Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Strong Guardian Disciple

At this moment, in the audience, many teenagers and girls formed a boys' team and a girls' team to cheer and shout.

The young man on the martial arts arena heard the screams of the girls in the audience, and his blood suddenly boiled, like a raging fire, rising up, as if there were signs of devouring.

Speaking of this foreign exam, it is solemn and grand!

Because it is not only a competition, but also can determine a person's future and destiny.

All of us are extremely important.

......

"Come on Ninety-Four, you're the best!"

"Come on Seventy-two, Momoda!"

"Come on the twenty-eighth, I love you!"

......

With the shouts of the teenagers and girls, the teenagers and girls on the stage looked excited and put on various coquettish poses, and they all launched the strongest attacks towards the defenders.

Half a column of incense after that.

Ten challengers were knocked to the ground by the champion.

Clearly, they failed this challenge.

They looked at their embarrassed appearances, and a look of shame came out spontaneously.

"Ten disciples, failed the challenge and were eliminated. ”

Murong Taiyi said with a disappointed face, he was optimistic about these ten people just now, they were really a bunch of unassuming things.

So, they slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and walked off the martial arts arena dejectedly.

On the contrary, those who guarded the battle had a nightmare on their faces, as if they had eaten molasses, and they looked beautiful.

The next moment, they flicked their hands to the bridge of their noses slightly, shrugged their shoulders, and said lazily: "The challengers this time are too vegetable, there is no suspense at all, and we are really humiliating our spirit master by treating them as evenly matched opponents." ”

Qingyun Bifu's comparison is so cruel.

And that's where the cruelty begins......

Only those who persist to the end are eligible to enter the Inner House.

Around this martial arts arena, Xiao Fan saw a few familiar people, but he didn't greet them because there was an inextricable hatred between them.

If you want Xiao Fan to greet them, it is almost impossible.

Xiao Fan hasn't been cheap yet, so he takes a hot face and sticks a cold ass.

Xiao Fan can't do such a face-damaging thing.

The one who was stabbed in the heart twice by himself Li Yi, with a gloomy face, was carried on a stretcher, he probably came here to see Xiao Fan's jokes, and his childhood sweetheart, Qin Ya.

The big exam is still going on, and I want to perform!

There are three more groups of teenagers and girls who take to the stage to challenge the first batch of defenders.

It's a pity that each batch of challengers can only defeat three defenders at most, and they still win miserably.

Such a result made many teenagers and girls widen their eyes and look at the guards on the martial arts arena in surprise, and at this time, they knew that the strength of the first batch of defenders was so strong.

However, in Murong Taiyi's opinion, their group of foreign disciples was already very powerful.

You must know that the defenders of the martial arts arena are the elite among the disciples of the Inner Palace, and it is not easy to win a game.

Soon, it was Xiao Fan's turn to rank the number.

That's when it happened.

"Forty-seven, be among the last challengers!"

This majestic voice rang out.

"Is it my turn? Xiao Fan looked at his number plate in his hand, hesitated slightly, and muttered to himself.

"Tenth batch of challengers, forty-seven, eight...... Ninety-nine. ”

This voice sounded again, in the martial arts arena, all of a sudden, many teenagers and girls, talking and laughing, like exploding a pot, and immediately, they also lowered their heads, slightly stunned, obviously, their mood at the moment is also very complicated, both afraid of the last group of pickers to challenge success, but also eager for them to challenge success.

After counting the interest.

There were about ten teenagers and girls, with their feet raised lightly, and they swept away from the guard of the martial arts arena.

Xiao Fan stood on the edge of the martial arts arena, glanced at the guards, and walked directly to the black-clothed young man in the middle, slowly circulating, quite comfortable.

When the young people and girls in the martial arts stage saw that Xiao Fan chose this black-clothed young man, they suddenly had a tendency to be angry, they really didn't understand that Xiao Fan would choose like this?

Originally, they didn't want to pay attention to Xiao Fan, but the defender he chose was particularly powerful, and he was a little terrifying, which aroused their interest.

They were surprised by Xiao Fan's choice of defender, Zhang Chong.

Zhang Chong, ranked seventh on the Qinglong list!

The physical body is incomparably powerful, and the cultivation is unfathomable.

"Prince Xiao Fan met Zhang Chong in the last challenge to the champion!"

"This Zhang Chong, that's the seventh existence on the Blue Dragon List ......"

"Seeing that he chose this Zhang Chong just now, he deserves to be unlucky, he is really a blind man with no long eyes. ”

"Could it be that Xiao Fan is going to be eliminated in this last game?"

“......”

The teenagers and girls in the audience are all talking about Xiao Fan, some are ridiculing, some are regretful, and more are resentful.

At this time, Liu Fuxiang's pretty face was also pale, Bei Yan bit his red lip lightly, his beautiful eyes glanced at Xiao Fan, and complained: "Xiao Fan, you actually chose Zhang Chong, don't you know that he is known as invincible in the same realm, and you are still several realms behind him?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fan smiled at Liu Fuxiang, unmoved by words, and said with a smile: "It's okay, if I have something, isn't there a beautiful woman Liu to save me?"

"You...... Shameless, who said they wanted to save you?" Liu Fuxiang saw Xiao Fan's cynical look, holding his pink fist, and waved it, he was angry, this guy is really underwhelmed.

Immediately, Xiao Fan waved his hand at Liu Fuxiang, and he headed towards the defender.

Immediately, Xiao Fan's smile was slowly retracted at this moment, his eyes were suspicious, he looked at the defender Zhang Chong, and said jokingly: "I heard that you are very powerful, I don't know if the rumors are true?"

"Hehe! Try it and you'll find out. Zhang Chong glanced at Xiao Fan and said with disdain.

His eyes are still cold, without the slightest glimmer of light, he is too lazy to do anything about a small role like Xiao Fan, it is really humiliating, he is a disciple of the Inner Mansion, and he is also the seventh existence on the Qinglong List.

"Next, you must be careful, or you will lose to me, a former scrap. ”

Xiao Fan's face was still smiling, and he couldn't see any signs of fear at all, and then, a wicked smile suddenly lifted it at this moment, and said arrogantly: "Don't give me the style of a disciple of the Inner Mansion, to tell you the truth, I Xiao Fan don't eat your set." ”

"You're looking for death!"

Zhang Chong released the breath of the Nine Heavens of the Body Refining Realm, and in an instant, that aura permeated his body, which immediately made Xiao Fan suspicious.

At this moment, Xiao Fan couldn't laugh, and Zhang Chong seemed to be really angry.

In the face of the spiritual power attack of the Nine Heavens of the Body Refining Realm, I am afraid that Xiao Fan can only escape.

Count the breaths and pass slowly.

The last group of challengers, except for Xiao Fan, were all defeated by the guarding disciples, but the blood stains at the corners of their mouths were faintly visible.

At this moment, the high-level leaders of the Qingyun Academy in the martial arts arena had extremely unsightly faces, probably because all the disciples of the outer mansion had failed to challenge!

"Just like that?"

The young man and girl in the audience frowned slightly, and suddenly, their hearts were cold, and they exhaled in an unbelievable voice.

The next moment, when they looked at the martial arts stage, they could vaguely catch a figure, thinking that he could fight for the last batch of foreign disciples, but when they found that the figure on the stage was Xiao Fan, their hands and feet were cold, their faces were stiff, and their hearts were cold.

Their only hope was dashed.

Xiao Fan, a former waste material, can he rely on him to gain face?

Obviously, no!