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"Damn, I actually comprehended the legendary power, this powerful and unpredictable power, even I can't comprehend."

Yuan Long gritted his teeth and gurgled his teeth, and his eyes were full of jealousy when he looked at Zhang Fan.

Late stage of the eighth rank of martial arts.

Zhang Fan's eyes showed excitement, and his whole body swelled with fighting intent.

"I hope you can push me to my potential."

Zhang Fan whispered softly at the corner of his mouth, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear.

Zhang Fan is at the peak of the four grades of martial arts, this barrier hinders Zhang Fan's progress, and without enough resources, Zhang Fan can only put his hope on breaking through his own potential.

"Senior Sister Xue'er, let's join forces together."

After Yuan Long realized that Zhang Fan had comprehended the situation, he guessed that even if he could defeat Zhang Fan, he would be seriously injured, and Yuan Long didn't want to let Yun Xue'er pick up a bargain in the end.

"Okay."

Yun Xue'er didn't have as many bent intestines as Yuan Long, and when she heard this, she made a quick move, and a sharp sword cut through the air and cut at Zhang Fan.

"Great, when the two of you lose the fight, I will profit again."

After Yun Xue'er made a move, Yuan Long did not strike again, but stopped and stared at the two people who were fighting.

"Star Fist."

Zhang Fan shouted, followed by a direct punch, and between the punches, the waves of qi rolled out, which was extremely terrifying.

"Light Sword Technique."

Yun Xue'er wielded a sword, and the sword cut out the spatial airflow, which was quite terrifying.

Yun Xue'er herself is a mid-stage cultivation of the eighth rank of a martial artist, and coupled with the cultivation of this Xuan-level lower-grade martial art light spirit sword technique to the Dacheng realm, even an ordinary martial artist of the ninth rank is difficult to compete.

However, Zhang Fan relied on this starry sky combat fist to fight with Yun Xue'er.

The sound of booming gas explosions was endless.

Zhang Fan is simple and rude, let you have thousands of skills, I will break it by myself, and Yun Xue'er is just the opposite, Yun Xue'er's light and spiritual swordsmanship is the flow of skills, using skills to find the enemy's flaws and defeat the opponent.

A sword of the brush broke through Zhang Fan's defense and killed Zhang Fan directly.

"Not good."

In an instant, Zhang Fan sensed that a crisis had befallen him, but at this time there was no extra choice, and Zhang Fan had no other way than to resist.

"This kid is going to lose."

Zhu Qing took the opportunity to strike at Zhang Fandao.

"Crow's beak."

Zhou Yuerong shot back mercilessly, but Zhou Yuerong's beautiful face was also full of worry, obviously holding the same thoughts as Zhu Qing in her heart.

Brush, smack.

The sound of gold and iron clashing rang in everyone's ears.

Immediately, in the unimaginable gaze of everyone, a young man with a faint jade light blooming all over his body grabbed the sharp sword with one hand, the young man's appearance was extremely solemn, but his face was full of relaxed smiles.

"It's not enough."

The four words sounded extremely bold and arrogant, but they made the junior class students present enthusiastic, and they couldn't wait to say such a sentence instead of Zhang Fan.

"How is that possible?"

Zhu Qing's eyes were wide open, and when Zhang Fan grabbed the sword with one hand, Zhu Qing still couldn't accept this fact in his heart.

"That's the gap."

Zhou Yuerong was very uplifted, and at the same time extremely proud, this was from her own student.

"Impossible."

In the field, Yun Xue'er also had an unacceptable expression, looking at this young face in surprise.

"I see, this kid has even cultivated a body refining technique."

Furukawa stood behind the crowd and commented with satisfaction.

"That's it, Yun Xue'er."

I saw that after Zhang Fan grabbed the sword with one hand, his right hand moved, and the sword followed Zhang Fan's pace, and Yun Xue'er's body involuntarily followed the movement of the sword.

Starry Sky Battle Fist, defeated.

Zhang Fan's eyes were concentrated like never before, and an extremely powerful wave bloomed on Zhang Fan's body.

Starry Sky Battlefield.

The indomitable fist roared down, and in the air, as if an ancient troll had been condensed, one arm swung out fiercely.

The light spirit sword technique was broken through the defense in an instant, and its owner, Yun Xue'er, was injured all of a sudden.

"You've lost."

is a simple three words, but everyone present can't ignore it.

"That's right, I lost."

The corners of Yun Xue'er's mouth were bitter, "I lost to you for the second time, it seems that I have no hope of surpassing you in this life." ”

Zhang Fan didn't stop by Yun Xue'er's side, but quickly took a few steps and walked in the direction of Yuanlong.

"You are very despicable, you are even more shameless than Fang Tonglai."

Zhang Fan's voice resounded, making Yuanlong's face more and more unsightly.

"Zhang Fan, don't think that if you defeat Yun Xue'er, you can defeat me, you can fight in a row, Yun Xue'er, now I am afraid that there is not much Yuan Power left in the body."

Yuan Long stared at Zhang Fan's eyes, trying to get useful information from Zhang Fan's pupils.

"That's right, I only have less than one percent of my Yuan Force left."

Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"It's enough to beat you, though."

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he followed the punch with a direct step, and with each step, the fist momentum increased by one point.

"I'm not as stupid as they are, for you to gather momentum."

Yuan Long's eyes showed a vicious look, and he directly palmed out, nine stacks of strength.

In Yuanlong's palm strength, one strength was connected to one strength, and the latter one was nearly doubled, one connected to the other.

"The sevenfold strength, that is, fourteen times the original strength, Zhang Fan, you are doomed."

Yuan Long laughed wildly.

"Damn, if you let Brother Fan gain momentum, I'm afraid that it will be Brother Fan who wins this battle."

Wang Xuan and Zhao Yitian secretly gritted their teeth, eager to jump directly on the stage to block this move instead of Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan stopped, followed by a direct punch, and with a punch, the air produced an explosion sound, and he was indomitable, and the momentum of the enemy swept out along the fist.

In an instant, it directly devoured the sevenfold palm power.

Bang bang, bang bang.

The fist slammed into Yuan Long's body, and Yuan Long's face instantly turned blood red, and at least three bones were broken.

"Perfection."

Before Yuan Long fell unconscious, he finally said three words that were unacceptable.

"Good boy, he has cultivated his Xuan-level martial arts to the perfection realm, I'm afraid even Ling'er, a ghost girl, can't have such a demonic understanding."

Furukawa was shocked when he saw it, if he didn't care about his identity, he was afraid that Guhe couldn't help but stand up and praise Zhang Fan directly.

"The consummation realm is still a Xuan-level martial art."

Zhu Qing and Zhou Yuerong, as well as Wang Gang and other relevant people all saw the source of Zhang Fan's punch, and they all looked shocked.

"Hmph, fortunately, this kid is only a first-class martial soul talent, even if his understanding is demonic, it will be difficult to achieve results in the future."

Zhu Qing's words seemed to be quite unwilling, and at the same time there was an element of jealousy.

"Brother Fan is good."

Wang Xuan and Zhao Yitian watched the whole process with enthusiasm, and when they saw Zhang Fan defeated the two of them in a row, Zhang Fan cheered excitedly.

"The champion of this junior class competition is Zhang Fan."

Wang Gang's blood was also boiling, but Wang Gang was a deacon after all, so he had to hold back the blood in his heart and stand on the stage and announce.

"Zhang Fan, the champion of this competition has a mysterious prize, you will go directly to the dean's office later, there are surprises waiting for you."

Wang Gang squeezed his eyebrows at Zhang Fan and looked at Zhang Fan in a daze.

In an instant, a bad feeling arose in Zhang Fan's heart.

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