One is a champion star who has won three championships in a row, and the other is a strong dark horse who suddenly came out of obscurity. In the first two games between the two, one was to defeat the opponent with only one move each time, and the other was to admit defeat without beating the opponent. It seems that the heavens have destined this Xinying meeting to be a battlefield for the two of them, and they can't wait to face each other.

Yang Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets casually, the upper body was a cyan robe embroidered with simple patterns, and the lower body was a pair of brown loose satin trousers. His eyes were bright, his eyes were resolute, and the expression on his face was relaxed, but he still couldn't hide a trace of nervousness. In fact, this small flaw in his expression is nervous in the eyes of others, but in his own heart, it is excitement.

Before that, he thought that he could participate in the Xinying Club as the representative of the Zhao family, but he didn't expect that he would come this far and compete for the championship with the famous Liu Ying. At this moment, he felt the atmosphere of the scene, felt the gaze of countless people looking at him, and suddenly understood that he was carrying not only Zhao Cheng's expectations, but also Zhao Wuji's hopes and his brother's hopes.

Originally, it was Zhao Wuji who was going to stand here and fight Liu Ying, or his brother, and it would never be his turn!

But on the contrary, the one standing here now is myself, it is me Yang Fan!

This is God's arrangement, and it is an opportunity given to me by God!

Yang Fan thought silently, looking at Liu Ying's eyes, a determined light burst out.

Opposite Yang Fan, Liu Ying was wearing a white shirt and standing there straight. The blood that splashed on the body when slaughtering the demon beast in the demon cave was particularly eye-catching on the white robe, painted as red blood flowers. After he carried it with one hand, the open folding fan gently fanned his waist, chic and graceful, and many girls in the stands couldn't help but cover their faces and shout loudly when they saw him.

This is the real man of the hour, this is the most popular star in Kowloon Town.

The battle between the two originally had no sense of expectation, but perhaps it was the visual impact of Yang Fan's previous two victories without a fight, or his identity as the younger brother of the genius Yang Shu, or the fact that he was the only person in the Zhao family to enter the finals. Gradually, people focused their eyes and attention on the field.

They didn't have much to ask for, they just wanted this final to be a little bit more exciting. Perhaps they were afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and in the end, they lowered their requirements and prayed that they would be able to decide the winner if they made another move......

At the signal of the host, the game began.

The hearts of the audience were raised, and the hearts of everyone in the Zhao family were raised. Probably only the people of the Liu family will not have any worries.

Liu Ying in their minds is invincible among the juniors in Kowloon Town.

The opponent is Zhao Wuji, and this is the case. Now it's just Yang Fan, and there is no suspense.

"Listening to A-Ying, Yang Fan's kid is not bad. It can last five minutes at most......" Liu Ziang muttered to himself, and he had already begun to think of the lines that he would laugh at Zhao Cheng later.

Liu Ying didn't talk much to Yang Fan, and said everything that should be said in the demon cave. Thinking of Yang Fan's ruthlessness towards Liu Miao, thinking of Liu Chao's bet and losing to Yang Fan, thinking of Yang Fan's ridicule of himself when he exchanged his identity card for stones, and thinking of sabotaging himself to seize the black war halberd, Liu Ying couldn't help laughing.

"Yang Fan, we will settle the new accounts and old accounts at one time. ”

Liu Ying muttered to herself silently, sandwiched the folding fan in her belt, and suddenly pinched the lotus fingers with her palms, and kept flicking towards Yang Fan. With each flick of his finger, a ball of compressed soul power burst out from between his fingers. In a single breath, ten small soul power bullets flew towards Yang Fan.

In the decisive battle with Liu Ying, Yang Fan naturally would not slacken, and when Liu Ying made a move, he had already dealt with it. The middle and index fingers turn into a finger sword, and when you look at the target, you quickly move forward. Every time you click in the air, a puff of green smoke will come out of the friction with the air, and sword qi shoots out from the green smoke, hitting those soul power bullets accurately.

Liu Ying's speed was fast, and Yang Fan was not far behind, and the soul power bullets and sword qi of the two collided in the air, making a "crackling" sound.

This first round of shots was already very lively, driving the emotions of the audience.

The audience also secretly rejoiced: "Okay...... Finally, there was no single move to determine the winner. ”

"Alright, warm up. The corners of Liu Ying's mouth curved slightly, and said: "I have reserved my hand for you before, and today I will let you be defeated!"

Liu Ying was arrogant, and in the face of a person whose cultivation was lower than his own, he disdained to use soul arts. Only in this way will he have a sense of accomplishment when he defeats Yang Fan.

He turned sideways, his robe flicked, and suddenly a kettle appeared in his hand. He unscrewed the lid of the kettle and spilled the water inside. At the same time, he took out the folding fan and stretched it open, and his left hand, which had been shrouded in pale golden soul power, wiped it on the surface of the fan, and immediately fanned towards those scattered water droplets.

The water droplets were originally static dead things, but they were fanned like this, as if they had come to life, full of energy, and rushed towards Yang Fan one after another.

The water that was spilled out of the kettle turned into droplets, more than a thousand drops! And all the droplets of water had been attached to their soul power, and they flew towards Yang Fan purposefully.

Yang Fan's Divine Finger Sword couldn't handle it anymore. And this time it was different from the situation when Zhao Youjing was fighting, there were no trees around him, and he couldn't use the willow leaf piercing method used that day.

At this time, Yang Fan seemed to be under the sky where the canopy was broken and the rain fell, and he raised his head and waited for the heavy rain to get wet.

If it gets wet, it is not the clothes and the body that will be wet, but every part of the body will be eroded by the soul power.

In that case, Yang Fan would also be defeated.

Heavy rain is coming, and it's too late to use the Soul Qi Wave. The water droplets cover a wide area, and they can't escape in time with the phantom palm. At this time, Yang Fan seemed to be in a desperate situation.

In fact, everyone thought so, because Yang Fan was still standing there dumbfounded, as if he had been scared stupid.

But people didn't see that Yang Fan's lips were moving one by one, as if he was reading some notes.

Yang Fan's voice became louder and louder, and his lips moved faster and faster, and only then did people gradually hear that Yang Fan was reading a poem.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white......"

Yang Fan's speech speed was extremely fast, his voice was crisp and powerful, and every word was read loudly. The most surprising thing was that every note that came out of Yang Fan's mouth, a wave of soul power came out, gradually expanding in front of Yang Fan, and finally bursting open, bouncing off the surrounding water droplets. After repeating this repeatedly, Yang Fan finished reading a poem, and not a drop of water splashed on him.