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Ma Penggao stood on top of the arena with an excited smile on his face.

Ma Peng is just an ordinary student in an intermediate class on weekdays, how can he be treated like this today, facing the gaze of many students in the audience, Ma Peng has a sense of arrogance belonging to the strong in his heart, looking down at the students in the audience.

"Zhang Fan, why hasn't Zhang Fan come yet, won't he be too timid to come."

"I heard that Zhang Fan is just a first-grade martial soul talent, and he is the most bizarre person in the history of our students, and it is normal that he does not dare to come to fight."

"That is to say, if I were Zhang Fan, I would not dare to participate in this decisive battle."

From time to time, there were voices of schadenfreude among the many students in the audience.

In this world where the strong are respected, when you are strong, others dare not chew the root of your tongue, but when you are weak, everyone will treat you as a soft persimmon and bully you at will.

"Zhang Fan, why haven't you come yet?"

A look of doubt began to flash on Ma Peng's face.

Unlike others, Ma Peng had dealt with Zhang Fan earlier and understood Zhang Fan's personality, so Ma Peng understood that Zhang Fan was not a villain who flinched from battle.

"Zhang Fan, I still want you to be my stepping stone, if you don't come, you will lose a bit of fun."

Ma Peng said softly with a smile.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Fan's figure was never seen.

"Hmph, this waste is really bold, it is really beyond our strength to dare to let us wait for him."

Zhao Hengyuan seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, and a terrifying and dangerous expression appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't worry, I believe Zhang Fan will definitely appear."

By Zhao Hengyuan's side, a young man in white clothes approached and whispered in Zhao Hengyuan's ear.

When Zhao Hengyuan saw the handsome face of the young man in white with a smile on his face, his face changed greatly, and he said in horror, "Senior Brother Night." ”

Zhao Hengyuan's voice was trembling, the young man in white was still smiling, patted Zhao Hengyuan's shoulder and said, "I will be a little patient in doing things in the future, you know?" ”

Zhao Hengyuan wiped the sweat from his brows and stood silently behind the young man in white.

Only then did the young man in white take his attention away from Zhao Hengyuan's body, and glanced at Ma Peng on the stage lightly.

Ma Peng was frightened and didn't dare to look directly at the young man in white.

"After three breaths, if Zhang Fan has not appeared, Zhang Fan's qualification will be cancelled."

The young man in white said with a smile on his face.

The words of the young man in white seemed to be a holy decree, and after the words of the young man in white fell, no one inside or outside the arena dared to argue.

"One breath, two breaths, three breaths, disqualify Zhang Fan."

When the words of the young man in white came to his mouth, he finally stopped, and in his sight, a calm and calm young man walked slowly, the young man's face was full of waves, and it seemed that nothing could fluctuate the young man's heart.

Yaksha looked at Zhang Fan, who always had a calm expression, his face moved slightly, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a dangerous light looming.

"Why did you disqualify me, are you a referee?"

Zhang Fan asked loudly.

Yaksha's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he kept smiling and said, "I'm not the referee. ”

"Since you're not a referee, you're not qualified to disqualify me."

Zhang Fan walked past Yaksha's side, and Yaksha's smiling face flashed a touch of annoyance for a moment, and slowly looked at Zhang Fan's back without saying a word.

The students around the Yaksha were breathing low for a moment, and everyone's breathing was a little heavy, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, which fell down their foreheads one by one.

"Zhang Fan, this waste is really bold, he dares to talk to Senior Brother Ye like this, now he is dead."

"That's it, I've never seen such a terrifying smile on Senior Brother Ye's arrival, and now Zhang Fan is dead."

When Zhang Fan walked past the Yaksha, he was clearly surprised by the fluctuation of the breath on the Yaksha's body, but so what, if Zhang Fan wants to climb the peak of the martial arts, he will face countless dangers, if even a Yaksha is afraid, how can Zhang Fan talk about climbing the peak of the martial arts.

"Yaksha, I hope you don't provoke me, or I'll teach you a profound lesson."

Zhang Fan said in his heart.

Zhang Fan walked to the arena step by step, standing opposite Ma Peng.

"Zhang Fan, it's the same as I guessed, you're still here."

Ma Peng looked at Zhang Fan's plain and calm face, and the anger in his heart rose uncontrollably.

"Today you will be defeated."

Zhang Fan didn't say much, but told the truth.

"Haha, I'm going to lose."

As if he had heard something funny, Ma Peng held his stomach and laughed, and then stared at Zhang Fan with a murderous face, "Zhang Fan, if I haven't broken through to the sixth rank of martial arts, maybe there is really this possibility, but now that I have broken through to the sixth rank of martial arts, and you are just a first-grade martial soul talent, you should not have the slightest progress." ”

Ma Peng's disdain.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan no longer kept it, and the breath on his body gushed out.

"Martial artist Sanpin, how is it possible."

Ma Peng's eyes widened, Ma Peng is a third-grade martial soul, it took a few months to step from the second grade of the martial artist to the third grade of the martial artist, and Zhang Fan is just a first-grade martial soul, and he was upgraded in just half a month, which made Ma Peng quite unacceptable.

"As I said, you will be defeated."

Zhang Fan still had a calm expression.

"It's you who loses, even if you break through to the third rank of martial arts, you can understand how big the gap between the sixth rank of martial arts and the third rank of martial arts is."

Ma Peng's face became hideous, and for some reason, after Zhang Fan arrived, things walked in the uncontrollable direction of Ma Peng step by step, which made Ma Peng's heart rise a dangerous illusion. ”

"It seems that you still can't accept the facts, well, I'll give you a wake-up call today."

Zhang Fan stepped out suddenly, followed the figure and shot out, and directly punched Ma Peng.

A sarcastic look flashed in Ma Peng's eyes, and he also punched and fought hard with Ma Peng.

Bang bang.

Two explosions sounded on the fists of Zhang Fan and Ma Peng.

Then, the two figures retreated, Ma Peng took three steps back, and Zhang Fan also took three steps back.

"Sure enough, as I guessed, Vajra Gong has cultivated to the peak of the second layer, and the strength of the physical body alone is enough to stiffen with the sixth-rank martial artist of the martial artist."

A bright light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.

Contrary to Zhang Fan's performance, Ma Peng had an unacceptable expression.

"Impossible, you are just a martial artist of the third grade, and I am a martial artist of the sixth rank of the martial master, why can't I have the upper hand in your hands."

Bloodshot gradually appeared on Ma Peng's hideous face, followed by a compelling wind that hit Zhang Fan, and it turned out that Ma Peng's figure pounced directly on Zhang Fan.

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.

"Then I'll wake you up."

Zhang Fan didn't flinch a step, and directly stepped forward to fight with Ma Peng.

The two of them fought, fists to the flesh, and the whole thing was a desperate posture.

Boom, boom.

After fighting dozens of moves, Ma Peng was a little breathless, but Zhang Fan was not, Zhang Fan still looked calm.

"The Vajra Gong body refining technique is really extraordinary, it is enough to support me in a long battle, making my physique several times stronger than that of ordinary martial artists."

After Zhang Fan stood still, his heart suddenly became clear.

"Do you still need to keep fighting, Senior Brother Ma?"

Zhang Fan asked in a relaxed tone, with a hint of ridicule.

Ma Peng's face turned red, and he was still at a disadvantage when he fought with the legendary waste of the academy, which made all the students in the audience begin to have a look of disdain in their eyes.

"Zhang Fan, don't be rampant, do you think I will be unprepared?"

Ma Peng posed in a starting pose, followed by a handprint in the palm of his hand, and a majestic yuan force formed in Ma Peng's palm.

"It's a Xuan-level martial art, Senior Brother Ma Peng is going to make a move."

There were lively cheers from the audience.

Cang watermark.

Zhang Fan immediately recognized the name of this Xuan-level martial art, which was the Xuan-level martial art that appeared when he fought with Gu Yuan, but this Cang Watermark exploded with greater power in Ma Peng's hands, and its power was at least several times stronger than Gu Yuan.

Ma Peng slapped out with a palm, and then a huge handprint appeared in the void, and the handprint came towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's two eyes suddenly rose with war intent.

Standing still, the long fist was like a dragon, and an invincible momentum emanated from Zhang Fan's body, "Starry Sky Battle Fist, Starry Sky Battlefield." ”

Zhang Fan shouted, followed by a huge fist mark in the void, the fist mark only appeared instantly, and the palm print was swallowed up, and then, the fist mark hit Ma Peng's body, and Ma Peng fell out miserably, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"As I said, you will be defeated."

Zhang Fan said domineeringly.

From Zhang Fan's onto the arena to the end of the decisive battle, there were only a few minutes before and after, and the winner was determined in a few minutes.

The students in the audience looked at Zhang Fan, who was like a god of war on the stage, and secretly swallowed saliva in their hearts.

"Didn't you say that Zhang Fan was just a first-class martial soul talent? How could the combat power be so terrifying. ”

The students of the junior class no longer dare to stare at Zhang Fan with contempt, even Ma Peng, an intermediate class student, is not Zhang Fan's opponent, if Zhang Fan is trash, then these junior class students are not even as good as garbage.

"Good, good."

Yaksha clapped his hands together and applauded Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan, are you interested in joining my camp?"

Yaksha asked from above.

"Not interested."

When Zhang Fan saw Yaksha's self-righteous face, his disgust for Yaksha increased even more.

"Zhang Fan, you are such a bold, Senior Brother Ye is fortunate to be able to take a fancy to you, you have three lives, you don't know how to cherish it."

Zhao Hengyuan couldn't sit still for a while, and pointed at Zhang Fan's nose and scolded.

"Stop, stop."

Yaksha stopped Zhao Hengyuan and said with a smile, "You think about it, when you think about it, you can come to me, my name is Yaksha." ”

"Don't think about it, I won't join your camp."

Zhang Fan is bird is not a bird Yasha, and left directly.

Yaksha looked at Zhang Fan's back, a dangerous smile on his lips.

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