Agreeing to the challenge of the next three ranks of martial artists in one breath, although Wang Fan said it easily, he also understood in his heart that this was definitely a serious challenge for him.

"You must prepare well, and you must not let them see my jokes, I, Wang Fan, even if I can't cultivate Xuangong, I am still the strongest martial artist. Wang Fanxin said categorically.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, with such a thought, Wang Fan carried two thousand gold coins and walked towards the commercial street under Xuegong Mountain.

Although there are also shops selling weapons in the school palace, Wang Fan knows that those really good weapons have been booked by those noble sons in advance, so he decided to go to the bottom of the mountain to try his luck.

The God of War Academy Palace was originally located on the edge of the Great Empire of human beings, but because of the fact that there are many nobles in the palace and the combat effectiveness of the palace is very strong, it has gradually developed into a lively city.

With a large amount of gold coins in his hand, he walked into a richly decorated restaurant without hesitation, and found a place to sit near the window.

Drinking was in the mood for a while, and suddenly there was a commotion in the streets. I saw a few tall horses, galloping on the street like a whirlwind, and a vegetable vendor on the road was careless, and was knocked to the ground by the horse, and a big heel was originally fallen, and a basket of vegetables was trampled by the horse's hooves.

"Pay me for my food, pay for my food!" the little vegetable vendor almost wailed for a little loss from the man on the horse, despite the bruised skin on his body.

The man on the horse paid no heed, but only urged the greengrocer to get out of the way.

The greengrocer disagreed, and the man immediately raised his horsewhip and was about to whip it towards the greengrocer.

Just a whip action, Wang Fan saw that this person was a martial artist who was not weak.

"What an arrogant fellow. Wang Fan sneered in his mouth, and the one in his hand was thrown out directly.

With a snap, the glass struck the man directly on the wrist, stopping him from whipping.

"Whoever did it, who did it!" cried the man in a very lame accent, looking around for the man who threw the glass.

"Hmph!" snorted coldly, stretched out Wang Fan, who was on the second floor, jumped directly and jumped in front of the man's horse. When the horse saw a man appear in front of him without warning, he neighed in some fright, and almost knocked the man directly to the ground.

Pulling the reins suddenly, the man sat down a little embarrassed, he glared at Wang Fan, and said coldly: "You threw it just now?"

"That's right. Wang Fan looked at the man without fear, and said, he only realized at this moment that the person who was right away was not a race from the Eastern Continent, with yellow hair that was curly, a very high nose, and brown eyes, obviously a race from the distant Western Continent.

"What a bold man, boy, do you know who we are?" said the Westerner coldly, with undisguised arrogance in his tone.

"I don't care what your identity is, hurry up and get out of here!" Wang Fan saw the Western man riding on a horse and talking to him, his expression was so arrogant, he was angry in his heart, he directly rushed to the horse with an arrow step, jumped up, and kicked the Western man in the chest with a volley.

Seeing Wang Fan shoot directly at himself like this, the Western man's face sank suddenly, he shouted, and a red fighting spirit shot out directly from his palm and shot towards Wang Fan.

Seeing that red fighting qi, Wang Fan's heart was shocked at first, thinking that this Western man had reached the realm of third-order sword qi out of his body, but soon, he realized that that red light was far less powerful than the sword qi emitted by the Eastern martial artist.

"It turned out to be a Western vindictive, haha, looking at your appearance, there should only be a first-order cultivation. Wang Fan laughed, did not dodge the red fighting spirit, and directly punched it.

With a bang, a dull sound, Wang Fan's hard fist as hard as a golden stone tempered through alchemy directly collided with the red fighting qi.

With a bang, the red fighting qi directly collapsed into the air, and Wang Fan was also pushed back by the huge disintegrating energy fluctuation, and his body moved back a distance of one meter.

The Western man looked at Wang Fan resisting his fighting spirit with his bare hands, and at first he was disdainful, but he never expected that Wang Fan's body was actually so strong, watching his red fighting spirit collapse into the air, his face was a little ugly, and he hurriedly and quickly turned his fighting spirit, ready to attack Wang Fan again.

Wang Fan had already taken the lead in moving, he stepped on the phantom step, his body was like a whirlwind, he directly approached the Western man's horse, and blasted towards the horse's head with a punch.

There was a thud, a dull sound, and the tall horse didn't even have a chance to wail, and passed out directly.

The western man on the horse hurriedly jumped down to avoid being crushed under the horse.

Seeing that his mount was knocked down by Wang Fan, the muscles on his face twitched twice, his body's fighting qi was running rapidly, and the red fighting qi light instantly filled his body, and a powerful momentum also erupted from his body.

With a loud shout, the Western man punched out, and the fist shadow condensed by the red fighting qi made a whistling sound in the air and bombarded towards Wang Fan.

Wang Fan smiled coldly, moved again, and his figure left an afterimage in the air, easily avoiding the red fist, and then ghostly to the opponent's side.

"Ahh

But at this time, it was too late, and Wang Fan's fist smashed into his ribs.

There was a bang, followed by a click, a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the Western man screamed in pain, and his body flew straight upside down, slamming to the ground, stirring up a layer of dust.

"Okay!" The surrounding vendors, seeing Wang Fan knocking down this high-flying Westerner, let out a loud cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

"What's the matter?" asked coldly, in the same strange tone, from a sumptuous carriage behind, and at the same time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a western face with a knife and axe.