At the top of Xuanjian Peak, after Ning Anyuan muttered, many people followed her gaze and fell on a gray-robed young man wearing a scarf.

"Let's go up. ”

After some monks got out of the way, Ji Fan stepped forward with a wry smile and walked towards where Ning Anyuan and Hua Feihua were.

"You don't participate in the Ancestral Bloodline Competition?"

Ji Fan, who put down the package, faintly felt Hua Feihua's cultivation in the Qi refining period, and asked her in a low voice.

Without getting a response from Hua Feihua, Ji Fan unwrapped the package and took out two daggers.

"Warrior?"

Not perceiving Ji Fan's cultivation, many monks inside and outside the Dao Xuan Sect were extremely surprised.

"If you don't hide your cultivation, you alone won't be able to deal with the Battle of the Peak Veins. Seeing Ji Fan coming to the battle platform alone, a middle-aged male disciple of Fu Demon Peak said to him in a deep voice.

"I can't walk, I really can't do anything. Seeing that Ning Anyuan and Hua Feihua had really left, Ji Fan's mood calmed down a lot.

The elders of the Daoxuan Sect did not give any explanation for Ning Anyuan leaving with Hua Feihua, and the sect continued to compete, leaving only Ji Fan alone in the lineage of Dayan Peak, facing the five disciples of Fu Demon Peak on the battle platform.

"The lineage competition between Dayan Peak and Fu Demon Peak has begun. An old man on the battle platform calmly stepped back and spoke.

Ji Fan, who was holding a pair of stainless steel daggers, did not stand, and the gradual translation under his feet gave people a sense of caution.

"There is a junior brother. ”

The middle-aged male disciple of Fu Demon Peak spoke out to a young man holding a sword and asked him to step forward to test Ji Fan.

"Buzz!"

I saw a sword-wielding young man with the early cultivation of Tongxuan, flicking the scabbard outward, and at the same time as the long sword was unsheathed, the scabbard was shooting towards Ji Fan.

Ji Fan's feet were staggered, and he calmly turned sideways to avoid the rushing scabbard.

"Duh!"

Just as the scabbard flew towards the periphery of the battle platform, the young man pulled out the sword trick with one hand, causing the scabbard to spin around dexterously.

"Boom!"

Ji Fan's footsteps were not broken, but he was extremely simple and calm in the absence of agility and internal fluctuations, and while dodging the scabbard, the dagger of the dagger in his left hand was lightly rubbed against the scabbard.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Finding that the imperial scabbard couldn't hold Ji Fan, the young man jumped up, and the long sword in his hand turned into three sword shadows, undulating and fluttering.

"See. ”

The Sanhe Sword that the young man of the Tongxuan period was approaching, and Ji Fan's eyes that were not clear were finally able to gaze at the Dao.

At this moment, Ji Fan moved, not retreating, but advancing, while sneaking in, his right leg was on his knee, and while letting go of the sword light in the center, his body rushed forward in reverse, and the dagger handle in his hand hit the heart of the young man who had no time to return the sword.

"Bang!"

In the eyes of outsiders, Ji Fan seemed to rush forward into the young man's arms and knock him back, but the young man's body, which flew upside down for a short time, froze.

didn't give the young man another chance, Ji Fan, who was soft, waved his left arm, and the end of the dagger slashed at the young man's lower abdomen again, and when the other party bowed, his right elbow was placed on the young man's head.

However, in the time of three breaths, the young man with the early stage of cultivation in the Xuan Dynasty had already been knocked down by Ji Fan, who had no spiritual power.

"Can't get up?"

The girl in the power suit who took Ji Fan to the peak with a flying sword before said incredibly in the distance.

Everyone didn't notice Ji Fan's sense of qi, not even brute strength, but just a young man in the early stage of Tongxuan was knocked to the ground by this tall young man who seemed to be a mortal.

"It seems simple, if you want to do this, it's not so easy, the first blow is stabbed in the heart, there is a change of speed that causes a certain amount of collapse force, paralyzing the heart, and the subsequent dantian and Lingyu attacks are also very accurate, this kind of critical attack in the battle has to be honed hard to hit, especially when the strength is very different. "The Lord of Xuanjian Peak is an old man, his eyes flashed with a spiritual light, although he was sure that Ji Fan was a mortal, he found the two demon stones he carried.

"Nothing!"

Under the gaze of the monks inside and outside the sect, Ji Fan was in a complicated mood, and squatted down to touch the young man's storage bag and the long sword that he was still holding in his hand.

With Ji Fan's current situation, he naturally understands that the murderer will always kill him, and the robber will also have to pay the price, but he lacks items and has no other way.

Ji Fan, who knocked down the young man in the early days of Tongxuan, felt a little on the road of no return.

"This disciple of Dayan Peak is a little interesting, remember that he seems to have been in the sect for some years, right?" A beautiful young woman from the Royal Dragon Peak sat on an animal skin chair and said lazily.

"If you go back to Shizun, he should be the eldest disciple of Dayan Peak, and he hasn't shown up much since he entered the sect. Not far from the young woman, a girl with a lot of small bags on her body replied respectfully.

"Boom!"

Just after Ji Fan got off his things and left the youth, the middle-aged man of Fu Demon Peak, his big sleeves fluttered like an iron fan, driving the wind to surge.

For the power of the flowing clouds flying sleeves that had no gaps to drill, although Ji Fan pulled his right foot and retreated, he was still hit by a strong bombardment, and his body turned upside down and there was a burst of qi and blood turmoil.

"When, I can't even resist this little wind!" Ji Fan was like a floating leaf turning backwards, wanting to use the turbulent qi and blood to urge internal breath.

I saw the middle-aged man kicking the ground under his feet, and he had already chased under Ji Fan, reaching out as if he was grabbing his ribs.

"Whew!"

As soon as the middle-aged man grabbed it, although Ji Fan failed to urge the internal breath, his body was not forced, and he floated out when the middle-aged man grabbed it.

"When the breath runs, even if there is no agility, I must at least have the foundation of a mortal warrior to be able to protect myself. Ji Fan tried his best to relax his body, drew a floating flower body, and immediately exerted his strength in mid-air.

"Boom!"

Just when the ancient qi in Ji Fan's body was loosened, he was violently kicked by the middle-aged man and hit Heng Fei's waist.

"Click!"

The middle-aged man's kick was extremely ruthless, and the sullen impact made Ji Fan, who was adjusting his posture with a dagger scraping on the ground, feel like his waist was about to be kicked off.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man refused to stop and jumped again, although Ji Fan could maintain the concentration of consciousness, the injured body was difficult to move, but the two daggers in his hands were turned out by the dexterity of his wrists.

The middle-aged man was slightly flustered about the sudden return wind dagger, and almost rolled on his side, narrowly avoiding the cutting of the rotating dagger, even so, the robe on the side shoulder was still scratched.

"Bang!"

Before Ji Fan's body could regain its ability to move, a whip shadow flung on his back.

"Boom!"

The girl who threw the whip whispered out the word Fu Demon, and the whip shadow rippled and curled extremely powerfully, and once again whipped Ji Fan up.

Just when the thick whip was about to bring down the cloak animal skin bag on Ji Fan's waist, many monks thought that this battle of the lineage was over, but a big hand quietly grabbed the twist whip rolled by the metal wire around the waist.

Suddenly, the metal whip that rolled up calmed down, and for some reason, the whip-wielding girl had a fear from the bottom of her heart.

"This bag is not something you can move. ”

Ji Fan, who seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, was in the immovable whip, as if he was a different person.

The middle-aged man from Fu Demon Peak just wanted to rush up again, but in the face of Ji Fan's gaze, he felt trembling, and even his body was stagnant.

Ji Fan, who slowly fell to the ground, walked towards the middle-aged man step by step, his tall figure made the middle-aged man feel like he was shrouded by a great body, and he couldn't move.

The youth storage bag that Ji Fan had taken before was thrown on the battle platform in the process of rubbing with the middle-aged man as he walked by.

"The five of them were still a little unbearable and admitted defeat. The middle-aged man couldn't react anymore, and he didn't sit on the ground with a butt, even if he was very tenacious, Ji Fan, who passed him and walked away, but Shi Shiran admitted defeat with a smile.

I don't know when, Ning Anyuan and Hua Feihua actually returned to their previous positions, while Ji Fan walked towards the two girls.

"Bang!"

Ji Fan clenched his fists with both hands, the bandages wrapped around his hands exploded, and the palms that were exposed, no injuries could be seen, and even the two daggers that were let go were inexplicably pulled and floated to the sides of his body to levitate.

"Have you recovered?"

Hua Feihua couldn't help it, and asked Ji Fan in front of everyone.

"Not yet, but I'm not in a hurry, I'm confident. The corners of Ji Fan's mouth turned up, and even Ning Anyuan, the senior lady, felt that she couldn't cover him.

"It's so powerful, if it's not deliberately distributed, it's already unbearable. Ning Anyuan found that she couldn't see through Ji Fan's state at all.

Even though Ning Anyuan's eye of the stars observed Ji Fan's breath, as if he had seen through his figure, he felt that he was undoubtedly different from ordinary people, and he couldn't find his cultivation foundation.

Ning Anyuan soon found out that something was wrong, this feeling of seeing through was what Ji Fan wanted her to see through.

"It's not that he hasn't recovered, but when he wants to recover, this kind of anti-heaven venerable powerhouse in the feather stage, if he bursts out with power, I'm afraid that the power of the Nine Palace Mountain Range will be difficult to resist. Ning Anyuan didn't expect that Ji Fan would get out of the difficult stage so quickly.

"A little hungry, roast the lamb in the evening and stew a pot of fish soup. Ji Fan didn't have a good look and glanced at Hua Feihua.

"Got it. ”

Hua Feihua was both frightened and delighted, and hurriedly promised Ji Fan.

When Ji Fan looked at the ground and signaled, Hua Feihua released a drum pier from the ring for him to sit.

"Master, this method is quite useful, but junior sister, are you too presumptuous to dare to do this to me?" Ji Fan sat down and smiled playfully at Hua Feihua.

"As long as the senior brother can recover, the senior sister, I will admit the punishment and accept the punishment, even if it is to serve by myself. Hua Feihua helped Ji Fan press his shoulder, and Hua Zhi smiled at him in a low voice.

"Is it going to blow up again? When can you change such a problem?" Ning Anyuan said to Ji Fan's dissatisfaction.

"Then I'll try to enter the Baigu Dao, so I don't have to carry this promise and wish, but such an opponent is too tender to arouse my interest, isn't there a stronger one?" Ji Fan's soul smile sounded in the minds of Ning Anyuan and Hua Feihua.

In Ning Anyuan's opinion, the opponent Ji Fan was talking about was not a low-level monk on the battle platform at all, but a sect elder present.

I don't know if it's because of the previous grievances, Ning Anyuan can sense Ji Fan's arrogance.

"What's the matter with that person?"

After the inexplicable victory in the clan battle of Fu Demon Peak, the first seat of the young woman of the Royal Dragon Peak, who had been lazily leaning on the animal skin chair before, had already sat up and looked at Ji Fan.

Just now on the battle platform, the young woman could clearly feel that Ji Fan had been hit very hard, but at the moment when the metal whip was about to swing around his waist to close the animal skin bag, the situation changed strangely.

"That man is anything but simple. ”

The first seat of the Royal Dragon Peak turned his gaze to Ji Fan, and he actually felt a palpitation, and he couldn't help but look away.

"There are so many rising stars, it's autumn, but it's like spring flowers blooming, and there are small flowers competing to bloom everywhere. Ji Fan's eyes were ordinary, looking at the surroundings of the battle platform, and said with a big grin.

"The cultivation world and the strong still have relatively broad minds, and no one will pay attention to these little flowers now, you just have to take a look. Ning Anyuan rarely showed a soft look.

"No matter how strong the Qi Refining Period and the Tongxuan Period are, that's it, when can I survive to the Jindan Period, it can be regarded as a bit of a head, when I came out, I was not less cared for, and I was almost destroyed in the bud!" Ji Fan yawned, with the feeling that no matter how difficult it was, he was a person who had come over.