"Dang!" the crisp bell rang, and on the opposite side of the stage, a man appeared at some point, looking like he was about thirty, smiling at himself.

Fanchen was expressionless, bowed his hand, and said, "Dugu Fanchen, please teach Brother Leng!"

Leng Zhuo smiled: "Don't dare, don't dare, there are talented people in the country, although Brother Chen is young, but before the big test, he still stands on the stage with a calm look, no anxious look, and no timidity, compared to me back then, I am too strong, admire and admire." ”

Leng Zhuo smiled and said nothing, looking at him as if he was a bamboo in his chest, only to see his right hand shake, "bang", and a fairy sword that emitted a faint yellow light was sacrificed.

"The name of the sword is 'Shaoyang', Brother Chen, please. ”

Fan Chen glanced at the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and saw that the yellow light on the sword was pure and gentle, and he felt refreshed from afar, and it didn't seem to be extraordinary. God put his hand into his bosom, took out a wooden stick, and took it out.

All the people in the audience, Leng Zhuo and the disciples of all sects and sects in the audience, their eyes fell on this bare wooden stick.

Silent for a while.

"Hahahaha" I don't know who was the first to laugh, breaking the silence, anyway, after a while, the audience burst into laughter, mixed with I don't know who said bitterly: "That, what is that?"

"I said a long time ago, people without doors and factions are all weird, don't say it, yesterday that thin man used the dice magic weapon to become a laughing stock, I didn't expect that today, today there are people with wooden sticks, really, really laughing at me! ha"

At this moment, even Leng Zhuo on the stage couldn't bear it, and laughed a few times before he couldn't hold back, and said: "Brother Chen, this is, hehe, it's yours, hehe, I'm sorry, I can't control it, ah, is this your magic weapon?"

Fan Chen listened to the people around him laughing, his face was calm, and he didn't say a word. He also knew that this stick was too ugly to make people laugh.

Sure enough, in the end, what this wooden stick brought him was the contempt and ridicule of others. The people around him laughed loudly, Fan Chen lowered his head, and as far as his eyes could see, all that was left of the world was the bare wooden stick in his hand.

They laughed and laughed loudly.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The cold feeling seemed to cry out from the depths of his body, slowly wandering through his body.

What is the loneliest time when a person feels?

Is it alone in the face of the indifference of the whole world, is it alone in the face of all the shame?

Is a person's blood cold or boiling?

He looked up and looked ahead.

At this time, the sun was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression clearly.

The Shaoyang Immortal Sword in Leng Zhuo's hand, in the laughter and cheers of the audience, burst out with a brilliance that was almost as bright as the rising sun at this moment, brilliant and awe-inspiring. As his magic trick was introduced, he stopped drinking, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword was like brilliant sunlight, and it pressed over in a dignified manner.

A breath of heat came to his face, but mortal Chen's heart was as cold as ice. The heat seemed to burn his skin, but in front of his eyes, there was a quiet night, in the meteorite sinkhole, the beautiful woman standing on the edge of the pit, hugging her lover tightly, accompanied by the moon.

The next moment, he was engulfed in the sun's brilliant light.

The audience cheered, and the Huashan disciples were all overjoyed, only an exclamation mixed with their laughter, which seemed so harsh.

Hua Ruoxue, who suddenly appeared, ignored the hundreds of enthusiastic eyes next to her, and exclaimed, as if she was sorry for the mortal dust.

Even the white-bearded old man sitting on the side seemed to be startled by Hua Ruoxue and glanced at it.

On the stage, the brilliant golden light and the rising sun in the sky complemented each other, brilliant and dazzling, Leng Zhuo felt a burst of pride in his heart, at this moment even he himself felt that his cultivation had reached an unprecedented peak, and he, after defeating the opponent in front of him, who was not looking at it and was not beating, would definitely march forward, even if it was the final victory! After all, after today, he only needed to win four more games.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword shone even brighter, seeing the young man in front of him wrinkle his face in pain in the blazing light, and even bit his lip.

Suddenly, at this very moment, his heart pounded, as if someone had smashed him with a hammer in his body. At this time when everyone couldn't see Fan Chen clearly, Leng Zhuo, the person standing opposite Fan Chen, clearly saw him raise his head and open his eyes through the brilliant light of his Shaoyang Immortal Sword.

Those black eyes full of indifference and indifference!

An invisible and unknown coldness quickly expanded, Leng Zhuo saw that the bare wooden stick seemed to come to life at this moment, chaotic, and the true qi at the top of the stick was even more gray, reflecting on Fan Chen's body, as if he had completely become another person. All these changes occurred within the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and no one except Leng Zhuo saw it anymore.

Leng Zhuo was terrified, but before he could react, the cold aura had already hidden under the light of the Shaoyang Immortal Sword and entangled him, and he almost immediately felt a whirlwind of the heavens, and his whole body seemed to have been hit hard, and a moment later, the faint gray light emitted by the square sword qi on the wooden stick shone on his body.

Offstage, Hua Ruoxue looked nervously at Fan Chen, who was wrapped in that light, and when she thought that Fan Chen was now like a monkey being barbecued, she almost didn't want to look at it anymore, on the contrary, the disciples of the Huashan Sect were all applauding and cheering, and they were overjoyed.

At this moment, all of a sudden, everyone could only hear Leng Zhuo on the stage roaring, and the Shaoyang Immortal Sword rose to the sky, and the light immediately dissipated, revealing the figure of mortal dust. And Leng Zhuo seemed to be seriously injured, and retreated again and again, and a moment later, in the surprised eyes of everyone, his face was pale, and his body was full of wounds caused by sword qi. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at Fan Chen, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anyway.

After a while, I saw his body shake a few times, and he fell to the ground with a thud, fainting, unconscious.

On and off the stage, there was silence, and everyone looked at each other, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

After a while, it was the white-bearded old man who reacted first, jumped into the ring in a flash, came to Leng Zhuo's side, and took a closer look, but found that his whole body was intact, and there was no sign of poisoning, but he seemed to have been severely injured by sword qi, and he was injured both inside and outside.

He frowned, stood up, looked at Fan Chen, and couldn't help but look at the young man, and by the way, his eyes also aimed at the bare wooden stick that Fan Chen was holding tightly in his hand.

"You've won. The white-bearded old man suppressed the doubts in his heart and said calmly.

The disciples of the Huashan faction in the audience were in an uproar, but the facts were in front of them, but there was nothing to say, but Leng Zhuo was too inexplicable and unbelievable, obviously the victory was in hand, and suddenly he was defeated with a loud roar, which was really unacceptable.