"Yes, the Divine Finger Sword is already very proficient. Yang Shu walked into the yard, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

Compared with Qinling Yangye's worries, Yangshu's mood was very good, and he didn't look worried about Yang Fan at all.

Yang Fan pretended to be curious and asked, "Brother, I feel like you're in a good mood these days, and your complexion is much better, isn't it...... Is your body starting to recover?"

Yang Shu was silent for a while, then nodded with a smile and said, "It seems that it is, I feel that the meridians are much smoother." ”

"Really! Congratulations, brother, brother will recover soon!"

"I hope so. ”

Yang Shuyan suddenly said solemnly: "Xiaofan, how are you preparing, do you have confidence?"

Yang Fan said confidently: "Of course it's no problem! I'm bleeding the same blood as my brother!"

"Well, ambitious. Although Yang Shu smiled, he didn't think that Yang Fan could win, after all, the opponent was a master who had made great achievements, and it was not something that could be dealt with. He patted Yang Fan on the back and said softly: "Take it easy, safety first, I can't hold on, just admit defeat." Your cultivation is lower than his, and you are not ashamed to lose. As for things at home, you don't have to worry. ”

Hearing this, Yang Fan was surprised, the brother in front of him seemed to have changed people, as if the self-confidence of last year suddenly returned to him.

Yang Fan said in a daze: "Yes......"

"When Niang and Ye come out, we will set off. ”

The outer courtyard of the Zhao family, the martial arts training ground.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the martial arts training ground was surrounded by people one after another, and there were as many as two or three hundred people at a glance, and its liveliness was no less than the small test on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it seemed that the people of the Zhao family were very concerned about the duel between Yang Fan and Zhao Wuxing.

After all, the identities of these two people are special, one is the second young master of the Zhao family, and his strength can be ranked in the top ten among the juniors in Jiulong Town.

One is the Mid-Autumn Festival exam that raised a 300-pound bronze sword, a new face that was a blockbuster. Of course, more importantly, this new face also has an older brother who was once a genius.

Although people felt that there was not much suspense in this duel, and basically believed that Zhao Wuxing was the victor, they still couldn't help but have a strong curiosity and interest in joining in the excitement to take a look.

After all, many of these people watching the battle are juniors from the Zhao family or side branches or foreign surnames, and there are many cultivators among these juniors, and some of them have already formed their bodies, and it is when they are full of strong hope for the path of cultivation, so they will naturally not let go of this opportunity to learn and open their eyes.

Yang Fan obviously didn't expect that the duel between himself and Zhao Wuxing would cause such a big reaction, not to mention the hundreds of people who came to watch the battle for the time being, he even saw Zhao Cheng's figure appear in the pavilion.

In addition to Zhao Cheng, there were also Zhao Tie, Zhao Youjing and others, all sitting in the pavilion watching the battle.

Of course, Yang Fan wouldn't know that the reason why Zhao Cheng would come was entirely because of Zhao Youjing.

In the heart of Zhao Youjing, the eldest lady of the Zhao family, she was completely hopeless that Yang Fan would win. But she really didn't want the Qinling family to be forced to leave the Zhao family because Yang Fan lost the duel. Of course, the person she least wanted to leave the Zhao family was of course Yang Shu.

So if Yang Fan loses, he will say good things for the Qinling family in front of his grandfather and let his grandfather keep them.

So, there was a scene of Zhao Cheng watching the duel.

With Zhao Cheng, the head of the family, in charge, the people watching the battle will naturally have even the head of the family who attaches so much importance to this duel, and this duel will naturally have more weighty ideas.

Some sharp-eyed people even saw a familiar figure standing beside Yang Fan, and they couldn't help but talk about it.

"Look, poplar is here too! That guy has been locking himself up in his house all day for a year, and now he's finally showing up!"

"His complexion looks very good! You see, Yang Fan is next to his brother, like a little grass. ”

"That's nature. When the poplar tree was fifteen years old, he had already formed a large body. How many people can have that kind of talent?"

"The same cannot be said. Yang Fan is also powerful enough. It is said that it has already been molded into a small body, and it is not far behind. ”

"You're a layman, right? There is a world of difference between Xiaocheng and Dacheng, Yang Fan and Zhao Wudaunt duel, that is self-inflicted humiliation. Look at it, Yang Fan will definitely be beaten down in embarrassment later. ”

"That's right, Yang Fan seems to be a little overwhelmed. ”

“......”

People's discussions more or less reached the ears of the Yang Fan brothers, but both of them looked calm and were not moved by gossip.

In the pavilion, a blue figure slowly walked down and walked to the martial arts training ground.

Yang Fan glanced at Yang Shu, who nodded, and Yang Fan also walked on.

It's just that before going on the field, Yang Shu couldn't help but explain: "Xiaofan, remember what I said to you in the morning." ”

"Remember, brother. ”

Under the bright sun, on the martial arts training ground, the two teenagers stood opposite each other.

Zhao Wuxing smiled strangely, looked at Yang Fan confidently, and said, "Yang Fan, have you washed your face?" as he spoke, he stretched out his palm and slapped his face into the void.

That means Yang Fan understands, Zhao Wuxing wants to get back the slap for Zhao Youxin.

Yang Fan's expression was calm and complacent, and he said lightly: "I don't need to tell you this, I won't let you touch my face." ”

"Really, don't cry and beg for mercy later!"

"Unfortunately, you won't see this picture. ”

"Haha, that's a funny boy. Zhao Wuxing smiled: "Not to mention, your self-indulgent and extraordinarily serious appearance is really funny." ”

"Second Young Master, shouldn't we start?"

"Well, since you're so anxious to give me back that slap, then I'll fulfill you. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wuxing formed a fist with his palms and took the lead in attacking, and a set of tiger roaring fists hit Yang Fan.

Yang Fan immediately used his phantom palm, and suddenly hundreds of palm shadows appeared, confronting Zhao Wuxing.

Zhao Wuxing's fist strength was very domineering, every time he swung his fist, a tiger roar would sound around his body, and the momentum alone was very scary, and the people watching the battle exclaimed, and the suspense of this duel was a little lighter. And Yang Fan's phantom palm was also used extremely exquisitely, hundreds of palm shadows moved with the movement of his body, as if a big shield was erected in front of him, which could always dissolve Zhao Wuxing's fist momentum, and blocked him one after another, preventing him from touching his body.

At the beginning of the confrontation, the two were inextricably linked and evenly matched.

Some people in the crowd began to be surprised, staring intently at the martial arts training ground, but they exclaimed: "I really didn't expect that this Yang Fan would be able to fight with Zhao Wuxing!"

"Alright, enough warm-up. Zhao Wuxing didn't think so, and said casually, completely treating this duel as if it were his personal show, and using another one-star soul technique, "Regret Mountain Fist". As soon as this set of soul techniques came out, Zhao Wuxing's whole temperament suddenly changed greatly, like a big mountain, which brought endless pressure to Yang Fan.

Not to mention Yang Fan on the field, even the crowd outside the field also felt the pressure of the mountain, and their breathing couldn't help but be tighter.