"I'll fight you, how?"

I only saw the exit holding a silver long sword in one hand, and a handsome young man with a cold face standing at the door.

Suddenly, the whole scene boiled.

Leng Jianfeng, the genius of the legendary ancient martial arts sword family, such a big man actually appeared in the training ground of Area C.

"I can't be mistaken!"

"Wait, he said he was going to fight this newcomer, could it be that they knew each other?"

"Just this newcomer, the others are dignified Area A geniuses, and they are also one of the members of Yan Fangzun's Imperial Regiment. ”

Zhang Fan glanced at Leng Jianfeng, and there were no emotional fluctuations, and he really couldn't understand why these people were so excited.

"Do you know him?" Yuting couldn't believe it.

If Zhang Fan has a relationship with Li Fei, she doesn't feel much.

After all, Li Fei didn't impress himself too much.

But if you talk about Leng Jianfeng, it is really impressive.

For Yuting, this young man is a towering, mythical figure.

He is arrogant and powerful.

He's gifted enough for him to trample everyone here under his feet.

Even so, no one would have any objections.

It's just that Leng Jianfeng is too strong.

"I don't know," Zhang Fan blurted out.

Leng Jianfeng frowned when he heard Zhang Fan's words of not knowing.

"Last time, it was Senior Yan Changkong who made a move and disturbed my battle with you, this time let's fight in a dignified manner. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy here, let's talk about it next time I have time," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

Yuting was in a complicated mood at this time, and her face was stunned.

"Hmph, do you think you have a choice?" As soon as the words fell, Leng Jianfeng stepped forward, and he had already come to Zhang Fan in an instant.

Zhang Fan's face sank, and he reached out with one hand.

Suddenly, the two fists collided, and the powerful energy swept in all directions.

Zhang Fan's figure didn't move, but Leng Jianfeng staggered back.

"Very good, come again," Leng Jianfeng's battle intent was completely enraged, and the silver long sword flashed with cold light.

A million sword swords!

I only saw that there seemed to be a million illusion sword qi in the sky.

"Gather!"

Suddenly, millions of powerful swords gathered into one sword, and the temperature of the entire space also fell into the ice vault with this sword.

"This ...... Is this the real genius of the A-level, so strong," Yuting only understood at this moment what it meant that the spark dared to compete with the sun and the moon.

A person like her, even if she is given another hundred years, it is impossible to compare with a genius like Leng Jianfeng.

Looking at Zhang Fan again, Yuting was stunned.

Because Zhang Fan still remained calm, so calm that people felt a little scared.

"How are you doing with this sword?" Leng Jianfeng shouted angrily.

He had to care about that thing, that thing about the Qi Sea in Zhang Fan's body.

Today is the time to test your hunch, at all costs.

The cold light became stronger and stronger, and the sword qi became more and more terrifying, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

Thankfully, it wasn't themselves who attacked.

But just as Leng Jianfeng was about to make a move, a noble and cold woman's voice sounded behind him.

"Leng Jianfeng, stop!"

Leng Jianfeng frowned, only to see Zihan behind him in a long skirt flying up, coming with slender legs.

"I have to fight this guy," Leng Jianfeng said coldly.

"Fighting him, you actually used a killing move?" Zihan frowned slightly, "If Yan Fangzun knows about this matter, do you understand the consequences?"

"So what?" Leng Jianfeng stepped on his front foot, but in the next moment, Zi Hanyu reached out and pressed Leng Jianfeng's shoulder.

"I repeat stop, you've been swayed by emotions, it's not really you. ”

"Boom!" Suddenly, I saw Zi Han's delicate body bursting out with suppressive Qi.

Tiger spirit four sections.

turned out to be Qi at the same level as Li Fei.

Li Fei's silver teeth clenched, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his narrow cold eyes.

"Don't forget, your target is not him, but the man, who is your real nemesis, you know. ”

Leng Jianfeng's hand was trembling, and he was also fighting against his heart.

"Preserving your strength is only good for you, not harmful," Zihan said calmly.

Finally, the sword light dissipated, and Leng Jianfeng withdrew his long sword and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Yuting and the people who eat melons couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the unprecedented sense of oppression just now finally disappeared.

Leng Jianfeng looked at Zhang Fan and said, "You are lucky today, and the next time I fight with you, I hope you will not let me down." ”

Zhang Fan didn't speak, because this guy's attention was all attracted by Zihan's beautiful legs.

This Zihan is about the same height as herself, and she has the figure of a devil, and she is one meter eight tall.

In terms of figure alone, she is on par with Liang Cangyue. And this Zihan's temperament is also similar to that of Liang Cangyue.

If these two superb beauties stand together, what kind of beautiful picture is it?

Zhang Fan really didn't dare to imagine it, and he couldn't imagine it.

"Look at it, if you look at it again, the saliva is going to flow out," Yuting pushed Zhang Fan.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly.

Zihan just glanced at Zhang Fan lightly, to be honest, she is not a superficial person who judges people by their appearance, but Zhang Fan's impression on herself is indeed very ordinary.

Just like an ordinary person, even if he is thrown in the crowd, he doesn't seem to have anything special.

"Let's go, we still have business to do," Zihan turned and left.

Leng Jianfeng withdrew his sword, turned around and left.

"I'm scared to death," Yuting's forehead was covered with cold sweat, just now she really thought that Zhang Fan was dead.

After all, it's Leng Jianfeng on the other side.

That omnipotent, born with the talent that many people dream of.

"Anyway, why aren't you afraid at all?" Yu Tinghu looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously.

"I'm afraid," Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"I didn't see it. ”

"My pants are wet, do you want to look at them?" Zhang Fan said with a wicked smile.

"Why are you so disgusting?" Yu Ting pushed away in disgust, looking familiar Zhang Fan.

"By the way, did you really pee your pants?" asked Yuting again.

"Yes, let's go home quickly," Zhang Fan said, and the man had already walked out.

Eventually, the two got on the bus and left.

But in the café opposite, Zi Hanmei glanced at the direction Zhang Fan left, and her slender jade hand was on her thigh.

"So what the hell is the reason, you would not hesitate to use a million sword qi, no matter how strong Zhang Fan is, it will not be enough for you to use this move. ”

Zi Han knew very well what this million sword qi represented to Leng Jianfeng.

It was a killing move that was carefully prepared for that man, and now it was used for a newcomer.

Zihan had to be curious.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Zi Han's eyes narrowed into a line, and his tone was heavy and slow.

Leng Jianfeng's brows tightened, and when he raised his head to meet Zihan's face as beautiful as an ice sculpture, he said solemnly, "You know the curse of Qi Hai." ”

"What?!" Zihan's little face changed slightly, his face sank, and his tone was questioning, "You mean to say that he ......"

"That's right, he is. ”

Zi Han stood up directly, she had never had such a big mood swing, at least since she could remember.

"Are you kidding again?" Zihan still couldn't believe it.

Leng Jianfeng didn't speak again, but took a sip of coffee on the table, and calmly looked at the street outside the window.

By this time the sun had risen, illuminating the entire gloomy street.

The clean floor emitted a golden shattered light, shining so brightly that Leng Jianfeng couldn't open his eyes.

"You really don't know Leng Jianfeng?" Pushing open the door of the Black Rose Restaurant, Yuting couldn't help but ask Zhang Fan again.

"I said Yuting sister paper, you have asked countless times, I don't know. ”

"Then how does he feel like he has a deep hatred for you?"

"Maybe I'm jealous that I'm more handsome than him. ”

"Cut, stinky fart," Yuting glanced at Zhang Fan.

"Sister Meizi, we're back," Yuting shouted habitually at the door.

As usual, at this time, Sister Mei Zi would definitely lie on the cash register bored, then raised her head and waved her hand to herself, saying, "Hard work." ”

But no, not even the fat man did not respond to himself.

Suddenly, Yuting felt a little uneasy in her heart, and she quickened her pace.

It's only a few steps away, but it seems like a year.

Finally, she opened the beaded curtain, and only saw a few people sitting in the restaurant.

When she saw these people, Yuting's entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning.