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Zhang Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

He had never known the young man with the scar on his face, and he didn't understand why the other party was targeting him.

"If you beat me, you'll be entitled to know my name."

The young man with a scar on his face said proudly.

"This kid is miserable, Zhuang Le is a martial spirit three-grade martial artist, even if he is stronger than Yaksha."

From time to time, the onlookers let out voices of schadenfreude.

Zhang Fan didn't pay attention to Zhuang Le, but locked his eyes on Long Xuan's body, if I win him, I can take something from Tingyuxuan.

"Joke, you beat him, what's my business."

Long Xuan smiled mockingly.

After Long Xuan's words fell, there were all kinds of discussions, of course, ridiculing Zhang Fan.

"In that case, then why should I accept Zhuang Le's challenge, I give up."

Zhang Fan said directly with a nonchalant look.

Long Xuan's arms were trembling, and for some reason, when facing Zhang Fan, the rhythm of control became not dominated by him, but by Zhang Fan, whom he regarded as an ant, which made Long Xuan slightly unacceptable.

"Boy, you're scared."

Zhuang Le saw that Long Xuan's face was not very good-looking, so he immediately stepped forward, forced Zhang Fan, and said mockingly.

"Joke, you, a martial spirit three-rank martial artist, challenge me a martial artist nine-rank peak martial artist, you are embarrassed."

Zhang Fan's face was covered with a look of disgust.

Suddenly, the onlookers burst out laughing, and Zhang Fan's words were reasonable.

"Zhuang Le, Zhang Fan's words are right, you are a martial spirit three-grade martial artist challenging a martial artist who has not yet stepped into the realm of martial spirits, it is indeed too shameless."

A young man walked out of the crowd, his face was like a knife, and there was a faint knife intent in his eyes.

Zhang Fan was shocked to see it, he was a swordsman.

Swordsman, a warrior who is good at using a sword, this kind of warrior attacks strongly, several times stronger than ordinary warriors.

Seeing the young man scolding, Zhuang Le immediately lowered his head.

Long Xuan frowned slightly, "Bai Zhantian, you have to take care of this matter." ”

"Haha, Long Xuan, you still want to fight with me again, I have some expectations."

Bai Zhantian was not only not afraid of this master who listened to Yuxuan, but there was a eagerness in his expression, Long Xuan suddenly waved his hand, "The battle between us is left in the advanced class, there is no need to fight now." ”

For Bai Zhantian, Long Xuan was still a little jealous, of course, only jealous.

"Zhang Fan, don't worry, with me Bai Zhantian here, no one can force you."

Bai Zhantian laughed and laughed, and his laughter was accompanied by a strong Yuan Li.

Zhuang Le shifted his gaze to Long Xuan's body.

Long Xuan smiled loudly and put on a kind look, "Brother Zhang Fan's request, I will naturally agree, as long as Brother Zhang Fan can take ten moves in Zhuang Le's hands, I will grant you a request." ”

Long Xuan locked his eyes on Gu Linger's body from beginning to end, and seeing Gu Linger's intimacy with Zhang Fan, the hatred in Long Xuan's eyes skyrocketed even more.

"Zhang Fan, don't believe his words, Zhuang Le is not an ordinary martial spirit three-grade martial artist, even if it is a Yaksha, he can't make ten moves in his hands."

Gu Linger shouted worriedly.

"Long Xuan, it's too despicable for you to do this."

Gu Ling'er glared at Long Xuan angrily, "Senior Sister Ling'er." ”

Long Xuan shouted anxiously, but when he heard that Gu Ling'er's words were all about defending Zhang Fan, the killing intent in his eyes not only did not decrease but increased.

He glanced at Zhuang Le.

Zhuang Le will know.

"If you want to blame the kid, you can only blame you for not knowing the height of the sky, even Long Xuan's woman dares to rob it, it seems that you must be abolished today."

Zhuang Le said coldly in his heart.

"Zhang Fan, don't be fooled, my grandfather is the dean, I can help you get what you want."

Gu Linger said anxiously.

Hearing this, the killing intent in Long Xuan's eyes almost turned into substance.

"Hmph."

Bai Zhantian snorted coldly.

In an instant, Long Xuanhui returned to his kind appearance.

"Ling'er, I'm a big man, so I naturally have to rely on my own strength to take things."

Zhang Fan said seriously,

"Okay, Brother Zhang Fan, I didn't misread you."

Bai Zhantian applauded Zhang Fan.

"Okay, boy, have you finished saying anything unashamed, when you are done, hurry up."

Zhuang Le shouted impatiently.

"As you wish."

Zhang Fan stepped out and faced Zhuang Le.

Zhuang Le smiled coldly, and at the moment when everyone was surprised, a punch was blasted out, and the air seemed to be squeezed out by this punch, and Huo Huo's angry explosion pressed towards Zhang Fan.

"Hey, Zhang Fan is going to lose, but this move is not something that ordinary martial arts first-grade martial artists can resist."

Everyone shook their heads.

Bang.

After the explosion, an afterimage faded into thin air.

"It's so fast, it seems that this competition is not so boring."

The onlookers were all the top geniuses of the intermediate class, and when they saw Zhang Fan's fleeting figure, they immediately showed a few smiles.

"Damn."

Seeing that his casual punch did not hurt Zhang Fan, this made Zhuang Le's face a little unpleasant.

"Boy, you're no match for me than speed."

Zhuang Le also jumped forward in an instant, easily crossed a distance of dozens of meters, forced towards Zhang Fan, and punched out again.

The corners of Zhang Fan's eyes showed a solemn look.

"Oops, the speed of the martial spirit third-grade martial artist is several times stronger than mine, and if you continue to use your body technique, it is obviously ugly."

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

"In that case, let's give it a try."

Zhang Fan's whole body was full of energy, and the strength of his fist was like a dragon, breaking out of the air, colliding with Zhuang Le's punch.

There were two explosions, Zhuang Le did not retreat one step, and Zhang Fan took three steps back.

Which is strong and which is weak, you can tell at a glance.

"Boy, I only used the force of one punch just now, and then I will use two percent of the force."

Zhuang Le enjoyed the frightened eyes of his enemies.

"Well, that's not right."

"Boy, you're not afraid."

Zhuang Le said mockingly.

"I didn't do my best, either."

Zhang Fan said as usual.

"Ah, with martial arts cultivation as a battle against a martial spirit powerhouse, you dare to retain your spare strength."

The onlookers suddenly let out a discussion.

Long Xuan vaguely sensed a bad premonition, while Bai Zhantian had a normal expression, as if he had already known about it.

Listening to the discussion around him, Zhuang Le's face became blue and red.

"Boy, I've changed my mind, I've decided to use forty percent of my strength."

Zhuang Le said cruelly.

Zhang Fan still looked calm, as if Zhuang Le used a little strength and had nothing to do with him.

"Boy, I want you dead."

Zhuang Le hated others to show such indifferent eyes the most, and punched out directly, like a tiger roaring out, the power of this punch was at least several times stronger than the previous punch.

The onlookers were all staring at Zhang Fan, to see how Zhang Fan would deal with this punch.

Gu Linger's heart was raised to her throat.

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