Chen Fan's combat strength was fully open, and Jun Niansheng couldn't resist.

His current combat effectiveness is still at a relatively high level, but Jun Niansheng can't hold on a little anymore, and after a long period of consumption, he can't even resist Chen Fan.

That's because the Tongtian Immortal Tree next to it has been replenishing energy, and the remaining energy around it is also being absorbed by the Immortal Tree.

Chen Fan has supplies, Jun Niansheng does not, and Jun Niansheng's combat effectiveness seems to be biased towards the condensation of spiritual power. It's hard to come back in a short time after consumption.

The shock in his heart has reached the highest in his life!

Bang!

Suddenly, Jun Nianchang groaned, and the whole person rushed over again, this time, all the mana in the veins in his body surged out, turning into a divine light like training, and descended on the top of Chen Fan's head. Bang dang!

A layer of giant swords appeared above Chen Fan's head, resisted it, and with a single step, the whole person rushed out, approaching Jun Niansheng, bang!

He was punched in the chest, and his body exploded, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a hundred thousand mountains, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, smashing and rolling on the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and looking shocked!

This punch hit the chest, causing Jun Niansheng to vomit blood, severe pain in his viscera, and serious injury!

"I'm actually defeated!"

Jun Niansheng's face was pale, he never thought that he would lose to Chen Fan, he could lose to the master of the combination, but he never thought that he would lose to a genius who was about the same age as him, in his mind, no one of his age could defeat him, because he was a genius.

However, after Jun Niansheng's face was stunned, he laughed wildly. The three disciples next to him didn't understand.

At this moment, Jun Niansheng was staring at Chen Fan and laughing, "Okay, good!"

At this time, he still didn't forget to chant poetry, stared at Chen Fan, and looked around, "What a genius! You really opened my eyes! It's good, I'm Jun Niansheng, I can't meet someone who is more talented than me, I always feel a pity, but now I have met it."

In this situation, I want to chant a poem: Lao Tzu has been invincible for 18 years, and today he met a young man, and he was defeated in battle, and there are such people in the world!"

"Kill me!"

Jun Niansheng knew that he was not Chen Fan's opponent, this young man in front of him was too strong! He really doubted that he was a genius with water, how could he meet a person like Chen Fan, and he felt that he was not good at all?

No, he is still a genius, but this Chen Fan is too strong.

Simply a genius among geniuses!

I couldn't fight, it was useless to say anything, my eyes were closed, and I said to the three apprentices in the distance, "If you can escape, you can escape, I can't protect myself." ”

"Huh!"

But at this moment, Chen Fan smiled, he stared at Jun Niansheng, who seemed to be waiting for death with his eyes closed, and said, "Your poems and water products are really not good." ”

What the?

Jun Niansheng suddenly opened his eyes, "Shi can be killed, I am not your opponent, but the water of poetry, no one in this world can compare, this point, I only obey myself! If you want to kill, you can kill, you can't insult me." ”

Jun Niansheng's ability to compose poetry is really incomparable, because among the people he knows, there are almost no people who compose poetry, and they are all people who like to cultivate. And Jun Niansheng's poetry is indeed incomparable to few people, because he can compose poetry casually, and he hardly needs to think about it.

But Chen Fan smiled, he didn't know how to compose poems, but he knew a lot about memorizing poems.

"Strength, you are not my opponent, and you are not the same when writing poetry. ”

Chen Fan's brows moved, but he felt that this Jun Niansheng was different from ordinary people, anyway, the evil fire had not come out yet, and he fought very happily in this battle, and there was time.

"What? You say I'm not as good as you in poetry? This brother, you're too much, aren't you?"

Jun Niansheng's expression moved, "Listen to your tone, you can also compose poems, in this way, you compose a poem, and I will listen to it." ”

"It's not difficult to compose poetry, but if I win, give me the best treasure fan in your hand, and if you win, I won't kill you!"

Chen Fan said, "I could have killed you and got what was on you, but I'll give you a chance." You won me, I let you go!"

"Oh?" Jun Niansheng looked at the white treasure fan in his hand, crystal clear, the edge was white jade, and inside was a special white cloth, on which was a picture of mountains and rivers, one and a half feet long, blooming with white light, at first glance, it was not a mortal thing, but also a heavy treasure on his body, that is, the elder of their sect, the elder Taishang, there may not be such a treasure fan as him.

However, since this Chen Fan is not self-sufficient compared to what he is best at, he is not unable to compare with him.

"Master, you don't have to die!"

The three apprentices next to him were overjoyed. This Chen Fan actually gave Jun Niansheng a chance? And he is also the master's best at composing poetry? This is not self-sufficient? Their master's poetry is watery, and they only have to worship it. Who else in the world has the talent of their master?