The martial arts arena of Xuanmen was crowded with people, and the last time Mu Fan defeated Chen Jing, it caused an uproar in Xuanmen and the major sects and families.

Many people are curious about this young but bold young man. When Mu Fan stepped into the ring again, these people came with all sorts of moods.

Mu Fan stepped into the center of the ring, and he was already used to the feeling of standing on the cusp. Although it was not a good feeling at times, he had to bear it.

Ding Song was still sitting on the sidelines, his expression lacking his previous confidence and calmness. Chen Jing's defeat and serious injury made him polish his eyes and look at the young man in the ring again.

It was Zhan Qian who acted as Mu Fan's opponent, and in the middle of the Yutang Realm, he was holding a big knife in his hand, and the knife dragged a white mark on the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound. His eyes were like those of an eagle, sharp and bright, with a strong hostility.

Mu Fan's face was expressionless, Zhan Qian was not his opponent. If he tried his best to support himself in front of the Xuanmen disciples for a long time, now it is completely reversed, and it has become Zhan Qian's desperate persistence.

The method of the Xuanmen disciples is very simple, take turns to fight, try to find out his hole cards as much as possible, and pave the way for Ding Song.

In this regard, Mu Fan felt that it didn't matter, Zhan Qian couldn't force him to go all out, everything was just in vain.

The amount of true yuan in the same realm was a hundred times that of the same realm, making him in the early stage of the Yutang Realm more than ten times more than ten times more than the battle in the middle of the Yutang Realm in terms of true yuan.

With a "start", Mu Fan acted.

He sealed his hands, and the sun was printed and printed, and the green bricks in the ring were scattered, broken and reorganized, and soon there were "Mu Fan" composed of green bricks, and it was estimated that there were thirty or forty of them. With a slight wave of their hands, these stone men rushed towards Zhan Qian desperately.

Zhan Qian shouted, the muscles of his arms burst out, and the green tendons stood out. The broadsword was lifted up by him, and it was as swift as the wind.

Although there were many stone people, and when they encountered the sword qi that came out of the big sword, they were immediately cut into several sections, but Mu Fan Zhenyuan was sufficient, and he was not afraid at all. After the stone man was broken, he was reorganized again, destroyed again and again, and reorganized again and again, if this continues, Zhan Qian will definitely lose.

Mu Fan walked slowly in the ring, his hands behind his back, and swept the spectator seat from time to time. What he has to do is not only to defeat Zhan Qian, but this is not difficult for him. The more you provoke the young people of the Xuanmen, the more successful he will be.

His gaze stopped on Jianxing, and he greeted the little monk with a smile. This action is tantamount to hitting Zhan Qian in the face, no, it is more irritating than slapping him in the face.

Fighting with others on one side and greeting friends on the other.

What's even more annoying is that he actually stood up, just stand up, and waved at Mu Fan!

Zhan Qian's face was flushed, and the speed of the knives under his hand was getting faster and faster, but unfortunately there was really nothing he could do with those dozens of stone men.

Mu Fan continued to wander around the ring when he suddenly saw Luo Qingcheng. didn't say a word, first smiled slightly, then laughed, the more laughed the crazier it became, and finally suddenly "cut" it.

In the spectator seats, different people reacted differently. Those who came out of curiosity felt that they had not come in vain, Mu Fan's performance was too arrogant, it was really a miracle.

"Such a flamboyant person will capsize in the gutter sooner or later!" I don't know who muttered in a low voice, but his words touched the hearts of others. I haven't heard of a person who blatantly slaps Xuanmen in the face and has an arrogant face that can end well.

"I heard that Ye Feng was very arrogant when he was young, but now it seems that his disciple is so arrogant that he is so arrogant that no one can see him!"

Mu Fan looked at the reaction of the spectator seat, and said in his heart: "I haven't practiced walking posture for a few days in vain. ”

Just thinking about it, Zhan Qian's roar suddenly came from behind him, perhaps because he was too angry, he unexpectedly broke dozens of stone figures and rushed behind Mu Fan.

Zhan Qian held the knife in both hands, raised the knife above his head, and slashed at Mu Fan's head with all his might.

Mu Fan didn't even turn around, he smiled sarcastically, and the laughter was loud, even louder than the sound of a knife tearing through the air.

"...... Sonor"

Mu Fan's laughter stopped abruptly, the blade trembled, and the buzz reached everyone's ears instead of his laughter.

"Your knife...... It's too light, haven't you eaten?"

Mu Fan pinched the blade, and the sword qi lifted his clothes, blowing his hair behind him. Zhan Qian's knife is wide, thick, and the blade is thin.

Seeing that he was startled, looking from his side, Mu Fan's head was not as wide as Zhan Qian's sword. In addition, Zhan Qian is tall, and he feels like a mantis arm as a car.

Fortunately, Mu Fan's strength was strong enough to block the wheel of Zhan Qian.

"Practice for another ten years, now you...... Too weak!"

Mu Fan's wrist turned, and the strength spread along the blade.

Zhan Qian wanted to stabilize his knife, but his strength was not comparable to Mu Fan, but he failed to succeed, and was accidentally pulled by the strength transmitted from the blade, and his arm flipped over.

There were two options in front of him, abandon the knife to save his arm, and the second to break his arm.

"Ah...... You're a fucking deceit!" Zhan Qian roared angrily, refusing to give up the knife.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, Mu Fan frowned slightly, he understood that he had done too much, but now was not the time to preach morality.

Mu Fan's face showed a fierce light, and he increased the strength of his wrist, and the deflection of the blade was even more powerful.

Zhan Qian's arm was broken, and he couldn't use his strength. The situation was almost one-sided, his arm was twisted out of a strange arc, and blood flowed out of his arm, sliding along the hilt of the knife to Mu Fan's hand.

"Click, click......"

Hearing his own bones shattered, Zhan Qian's eyes were red, and the tendons on his neck bulged like a living earthworm, he cried out in desolation.

At this moment, everyone in the spectator seat was moved, even the people of the Sword Sect had to admit that Zhan Qian was an admirable opponent.

Mu Fan twisted with all his strength, and Zhan Qian's feet suddenly took off in the air, and he turned in a circle to dissolve the force on the knife.

It's a pity that his speed can't keep up with the speed of Mu Fan's wrist rotation, and the harsh sound of bones breaking still keeps ringing.

Gradually, after two turns, Mu Fan found that something was wrong with the situation, and the speed of Zhan Qian was getting faster and faster!

Zhan Qian's feet landed suddenly, and he kicked with all his might, not only stopping the spinning body, but also bursting out with a stronger force than Mu Fan. In an instant, the person with the knife and the person with the spinning changed.

In order to dissolve the force on the knife, Mu Fan turned twice in a row, let go of the blade, and took a few steps back.

"You...... Why?" he noticed that Zhan Qian's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and wondered, "How did you do it?" ”

Zhan Qian smiled: "It's very simple, break through." ”

Mu Fan suddenly realized, hugged his fists and said, "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

"I've been stuck in the late stage of the Jade Hall Realm, and thanks to you, I was able to break through in a desperate situation. Zhan Qian shook his arm, and a large pool of blood splashed to the ground, "You hit me just now, now it's time to change." I rarely curse, but today I'm going to beat you to death!"

"Raised by a son of a bitch?" Mu Fan stepped on the green brick under his feet, and he used his toes to hook out a relatively complete piece of masonry, "I'll use this brick to break your mouth later." ”

"You're so annoying. ”

"You can hate it, but you shouldn't say it, and you shouldn't let me hear it, sorry, your mouth is going to rot. ”

Mu Fan subconsciously said this, he didn't know if he was pretending to be arrogant or if he wanted to say it.