After Chen Fan solved his opponent with a crushing attitude, everyone present was deeply impressed by this black-clothed swordsman.

looks very delicate, but when he starts, he is extraordinarily decisive, this kind of guy is the most difficult kind of person to deal with.

After playing the game in front of him, Chen Fan returned to the stationing place of the Sword Hall and sat quietly in place.

Just after the battle, it was the time when he could improve his perception the most, and Chen Fan was unwilling to waste this precious opportunity.

Seeing the hard-working Senior Brother Chen, the disciples of the Sword Hall were also greatly encouraged. Even kendo wizards like Senior Brother Chen are working hard to cultivate, let alone as ordinary people.

After resting, Chen Fan stood up quietly, and a junior disciple came to his side.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother for successfully defeating a strong enemy!"

Hearing his junior brother's congratulations, Chen Fan just waved his hand casually, and then said: "An opponent of this level is nothing, and there is nothing to congratulate." ”

After finishing speaking, he came to the side of an old sword cultivator, because he had just heard the other party's transmission.

"You kid is hiding quite deeply, how long do you plan to keep a low profile?"

Chen Fan immediately smiled and said, "Isn't it good to be low-key? If it's too high-profile, I won't be a target." ”

"When it's time to be high-profile, you have to be high-profile, if you build momentum now, it will bring a great boost to the reputation of our Founder Academy. Old Jian Xiu said with a grin.

The meaning of the words is to let Chen Fan change his posture to attract hatred.

In any case, it is necessary to make the reputation of Founder School completely launched. Only after a steady stream of new genius disciples enter the sect can the entire sect flourish.

Hearing Jian Xiu's words, Chen Fan's expression suddenly became bitter.

When I was at the Founder Academy, I let myself attract hatred. Now that he has arrived at the genius exchange meeting of the Miracle Continent, he has done such a thing, which is too unkind.

looks like a fairy wind bone, but I didn't expect it to be such a person behind my back.

Chen Fan rolled his eyes, and then looked at the people on the field with sad eyes, there was nothing wrong with him, but someone was going to suffer.

The game continued, and after about half an hour, it was Chen Fan's turn to continue playing.

Only this time, his whole person's momentum has changed a lot.

If he was very low-key before, but now he is forced to become high-profile because of his helplessness.

His opponent should be a disciple from a certain sect, and when he saw Chen Fan staying in the upper part of the ring, he couldn't help but twitch a little at the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't want to play, if you want to play, get down. The referee looked up at him and said helplessly.

Why doesn't this kid play according to the routine, and it's not like this if he wants to show himself.

The monks below had already laughed when they saw Chen Fan's sassy posture.

Chen Fan himself knew this well, and his expression naturally did not change at all, standing in the ring like a king in the world, looking at the other side with his nostrils.

"You don't have to tell me what your name is, because I never remember what the loser is called. After saying this, Chen Fan left his back to the other side, pretending to be alone and seeking defeat.

The monks in the audience were a little dumbfounded, they had seen arrogant people, but they had never seen such arrogant guys.

"It's game on!" the referee said and didn't want to stay any longer. Chen Fan's performance was too exaggerated, so he couldn't stand it.

The sect disciple felt that he was a little insulted, so he shot out with a red face.

"It's so powerful, I don't know how much strength you have on hand. "That disciple was also a monk with a sword, and the trajectory of a fast sword slashed through the air, looking extremely powerful.

Chen Fan showed a very disappointed expression, as if the performance on the other side made him very sad.

He put his fingers together, turned into a sword, and swung it lightly.

In fact, he used his killing sword intent, so what he swung out was a blood-red sword qi.

But in the eyes of everyone, his hand was like a sword, and he could easily slash out the sword qi.

"How did the man in black do this, if he was able to use his sword qi just by his hands, then why did he need a weapon?"

"His physical strength has reached the level of sturdiness of a divine soldier? The monks in the audience couldn't see Chen Fan's methods, so they sighed one after another.

The old sword cultivators of Sword Valley looked at Chen Fan's performance with a smile, and kept sighing in their hearts that they could be taught.

To be able to show his combat power in such an exaggerated way is indeed a very thoughtful idea.

Although Chen Fan's face was expressionless, he also had some indescribable feelings in his heart. He is not a person of such a character at all, and it is indeed a bit embarrassing to force him to do such an exaggerated thing.

But it's good to win the game, nothing else.

That sect disciple naturally had a sneer on his face, how could just two fingers collide with the sword qi that his sword swung?

But the next moment, his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

When the blood-red sword qi faced his sword qi, it slashed out like a melon, and went straight towards his front door.

The disciple of the sect was so frightened that he stood in place and did not dare to move, and the referee saw this scene and wanted to take action immediately to save the disciple's life.

At the genius exchange meeting, it is better not to die. Once there is a death of a person, it will definitely cause a conflict between the two forces participating in the competition.

Their purpose was to elect the strongest genius of the Miracle Continent, not to let the two sects start a war between them.

But when the blood-red sword qi came to his eyebrows, there was only a little distance left, but it suddenly dissipated out of thin air.

Chen Fan raised his head and laughed and said, "With such strength, you dare to come to the genius exchange meeting, you still owe too much." ”

The referee's face was a little dark at this time, because he had already set out to save people, but he didn't expect the other party to even play him a trick.

The monks in the audience were all dumbfounded, the black-clothed swordsman was so bold that even the referee dared to play. But Chen Fan's every move is within the rules, and the other party has no way to take him.

Without waiting for the referee to announce who won, Chen Fan came into the air again, putting on a posture of showing off his might.

Now everyone on the field knows this black-clothed swordsman, who is not only strong, but also quite sassy.

Someone has already inquired that he is from the Northwest Orthodox Academy.

After hearing that he had won, Chen Fan shook his head slightly, and then returned to the garrison of the Northwest Zhengxue Academy.