Zhang Bufan's opponent is a mediocre disciple in Kunlun Kendo, and his strength is the same as that of other disciples, and he belongs to the kind of passerby who is placed in the pile of people without any significant characteristics.

And Zhang Bufan, as the old man said, is a well-known disciple in Kunlun Kendo, and his strength is very strong, if he lists many disciples, then Zhang Bufan's strength can properly rank in the top ten or even the top five.

Of course, this is just a reference.

Many disciples in the sect are concentrating on cultivation, and they will not go to trouble others if they have nothing to do, and martial arts competitions are very rare things in Kunlun Kendo, so what is the strength of many disciples, they can't find out completely what the senior brothers who have been with each other for more than ten years are.

Therefore, in such a sect, there are many hidden masters.

Ye Ling sat in the audience and looked at Zhang Bufan, who was calm on the stage, without the slightest sense of nervousness, the interest in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he was able to make such a big formation, so this competition would obviously not be the kind of juggling with a sword casually.

But how to conduct this competition in order to attract so many people to watch the battle is what Ye Ling is most curious about.

If this Kunlun Kendo is just a martial arts school that practices swords, then no matter how big Zhang Bufan's master is, it is impossible to invite more than a hundred outsiders to come here to watch the competition.

Maybe the competition here is a fight with the Tai Chi used by the martial artists who dealt with Ye Ling before.

"Chutian, who do you think will win?"

Ye Ling looked at Chu Tian, who was sitting next to him, and asked.

Chu Tian didn't come here to see the competition at all, so he wasn't very interested in who would win, but when Ye Ling asked him this, he was stunned, and then remembered the discussion around him before, so he said slowly:

"I think it should be Zhang Bufan who has a better chance of winning, there are so many people here who support him, and he is the person who led the way for us to arrange a place to live for us, I have to support him more or less. ”

"I also think Zhang Bufan has a bigger chance of winning. Ye Ling said.

Because Chu Tian didn't seem to want to talk to him very much, Ye Ling was also very interested in not asking any more questions, and quietly watched this competition that he didn't know how to conduct.

Zhang Bufan on this stage stared at his opponent, although he didn't think that the opponent could win him, but his inner vigilance still did not allow him to relax, so he asked:

"Who's going to strike first?"

The white-robed young man was very self-aware, he knew that he was not Zhang Bufan's opponent, so he smiled and said:

"Senior Brother Extraordinary, you are an outstanding monk among our senior brothers, you say that it is not interesting for you to compete with me, it is better to let me make three moves to add some style to you. ”

"No, I can't. Zhang Bufan immediately said: "There are so many visitors here watching, and the competition is a kendo conference held by the master himself, how can it be child's play? Don't talk nonsense, if you don't make a move, I will make a move first." ”

The smile of the white-robed young man suddenly froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was sighing in his heart for this rigid senior brother.

"That extraordinary senior brother, junior brother, I will admit it. ”

The white-robed young man seemed to want to make a final resistance, he raised the blade that flashed cold, moved his right foot back slightly, and then rushed towards Zhang Bufan, attacking with the tip of the blade, which is estimated to be very few people in modern society.

It's not because of how fast the white-robed young man is, but because the white-robed young man's sword is full of killing intent, many people who don't know will be frightened by this killing intent, just like people are facing a big truck that suddenly hits over, few people's first reaction is to run away, most people are blank in their brains and freeze in place, and finally hit alive by the big truck.

Those who can avoid this sword are either strong desire to survive or great masters who often deal with death.

Although Ye Ling is not a big master, he is much stronger among ordinary people, and he often deals with death, so the city is deeper than ordinary people.

Even in the face of the muzzles of countless submachine guns, Ye Ling's thoughts were still not to wait for death, but to think quickly about how to escape safely.

"This competition is interesting, if it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid I would be stabbed to death directly by this sword, right?"

Ye Ling looked at Zhang Bufan who was motionless with interest, he was a little curious about how Zhang Bufan should face it? Is it to attack? Or to avoid his edge first, and then make a move when the time is right?

Zhang Bufan stood there not because he was frightened, but because he was confident enough to avoid the sword of the white-robed young man, especially the indelible perseverance that flashed in his eyes, which brought Ye Ling a deep feeling.

"Senior brother, your speed is still too slow. "Sanjiu Chinese Network

Just when the sharp blade was less than two meters away from him, Zhang Bufan moved, he raised his arm at a speed that was not clear to the naked eye, in his eyes, everything was very slow, obviously the time for the blade to stab over was less than a second, but in his eyes, it took two seconds or even three seconds.

Zhang Bufan took advantage of his own advantages, raised the long sword in his hand and waved it lightly, instantly causing the blade of the white-robed young man to deviate from the direction, and the white-robed young man who couldn't stop the car almost hit Zhang Bufan, but Zhang Bufan's speed was amazing, and he dodged sideways at the moment when the white-robed young man collided, allowing the white-robed young man to run directly over.

"Yo, it's faster than me, and this reaction ability is actually similar to me who has been injected with super genes, this competition is a bit interesting..."

Ye Ling's interest is even stronger, this is just the opening show, when the climax of the competition is really going on, what is the scene like?

"Extraordinary Senior Brother, don't you know to let me? There are so many spectators here, if I lose too ugly, won't it be a shame for our Kunlun Kendo? So for the sake of our Kunlun Kendo, Extraordinary Senior Brother, you don't have to show your strength, just go on in hand-to-hand combat. ”

After the white-robed young man failed to attack, he knew that he was not Zhang Bufan's opponent at all, and he would even lose more ugly than he imagined, so he deliberately found a reason to lose decently.

Zhang Bufan didn't listen to the words of the white-robed young man, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Senior brother, didn't you say that you wanted to add a little style to me? Although I can't let you make three moves, I can defeat you in three moves!

"This—" The white-robed young man didn't know how to refute.

Zhang Bufan's words are very reasonable, whether it is to let him make three moves or defeat him in three moves, it can add style to Zhang Bufan.

But the white-robed young man also needs face, if he is defeated by Zhang Bufan in three moves, then what kind of face will he have to face those senior brothers who practice together in the future?

Maybe you'll just be treated like a laughing stock, right?

"Senior Brother Fanfan, since you are so ruthless, then don't blame Senior Brother for being unrighteous. ”

The white-robed young man's eyes were sharp, he raised his long sword with one hand, rushed towards Zhang Bufan, and then swung the long sword in his hand.

Whether it is speed or flexibility, the strength shown by the white-robed youth is similar to Ye Ling, but Zhang Bufan's reaction ability is above the speed of the white-robed youth, and the speed is far beyond that of the white-robed youth, so no matter how many swords he swings, Zhang Bufan can easily take it, and even counterattack.

Although the attack of the white-robed young man was fierce, the discerning man could already see that he had completely fallen into the upper hand.

In the end, Zhang Bufan flicked the blade of the white-robed young man away with amazing strength, and took advantage of the gap between the white-robed young man rising up again to launch a fierce attack, Zhang Bufan quickly took a few steps back, and threw the long sword into the air.

Ye Ling looked at this scene puzzled, Zhang Bufan had the upper hand, yes, but threw the long sword out... Is it because Zhang Bufan's arrogance thinks that he can defeat the white-robed youth even if he doesn't need a long sword?

Ye Ling naturally didn't believe that Zhang Bufan would be an arrogant person.

The discussion next to him made Ye Ling's eyes light up:

"Is Zhang Bufan ready to use the signature swordsmanship of Kunlun Kendo, the Volley Imperial Sword?"

"Back then, Zhang Jianxian relied on this hand to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, but the volley sword required not only skills, but also talent, I thought that no one in Kunlun Kendo would be able to recreate the glory of Zhang Jianxian back then, but I didn't expect this Zhang Bufan to be able to use Zhang Jianxian's signature swordsmanship at such a young age. ”

"Among the juniors of Kunlun Kendo's generation, there are a lot of talents..."

What is that?

Although Ye Ling was very strange, he looked at the people around him who were talking about it, and he knew that this volley sword was definitely not a paper tiger move.

Looking at the long sword suspended in mid-air, it would fly towards the white-robed young man like a life, and there was no need for Zhang Bufan to hold the hilt at all, this flying sword kept slashing in the air like this.

"How is this done?"

Ye Ling looked at the life-like long sword in disbelief.

He paused, and said with some incredulity:

"This guy turned out to be ...... Spirits!"