lan Xing's sword also missed by a hair's breadth, leaving Zhan Chen's chest wide open.

Zhan Chen couldn't help but smile. Gathering all the strength in his body, he unceremoniously punched Lan Xing's chest.

"Peng!" A thousand jin of force instantly exploded forth. With a 'kacha' sound, several of Lan Xing's ribs broke. He vomited a mouthful of blood as his body flew back ten meters.

All of this happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint. Before the onlookers could even see what happened, Lan Xing's body was sent flying by the punch. Everyone's necks stretched out as their mouths hung open, revealing looks of disbelief.

Zhan Chen was really satisfied. In that instant, he used the Eye of Dao for the first time in battle. The effect was indeed great!

He walked forward with a smile and said to Lan Xing who was still lying on the ground, "Gongzi Lan, our roles seem to be reversed.

Lan Xing's eyes revealed a look of hatred. He stood up with his sword and roared, "Impossible, I can't lose to a tenth layer Martial Disciple trash. This was just an accident!"

"Then you can try again. I will accompany you to the end." At this moment, Zhan Chen was even more fearless.

Lan Xing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pounced towards Zhan Chen like a hungry wolf. However, at this time, he had already lost his mind. Moreover, his chest had also been punched. His sword was completely disorderly.

At this moment, Zhan Chen's eyes flashed. This is a good opportunity!

Thus, he didn't open the Eye of Dao again. Instead, he relied on his own experience to fight. He used Lan Xing as a whetstone to hone his combat skills. At this moment, the meaning of the battle was completely different to him.

In the following battle, although Zhan Chen was still in danger, he was able to avoid fatal attacks every time. He even took advantage of some gaps to secretly use his Hundred Refined Sword to add a few more wounds on Lan Xing's body.

Gradually, more and more wounds appeared on Lan Xing's body. His movements became slower and slower. Finally, he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

At this moment, the martial arts field was completely silent. Everyone looked at this young man who was only at the tenth level of the Martial Disciple realm with a solemn expression.

Zhan Chen turned around and asked Pan Yue, "Senior Brother, have I already won?"

Only then did Pan Yue react. He hurriedly shouted, "Zhan Chen wins!"

The next few battles also passed quickly. In the end, only the twelve people who had won and advanced were left.

Pan Yue asked everyone to draw a lot again. This time, two unlucky fellows were asked to challenge two of the remaining ten people.

Zhan Chen stared at the two challengers with eyes full of battle intent. As the only martial artist at the tenth level of the Martial Disciple realm in the team, he was ready to accept the challenge at any time.

Who knew that when the two senior brothers at the twelfth level of the Martial Disciple realm met his gaze, they revealed a look of fear and hurriedly avoided his gaze. In the end, they both chose to challenge other opponents.

This actually made Zhan Chen feel a little regretful. "What a pity, such good battle experience …"

In the end, Pan Yue loudly announced the news that Zhan Chen and the other ten people had successfully joined the ranks of the outer sect disciples. At this moment, Zhan Chen's eyes were brimming with tears. He silently said in his heart, "Father, mother, have you seen your son succeed? Don't worry, I will continue to work hard and strive to collect this debt of blood from the Wang family as soon as possible! "

The induction ceremony was to be held the next day, so Zhan Chen went back first and said goodbye to the many odd-job workers. Everyone was surprised at his work of secrecy, but after all, they had gone through thick and thin together, so they all sincerely congratulated him.

After that, he found an excuse to leave and went to the Flying Cloud Peak to report the good news to Zhao He.

In the Flying Cloud Hall, when Zhao He saw him arrive, he said to him, "Zhan Chen, how dare you! You actually dared to injure Lan Hong's grandson! "

Zhan Chen's face was calm. He knelt on one knee in front of Zhao He and said, "Master, this disciple is not wrong!"

"Oh? How is it not wrong? "

"It was Lan Xing who took the initiative to provoke me. If this disciple succumbs to his despotic power and is servile to him, where will the dignity of a strong person be? How will I be able to reach the peak! "At this moment, Zhan Chen looked at Zhao He with an incomparably firm gaze.

Zhao He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, well said, well said! That's more like my disciple! But are you afraid that old ghost Lan Hong will come to take revenge? "

Zhan Chen understood the meaning in Zhao He's words. It seemed that his teacher and this Elder Lan Hong did not get along! So he replied, "Then I will quickly become stronger before he comes looking for me. But if he comes looking for me now, I can only rely on you, Master!"

"You brat! You threw the problem to your teacher, but I like it! You must remember that in this gang, no matter how powerful Lan Hong is, he will not make a move against you. Moreover, he will not put a small fry like you in his eyes! "

"But you must be wary of Lan Xing harboring hatred in his heart and making a move against you! As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against a stab in the dark. Especially after you joined the outer sect, you must be especially careful when you go out to train! "

"Thank you, Master, for your teachings. This disciple will remember it!"

"Alright, go back and rest early!"