On the third day of the Xiling Bang Dabi, the noon sun was very poisonous and dazzling.

"Tick!"

On the vast stump battle platform, the blood of the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy whose right shoulder was pierced by a long sword dripped down his right arm, giving people the feeling of gradually solidifying on the battle platform.

The young man with trembling legs was not afraid, but unyielding, insisting on standing on the battle platform, staring at a swarthy young man in the distance.

"Don't you want to stop yet?"

Ji Fan glanced at Ning Anyuan and asked him.

Seeing Ning Anyuan's calm and unmoved expression, Ji Fan took a deep breath and waved lightly at Hua Feihua.

"You big brother can't go down?"

Ning Anyuan flashed and blocked in front of Hua Feihua.

Regarding Ning Anyuan's obstruction, Ji Fan Muran's face did not have any expression, and he stepped into the battle platform step by step.

"Although you lose this time, you don't need to be reluctant, go down, your time is still long. While walking towards the injured boy, Ji Fan persuaded him.

"What kind of ability is just looking at the wind and cold words, how can you understand my efforts. "Qin Durong, who is not very old, obviously has a great prejudice against Ji Fan.

was taught a lesson by a child, and Ji Fan still had no expression.

The monks of all forces, seeing Ji Fan entering the battle platform, were talking a lot.

As Ji Fan approached reaching out, although Qin Durong wanted to shake him off, his body seemed to be bound by an invisible pressure, and he couldn't move, so he could only watch him slowly pull the long sword off his shoulder.

"Ahh ”

The young man couldn't help but snort in pain, but Ji Fan, who drew his sword, didn't blink.

"Whew!"

Pulled out from the young man's shoulder with the long sword, there was also a shadow of wounded power, and I saw Ji Fan's left hand grasping towards the side of his body, and the aura in the space was actually taken in the hand he was holding at a speed visible to the naked eye under the faint fluctuation of will.

"Whew!"

Ji Fan placed the left hand holding the aura in front of him, and in the process of letting go, he blew on the wound on the young man's right shoulder.

Something strange happened, the sword hole on the young man's right shoulder, under the condition of the slightest spiritual energy, the flesh and blood began to regenerate, and the wound grew granulations and closed.

"Are you trying to prove yourself by winning a competition?" Ji Fan grabbed the young man's arm and was about to return to the branches on the periphery of the battle platform.

"In this competition, although Dao Xuanzong lost, Ji Fan, the eldest disciple of my Great Yanfeng lineage, will compete with the powerhouses of the major sects on the Bihong Terrace. Without waiting for Ji Fan to take a few steps, Ning Anyuan's voice let go resounded inside and outside the battle platform.

Regarding Ning Anyuan's failure to mention the Nine Palace Sect, indicating that there were still people in the Dao Xuanzong and Dayan Peak lineages, Ji Fan stopped on the battle platform and couldn't help but look at her.

Ning Anyuan called Ji Fan Mu Yuan before, but at this time, he changed his words in public in Xiling Bang, and even the young man who was taken back was unknown.

In fact, what Ji Fan really wanted to say to the young man was that his era had long ended.

"The tone is really big, do you want to get back face after losing?"

"What, this is a person who can't afford to lose, and he comes up to replace the injured disciple. ”

"Think if you grow taller, you can win?"

Many low-level cultivators were a little restless, mostly dissatisfied with Ning Anyuan's replacement.

"Ning Anyuan is the first seat, you just raise the level of the big competition, and you want to directly enter the stage where the strong are respected and the winner is king, which will be very difficult. Zhong Xiyan, who was wearing a veil, smiled and said secretly.

"If I didn't believe in the strength of my disciple, I wouldn't do this. Ning Anyuan glanced at Ji Fan deeply, and seemed to be a different person.

Until this time, Ji Fan had already confirmed that Ning Anyuan, the master mother, was very wrong.

Ji Fan, who was holding back his emotions, beckoned to Hua Feihua and motioned for her to bring the little one back.

"Be careful yourself, there's something wrong with my sister. When Hua Feihua came over, Ji Fan said to her.

Ji Fan, who was called by Ning Anyuan to break his identity and forcibly pushed onto the battlefield, didn't know why, from some of her words, he seemed to see the shadow of his master Mu Huaisheng.

"Back then, Shizun was devoured by the sword flower, and it was obviously lost. Ji Fan's mind was in turmoil, and he thought of the scene when Mu Huaisheng was lost during the battle of the righteous demons.

"Do you want to be the best of the best? Before Ji Fan could figure out what was going on, the solid muscular man in the horse coat had already fallen towards the battle platform.

Ji Fan's mind was not on the big competition at all, he was even thinking about whether to take down his sister Ning Anyuan.

The restless mood made the ancient qi in Ji Fan's body begin to fluctuate, but the spiritual pressure had not yet been revealed.

"What are you doing standing there stunned?"

Ning Anyuan opened her mouth to Ji Fan, making him in a trance again.

"I'm on. ”

The swarthy young man who had injured Qin Durong before, who was also a junior disciple of Flying Star Cliff, suddenly rushed towards Ji Fan when he saw the sect master coming down.

"Bang!"

The swarthy young man's punch hit Ji Fan's heart head-on, like a meteor.

"Master, it's been a long time!"

Ji Fan turned his head to look at Ning Anyuan's eyes, which looked extremely complicated.

Ning Anyuan looked at Ji Fan calmly and did not give him a clear response.

"Why?"

Just as the swarthy young man turned around and released a sharp cone to stab Ji Fan's heart again, he said lightly.

"Buzz!"

The bright essence light surged from Ji Fan's body, causing the movements of the swarthy young man to stop in front of him.

"If you want a body, I can give you one. Ji Fan ignored the swarthy young man, raised his breath slightly, and opened his mouth, not only was a dragon coffin released from his belly, but even a scroll-like thing came out of his mouth.

Unlike the dragon coffin, which was whisked towards Ning Anyuan by Ji Fan, the thing of the scroll was opened, and it was a battle flag.

The essence light emitted from Ji Fan's body softened a lot after the brilliance, and he didn't have too strong a sense of aggression, and he didn't look majestic.

"Whew!"

Ning Anyuan stretched out her hand against the dragon coffin, but a line of soul thoughts emanating from the coffin made her left arm glow with strange soul fluctuations.

Whether it is a marriage seal or a Shura Ba seal, Ji Fan is not very sure.

When Ji Fan changed his sister Ning Anyuan's Xingrui fox body, he didn't find anything unusual about her soul, but in the end, compared with him now, he was very different from now.

Ji Fan took out the Soul Cultivation Battle Flag at this time, which also had a sense of temptation, not to mention that the dragon coffin had aroused Shi Niang's strange soul mark and soul power fluctuations, he even saw that Ning Anyuan's eyes were shocked and attracted by the Soul Cultivation Battle Flag.

"Little one, if you want to challenge me, I'm afraid there will be others. Ji Fan waved his sleeves slightly, and softly waved out the swarthy young man who had come to a standstill.

The multi-eyed magic ring was spit out of Ji Fan's mouth and carried on the middle finger of his left hand.

Ji Fan no longer looked at his master Ning Anyuan, and didn't say anything, but his eyes fell on the man in the horse coat.

"I'm afraid I can't fight alone. ”

As soon as Ji Fan spoke, Ning Anyuan's eyes couldn't help but open slightly.

Ji Fan, who has lived for more than 400 years, doesn't even know what to do in the face of today's situation.

Without the master Mu Huaisheng and the master Ning Anyuan, Ji Fan would not be where he is today, and the two elders have worked hard for him.

Even today, Ji Fan is still receiving the blessings of his master and his mother, his astral disk, the Heavenly Dry Zen he cultivated, and the ancient spiritual roots he planted were all given to him by the two.

"I've been hiding it for so many years, not to mention the master, I don't know what kind of mood the master is!" Ji Fan sighed secretly.

Unlike the low-level cultivators of various forces, some of the powerhouses were more or less surprised.

"Buzz!"

Ji Fan's pair of spiritual eyes, twelve pieces of dead pupil power vortex appeared, and he reached into the space on both sides of his body with both hands, and had already grabbed two small black knives.

"Let the low-ranking monks disperse. ”

Looking around the battle platform, Ji Fan said in a deep voice.

"Master, don't. ”

Hua Feihua felt that Ji Fan's mood was extremely chaotic, and while guarding Ning Anyuan, she reminded him loudly.

Hearing the sound of Hua Feihua, Ji Fan's surging spiritual power suddenly stagnated.

Just when Ji Fan had the intention of giving up and wanted to turn around, one figure after another flew down from the east side of the battle platform.

"Stupid, if you don't do it, do you think that others will let you go?" Ning Anyuan glanced at Hua Feihua sharply, and then said to Ji Fan in a deep voice.

Hua Feihua wanted to move, but was stopped by Ji Fan shaking his head.

In fact, Ji Fan considered escaping, but he was worried that his sister Ning Anyuan would not leave.

"If you're not afraid of death, come with me. ”

Ji Fan unfurled a pair of floating light wings behind him, and although his figure flew up on the battle platform, the speed was not very fast.

Regarding Ji Fan's move, although the strong people of all parties had their own thoughts, they did not stop it.

I saw that the road was gone, and in a blink of an eye, it went to the east of the Bihong Mountains.

"What's going on?"

The low-ranking monks of the various forces who were left behind had realized that things were not simple.

"I'm really a strong man now. ”

Ji Fan's words were not for those who followed, but for Ning Anyuan, the teacher.

"Are you trying to say that you are not a child anymore, with your current strength, you have already exceeded my cognition, and you have passed the stage of battle competition?" Ning Anyuan gave Ji Fan a rare response.

"It's much more than that, I even have family. "Ji Fan's words are like saying half and half left.

Away from the Bihong Mountains, Ji Fan flew all the way to the vast rocky peaks, and then he fell down and beckoned to Hua Feihua.

"Buzz!"

Contrary to many people's expectations, Hua Feihua actually threw out a corpse coffin pendant and enlarged it and lay it in, and when the corpse coffin flew to Ji Fan's side, it had already shrunk and was included in the multi-eyed magic ring.

Just when some powerhouses thought that Ji Fan was going to run, his eyebrows and hearts emitted essence light, and a Buddha mask expanded on his face.

Under the gaze of the strong men who followed Ji Fan, he did not move, and he no longer had any expression.

Unlike outsiders, for Ji Fan's passive appearance when he stopped, Ning Anyuan frowned.

If you know Ji Fan, I'm afraid you will sigh that he hasn't entered the state yet.

The reason why the powerhouses of the Earth Demon Realm wanted to do something to Ji Fan was because they felt that his state was wrong, even if he seemed to have regained his agility.