After Ye Fan finished breakfast, he walked out of Bibi Dong's room, and the scene outside changed dramatically. In the past, the solemn Wuwu Soul Hall became festive and peaceful under the red ribbon dress.

Hu Liena next to her had a faint look of envy in her eyes, and said kindly to Ye Fan: "Little junior brother, don't be happy too early, everything is good and bad." ”

Ye Fan turned his head to look at Hu Liena beside him.

"Thank you for the reminder!"

......

Time always passes inadvertently, and the time for the ceremony to be held has come as promised.

All sects were invited, and the usual quiet, solemn martial spirit hall gradually became lively.

In the Wuhun Palace, the guests were full, except for Haotian Sect, who had a deep hatred of the sea of blood, but had not arrived, and it was basically all there, which showed how huge the power of the Wuhun Hall was

Ye Fan stood one meter beside Bibi Dong, "Bang! Bang!" Bibi Dong's scepter collided twice on the ground.

Soon the noisy sound in the hall disappeared without a trace, and a pair of eyes focused on Bibi Dong, who was sitting in the center.

Bibi Dong quieted down and said in a low voice: "I accepted an apprentice a few days ago, and I am here today to announce to you!"

Many sects in the audience said in unison: "Congratulations to the Pope for winning the disciple!"

The Sect Master of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect immediately echoed: "The person who can be crowned by the Pope and value it must have an extraordinary talent!"

The following sects immediately stammered: "Yes, yes! It must be the kind of peerless genius who has not been born for a hundred years......!"

Hearing the group of people in the audience exaggerate and praise themselves, Ye Fan felt really like them for a while, a peerless genius in his mouth, his body gradually became lighter, and his heart expanded infinitely. He felt like he was going to fly at any moment.

It wasn't until a young man who was a little older than Ye Fan stood up: "Your Majesty, Fang Yu doesn't want to see what kind of talent his beloved disciples have, and let the disciples of the sect present learn to envy him." ”

As soon as these words came out, there were many voices in the audience in an instant.

"Yes, yes, we all want to see what kind of disciple can make His Majesty the Pope take a fancy to him!"

"Let's take a long time!"

At this time, Bibi Dong was standing, and Ju Douluo on the left also understood Bibi Dong's face, and said loudly: "Quiet, quiet! When is it your turn to check the gaze of His Majesty the Pope!"

Obviously, at this time, Ye Fan has been praised by the group of people below, and now he has the opportunity to perform, of course he doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

He took the initiative to come to Bibi Dong and said, "Teacher, I accept Fang Yu's challenge!"

Bibi Dong looked at Ye Fan with a worried face, "Are you really, accepting his challenge?"

Ye Fan said with an affirmative face: "Really, teacher, let me give it a try!"

"Go ahead!"

Everyone moved to the square of the Wuhun Palace, and Bibi Dong signaled with his eyes, and the Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo around him asked them to make a move when necessary.

Ye Fan was arrogant and let the other party release the martial soul first, of course, it was not that kind of blind arrogance, after so many years, he also thoroughly figured out some of the talents of his body, the silver-haired ape talent skill is to be able to copy all the martial souls and soul skills equal to his own level, but only three minutes.

Fang Yu on the opposite side was not polite, and directly released his soul power, two yellow and one purple soul rings appeared at his feet, and a silver-veined Mo knife appeared in his hand.

Ye Fan didn't have one more soul ring than him, and he wanted to retreat, but he became excited. The stronger the other party, the better it is for him.

Two yellow soul rings appeared, and at Ye Fan's feet, a silver-patterned Mo knife like a hair appeared in Ye Fan's hand.

Fang Yu was surprised when he saw the other party's martial soul, his own martial soul was a single transmission of dozens of generations!

How can the martial soul of the kid on the other side explain, is it a branch of his own family, shouldn't it? This branch can't be recorded in the family, could it be that the kid on the other side is his father, the child born to another woman outside......

While the other party was still speculating about his identity, the second spirit ring under his feet began to shine.

One after another sword blades came out of Ye Fan's hand, and in just a few seconds, dozens of sword blades were like meteors, speeding towards Fang Yu.

At this time, Fang Yu came out of his thoughts, he didn't panic in the face of the blade in the sky, and the thousand-year-old purple soul ring under his feet began to shine.

"I'm like a knife!"

The phantom of the Mo knife appeared on Fang Yu's body, and the blade hit his body with a piercing jinge sound, as if it had collided with the sword.

Before the first wave of sword blades could disappear, the first soul ring under Ye Fan's feet began to flicker.

"Mo Dao Slash!"

A giant Mo knife about ten meters long appeared behind Ye Fan, and under the guidance of his own soul power, Fang Yu, who was still being disturbed by the sword blade, slashed straight away.

This time, Fang Yu, who was disturbed by the sword blade, was completely shocked, the martial soul was the same, and now even the soul skill was the same, which made him feel unreal.

At this time, he really wanted to shout out loud: "Nima, it's fake!"

Seeing that the expected effect was achieved, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, and a trick appeared on his face.

The second soul ring under Ye Fan's feet shone again.

"Fix your eyes!"

Bibi Dong, as well as everyone present, stared at the boss.

Bibi Dong whispered: "Twin Martial Souls!"

His eyes were rendered golden, and golden energy jumped out from his eyes, coming to Fang Yu's body, he suddenly felt that his body was as stiff as a stubborn stone, and even the soul power in his body stopped, and the Mo Dao phantom outside his body gradually faded and disappeared without the support of soul power.

Facing the Mo knife that was about to be split on his body, how much he regretted himself just now, why was he so mouthy, and he couldn't wait to slap himself a few big mouths.

At the moment when the Mo Dao was about to slash at Fang Yu's body, a strong soul power directly shattered the Mo Dao that Ye Fan had conjured.

The moment the Mo knife was shattered, Ye Fan was also counterattacked and retreated several steps, and the two soul skills were used at the same time, which consumed a huge amount of physical strength on his soul power, and his complexion turned pale from the ruddy before the competition.

A middle-aged man dressed in white stood up and said, "Our Silver Pattern Sword Sect admits defeat!"

Bibi Dong immediately came to Ye Fan's side, and his right hand injected the gentle soul power into his body, and for a while he felt that his empty soul power was slowly recovering, and his body became warm and warm with an indescribable comfort.

Ju Douluo appeared in the center of the test field and said solemnly: "Today's apprenticeship ceremony is over, please go back!"

Although the soul power has been replenished, the loss of physical strength is too great, and the loss of physical strength can only be recovered in time, and soon Ye Fan felt that he was out of strength, and fainted weakly in Bibi Dong's arms.

After this battle, Ye Fan's reputation resounded throughout the continent, and he became famous in the so-called World War I.