Zhang Bufan felt that it didn't matter whether he went to the Wuji Sword Sect at this time or not, but the words of the young man from the Wuji Sword Sect were bitter and harsh.

"Let's just say, how could Zhang Bufan enter the Wuji Sword Sect!"

"He's just a clown!"

The discussion in the audience rang out again, only this time, the volume was much lower.

In this round of the second swordsmanship comprehension, Zhang Bufan won the first place, followed by Jian Yi, Yuan Longfei, Xiao Xueer, and Xu Xiang.

After seeing Zhang Bufan being rejected by the Wuji Sword Sect, Yuan Longfei cracked his mouth and laughed.

Finally arrived at the third item of the Sifeng sword test, between him and Zhang Bufan, there was finally a battle, on this day, Yuan Longfei had been waiting for a long time!

Actual combat is the most direct means to test the comprehensive ability of disciples.

The third item is the most important thing. The first two items are just a warm-up.

The actual battle adopts the method of drawing lots, two by two, round by round, as long as you lose a game, you will be eliminated.

The sign in Zhang Bufan's hand said No. 3, and his opponent in the first round was a disciple of Sword Casting Peak named Pu Haoyan, who was also at the peak of the Body Refining Realm.

Before Zhang Bufan came on the court, Yuan Longfei deliberately walked through the crowd and came to Zhang Bufan, and said gloomily: "I hope you don't lose too early!"

Zhang Bufan glanced at Yuan Longfei lightly, only to see that his life palace was too narrow, less than two fingers wide, such people are narrow-minded, unable to solve the knots in the unhappy, easy to drill the horns, impatient temperament, easy to bad things, once things are not done well, the heart will be more anxious, such a vicious circle.

And Yuan Longfei's Yin Tang at this time was black, and thin and straight black lines appeared on the Yin Tang, which showed that he must have everything going wrong today.

When Yuan Longfei came to find Zhang Bufan, he had already attracted the attention of many people, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of gunpowder. Zhang Bufan was not timid at all, looked directly into Yuan Longfei's eyes, and said arrogantly: "You are still worried about yourself." ”

As soon as Zhang Bufan said this, the atmosphere between him and Yuan Longfei was extremely tense.

Yuan Longfei's cultivation is now a nine-fold condensation, and among all the disciples, no one can match it except for Jian Yi, and it can be said that he is the second person in this year's Four Peaks Sword Test, but Zhang Bufan said that he was worried about himself?

The phrase itself, like a joke.

Yuan Longfei looked up to the sky and laughed, pointing his sword at Zhang Bufan: "Your life belongs to me, you can only be defeated by me!"

After Yuan Longfei finished speaking, he turned his head and left the ring where Zhang Bufan was.

......

Fu Haoyan is five big and three thick, with bulging muscles all over his body, dark skin, and looks very honest.

Because of the refining of the Sword Peak, most of the disciples are physically strong, and their physical bodies are very strong.

Only Chen Sisi is an exception, but although Chen Sisi looks petite, the explosiveness of the power in his body should not be underestimated.

Fu Haoyan and Zhang Bufan stood opposite each other on the martial arts stage, and in the eyes of everyone, Fu Haoyan had an absolute advantage in terms of strength compared to Zhang Bufan, who looked thin.

And the sword called Wild Battle in Fu Haoyan's hand is a medium-grade magic weapon.

Fu Haoyan has a simple personality, and he did not despise or despise Zhang Bufan because of those rumors from the outside world, he stood on the stage, his two thick black eyebrows were open and flat, he bowed to Zhang Bufan, and said: "Fu Haoyan of Sword Casting Peak, please give advice!"

"Feng Jianfeng Zhang Bufan, please advise!"

Fu Haoyan looked at Zhang Bufan's wooden sword, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and said: "What you are holding in your hand is a wooden sword, but my mad battle is a medium-grade magic weapon. ”

Zhang Bufan said: "Don't judge people by their appearance in anything, let alone take a sword by their appearance." ”

"Sword ?...... by appearance"

Fu Haoyan muttered Zhang Bufan's words in his mouth, and seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

"Let's get out of the sword!" Zhang Bufan interrupted Fu Haoyan's entanglement, pulled out the wooden sword, and pointed at Fu Haoyan.

Fu Haoyan came back to his senses, his expression was solemn, and he pulled out of the scabbard to fight.

The blade of the sword is broad, but the blade is recognizable.

Fu Haoyan looked at the fierce battle with gentle eyes, as if looking at his own child.

Sword cultivation loves swords, and refiners regard swords as their lives, although Fu Haoyan is only a refining apprentice now, he has the same heart as the fierce battle in his hand.

The reason why the wild battle is called a wild war is because this sword seems to have a passionate boil, and every time he fights with Fu Haoyan, he is full of fighting spirit.

But today, Fu Haoyan found that the furious battle was a little different from the past.

At this time, the battle spirit was completely lost, and the sword body trembled slightly, conveying a feeling of fear to Fu Haoyan.

Fu Haoyan scratched his head, what was he afraid of?

At this time, he was in the ring, and although he felt the fear of a wild battle in the middle of the battle, Fu Haoyan did not hesitate or think too much, he still raised his mad sword and suddenly slashed towards Zhang Bufan.

Looking at Fu Haoyan's offensive, Zhang Bufan also raised the wooden sword in his hand to meet the wild battle.

Looking at Zhang Bufan's move, a light flashed in Fu Haoyan's eyes, and he secretly reduced the strength in his hand.

"Use the wooden sword to block Fu Haoyan's medium-grade magic weapon, his brain is fine, right?"

Voices of surprise rang out from the crowd.

In this shock, there was a sudden change in the ring.

The furious battle in Fu Haoyan's hand suddenly lost control, and when it was about to collide with Zhang Bufan's wooden sword, it flew out upside down.

When.

The furious battle fell on the stone slab a few meters behind Fu Haoyan.

Fu Haoyan himself was stunned in the ring, like a wooden chicken.

The shock in Fu Haoyan's heart was extreme, and the moment Fang Zhan came out of his hand, he clearly felt the cowardice of the mad battle to the extreme.

Fu Haoyan looked at the wooden sword in Zhang Bufan's hand.

The wooden sword looked like it was just an ordinary wooden sword.

A wooden sword is a wooden sword, but Fu Haoyan cleared in his heart that this was by no means an ordinary wooden sword.

"Don't take the sword by appearance. Fu Haoyan recalled what Zhang Bufan had said before the battle.

This simple and strong young man swallowed saliva, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse: "I lost ......"

Fu Haoyan picked up the wild battle and left the ring, turned around before leaving, and took a deep look at the wooden sword in Zhang Bufan's hand.

"What's the situation?"

"What happened just now? Why did Fu Haoyan suddenly admit defeat?"

Fu Haoyan suddenly admitted defeat, and there was a commotion in the audience, in their opinion, this battle was originally Fu Haoyan's chance of winning, but he was defeated without a fight.

It's weird.

Fu Haoyan felt that this was too weird in his heart at this time, he held the wild battle tightly in his arms, he could still feel the trembling of the wild war, and couldn't help but think: "That wooden sword, what is the origin?"

Although Zhang Bufan's victory seemed to be a victory in the eyes of everyone, he did win.

Fu Haoyan stood in the distance, silently looking at Zhang Bufan, full of strong curiosity about his wooden sword.