Mo Fan: "......"

The first to fourth grades are collectively referred to as monks, the fifth-grade realm is called the Yuan, the sixth-grade realm is called the Yuanzun, the seventh-grade true monarch, the eighth-grade venerable, and the ninth rank is the honorable monarch, as for the nine-grade above, Mo Fan asked the master, but the other party did not say.

Now Jian Changkong actually said that if he wanted to become a Heavenly Dao brother, he had to need the realm of the Nine Rank Venerable Monarch no matter what, and he smiled unconsciously.

"I don't care if you believe it or not!, just believe it from my family!" Mo Fan raised his head and said to Jian Changkong, his tone revealing a full of provocation.

As he spoke, he hugged Qian Yuxi closer and kissed her the face.

"Hmm!" Qianyu Ximei's eyes widened, she didn't expect Mo Fan to be so bold, this is on the street! What should I do if I am photographed by someone with a heart?

"You!" Jian Changkong saw Mo Fan sprinkling dog food all the time, turned around and walked forward, and repeatedly muttered in his mouth: "Don't look at indecent things, don't look at ...... indecent people."

I have to say that the feeling of kissing was very intoxicating, and after nearly ten seconds, Mo Fan was reluctant to leave Qian Yuxi's cherry lips.

"You're going to die!" Qian Yuxi blushed and pinched Mo Fan's waist fiercely.

"Hiss!!"

Mo Fan took a breath of cold air, and he asked with a wry smile: "Yu Xi, is this trick that every girl will be self-taught after she has a boyfriend." ”

"Hmph! deserve it!" Qian Yuxi blushed and turned her head to say coquettishly.

"Wait for me!" Mo Fan hurriedly chased after him.

......

......

The three of them came to a ring with an area of about 100 square meters, and this ring was located at the bottom of the main martial arts dojo, that is, the martial arts arena that was the size of several basketball courts, in short, this was an indoor ring.

"This underground floor is quite spacious!" Mo Fan looked at the floor where at least hundreds of underground rings were placed, and there was a five-meter gap between each ring, and in terms of height, it was also about five meters high.

"Don't talk nonsense!Come on stage! I'm going to burn you dog food guy on behalf of the big FFF!"

"Cut!" Mo Fan smiled disdainfully, and then came to the stage as well.

His mind moved, and the casual clothes on his body changed from ink armor to the starry iron armor of last night.

"Handsome is quite handsome, but what about your arm guards?" Jian Changkong saw that the armor on Mo Fan's body was impenetrable except for a gap in his arm.

"Here!" Mo Fan took out the arm guards that Xiao Qi had customized for him from the storage necklace and put them on slowly.

Although the entire arm guard is made of metal without any fixed device, Mo Fan has found out since yesterday that as long as this arm guard is put on the arm, it can be fine-tuned by itself, as long as it is not taken off, it will not fall off no matter how you throw it off.

Seeing that the other party had installed his arm guards, Jian Changkong said: "I'm just practicing a new formation for you, don't use other tricks indiscriminately!"

Mo Fan: "......"

"When you say this, can you put down the sword in your hand, how can I feel that it is not fair at all!" Mo Fan complained.

At this time, Jian Changkong had already held the two swords in his hands, ready to fight at any time.

"Hehe, isn't this a side protrusion that you are strong and don't use weapons?"

When the words fell, the sword moved forward like a ghost, and rushed to Mo Fan at half a moment, stabbing the left sword, and the right sword followed with the back hand, slashing towards Mo Fan's breastplate.

Mo Fan didn't dodge or dodge, and directly grabbed the opponent's sword with his hand wearing soft armor gloves.

"Holy!

Jian Changkong complained about the injustice, and his body kept moving.

Since the other party is holding his sword blade in both hands, let him taste the taste of his spiritual power!

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and poured spiritual power into the blade.

Not good!

Mo Fan realized the danger, felt to let go of his hand, and took a step back.

I saw that the two swords broke out of the sword, and the sharp and broken aura came out of the sword.

"That's good! Mo Fan praised.

"It's thanks to you. Jian Changkong said with a smile: "Before, I had a first understanding of my sword heart, and then in the fight with you, I tried my best for the first time to bring my sword heart to the extreme, and after that, my understanding of the sword has taken a step further!"

Qian Yuxi in the audience listened to what Jian Changkong said, and was a little envious, this is the talent of using a sword!

She turned her gaze back to Mo Fan, thinking about something in her heart.

I'm not outstanding in kendo.,On the contrary.,But the advantages of my strange power have been ignored and haven't been exercised.,It seems...... I'm really going to have to make a difference.

Qian Yuxi clenched her fists, she set her future development direction, the magic department focuses on the Ice and Snow Queen mode, and the system focuses on physical arts, supplemented by swordsmanship, so that she can give full play to her maximum potential.

Looking back on the field, after Jian Changkong regained his weapon, he couldn't stop being depressed in his heart, the defensive equipment on the opponent's body can be called the turtle shell of the cultivation realm, whether it is physical damage or magic damage, it can be completely blocked, and at the same time, it can also increase the strength of the host, alas, people are more popular than people!

"You're not on?" Mo Fan asked, to be precise, asking and answering himself, "Then it's my turn!"

If the speed of Jian Changkong is comparable to that of a fast-riding car, then Mo Fan is the fast-moving sports car.

As soon as his words fell, he appeared in front of Jian Changkong.

Not good!

With combat instinct and experience, the sword took a big step back at a small angle on the right side of the sky.

As soon as he moved, Mo Fan's straight punch just hit.

Perfectly wiped over!

Jian Changkong didn't have time to breathe, and another move dodged Mo Fan's side kick.

At the same time, the upper half of Jian Changkong's body was not idle, and he waved his double swords and kept shaking towards Mo Fan's head.

Of course, Jian Changkong's hand is just to scare Mo Fan, after all, the two are friends, and they will not make any killing moves.

Mo Fan was indeed disturbed by the two swords of Jian Changkong, and he forcibly suppressed the idea of putting on a helmet for himself, if so, then Brother Changkong really had no chance at all.

He decisively withdrew, leaving some space between the two.

"Why?go on!" Jian Changkong mocked, and those who didn't know thought he was stronger than Mo Fan.

Mo Fan snapped his fingerbones and said, "The warm-up is over, we can start the main show!"

Sword Sky: "......"

Qian Yuxi in the audience was more or less immune to Mo Fan's words, and if she wanted Mo Fan to be serious in the fight, I am afraid it would be impossible.

Mo Fan cleared his throat and raised his arms to aim at the sword in the sky.

Jian Changkong held two swords in his hands, his face full of solemnity.

"Eat me two dragon roars!"

Sword Sky: "......"

What's the matter? So the name of the second middle school is a move?

The corners of Mo Fan's mouth raised and began to inject spiritual power.

(End of chapter)