Not long after Mu Fan left the yellow area, Duan Ling also got up and left and followed.

Although she had some knowledge of Mu Fan's strength before, she was still a little surprised to see him easily defeat the Xuanji Mirror Mid-Stage Cultivator.

Duan Ling, like Mu Fan, was a late cultivator in the Yutang Realm. Mu Fan was able to defeat her easily, which made her heart prepared, and Mu Fan's defeat of the dumb girl made her even more convinced that Mu Fan was extraordinary.

But this is completely different from defeating the master of the middle stage of the Xuanji Mirror, unheard of, unseen!

She even felt that the dumb girl's words were right, maybe Mu Fan was really not human. Unexpectedly, the demon she unintentionally sighed about before could be true.

Mu Fan watched about a cup of tea for about a while, and had a general sense of the master of the Xuanzi position. A small number of people have the cultivation of the middle stage of the Xuanji Mirror, and most of them are masters of the later stage.

Sweeping through every player in the ring, he found that the master of the Xuanzi position with the highest strength was not the late cultivation of the Xuanji Mirror, but the mid-stage cultivation of the Xuanji Mirror.

There are constantly people who distinguish winners and losers, some people are happy and some people are sad.

Mu Fan left his original seat, leaned next to an old man, slapped his buttocks, and asked, "Uncle, who is the person with the highest cultivation here?" ”

The old man withdrew his gaze from the ring, turned his face to look at Mu Fan and said, "The tallest one is the one, huh...... The one to the east. ”

Mu Fan followed the old man's hand and looked over and found that it was the one he had identified before.

"Uncle, what's the name of that master?"

"Bian Xiangrong." The old man looked at Mu Fan a few times, "You don't know? What is this for? ”

"I don't do anything, I'm just curious." Mu Fan moved his gaze to Bian Xiangrong, "A master is a master, very stylish." ”

In the ring, Bian Xiangrong was dressed in a cyan scribe's robe, about thirty years old, and his every move was very chic, with his handsome face, strong strength, and a very master's style.

Mu Fan waited quietly, waiting for Bian Xiangrong to end the battle.

In fact, Bian Xiangrong could have won a long time ago, and it didn't take so long at all. The opponent in front of him was not half as bad as him, and if he used all his strength, the person opposite would hold up half a cup of tea at most.

After a little more delay, the ring was finally over. Bian Xiangrong won the victory without surprise, he smiled politely, very gentlemanly.

Mu Fan jumped into the ring, took out the Three Kings Sword, and said with a smile: "In Xia Qingyan, I came here to ask for advice!" ”

Bian Xiangrong said: "Little brother, you don't conform to the rules." ”

Mu Fan said: "This is Dabi, I am not qualified to participate, it is indeed not in accordance with the rules." But...... I will challenge you now in private, as long as you fight in the order of Huang Xuanditian, it will not conflict with the rules of Dabi. ”

"Little brother, how are you cultivating? Your aura is not like that of the Xuanji Mirror Monk, but a bit like that of the Jade Hall Realm Monk. ”

"The seniors are as wise as torches, and I want to ask for advice, but I don't know if the seniors can give advice?"

Bian Xiangrong waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid of hurting you." ”

He said this sincerely, not with the intention of mocking. The masked man in front of him did not have the strength to fight him, and it would not be good in case of death or injury.

Mu Fan said: "It's just a private discussion." ”

"I don't like to keep my hand, you are ready to get hurt." Bian Xiangrong said seriously.

Mu Fan nodded, "I'm prepared, even if I make a move, don't lower my strength." ”

Bian Xiangrong shook his head helplessly and smiled: "Then I made a move, don't regret it later." ”

"If you don't regret it, don't ask Brother Bian to do your best, don't leave regrets for yourself."

When Bian Xiangrong heard this, not only was he not angry, but he laughed, "You kid is really crazy, I came here, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this." ”

Mu Fan said: "The younger generation doesn't dare to be arrogant, just tell the truth." ”

On the spectator seat, Duan Ling couldn't help but smile. This sentence was still said by her and Mu Fan, and now it has become Mu Fan to say it to others.

She looked at Mu Fan, who was radiant in the ring, and didn't want him to lose, but wanted to watch him win.

God knows how powerful this demon is, and how many "out-of-the-ordinary" things he can do?

One person chased after hundreds of monks of the same realm, broke into the cultivation place of the Xuanji Mirror alone, defeated the Xuanji Mirror mid-stage monk in an instant, and at this moment, he had to fight with another Xuanji Mirror mid-stage monk.

"I hope you can win, hey, Duan Ling, what do you want...... Unlikely. Demons can't be so demonic! She muttered to herself in a very small voice.

Duan Ling shook her head, interrupting her chaotic thoughts, raised her head, and looked at the ring, inexplicably a little nervous.

Mu Fan raised the Three Kings Sword above his head and looked at Bian Xiangrong, who was in front of him.

In the process of raising the sword, he had already adjusted his state to the best, and the true yuan was instilled into the sword, and the ordinary Three Kings Sword was glowing with a cold light.

Bian Xiangrong saw Mu Fan raise his sword and completely put away his contempt. He had already judged that the person in front of him was not a bale of arrogance, but a person with real materials.

The two of them started at the same time, and no one gave orders, as if they had a very tacit understanding.

In fact, Mu Fan's speed was a little slower. He shot later, and in order to exercise his reflexes, he didn't react quickly until Bian Xiangrong made a move.

Bian Xiangrong's palm power is amazing, and a palm slap is mixed with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, and powerful energy rushes in.

Mu Fan slashed his sword, and the force of his palm swept away, and the strong wind blew his sleeves and hair, and even deformed his face.

However, his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and he did not move. Behind him, the ring was sunken downward, a foot of three feet.

The palm wind swept the debris from the broken ring, and slammed into the barrier around the ring, making a loud bang.

This blow frightened everyone on the field, Duan Ling's heart surged down by half a beat, she stroked her chest, and said secretly: "Fuck, don't die!" ”

She patted her mouth and said, "Why are you swearing again, the bad problem has recurred." ”

Before the dust and smoke carried by the palm wind dissipated, a strong sword aura appeared in the ring.

This sword qi is unpretentious, at least compared to the palm wind.

Bian Xiangrong squatted on the ground, a drop of blood came out of his palm, and several strands of hair on his sideburns were cut off.

The sword just now not only pierced his palm, but also almost cut off half of his head!

His right hand trembled slightly, not caused by sword qi, but by the shock and fear caused by the imbalance in his heart, and even contained jealousy and suspicion......

The young man only has the realm of the late stage of the Jade Hall Realm, why is the power of a sword in his hand, he, a mid-stage cultivator of the Xuanji Mirror, has no resistance.

Extreme self-doubt is often followed by extreme anger. The person who caused him self-doubt was Mu Fan, so the object of his anger was also Mu Fan.

In the dust and smoke, Mu Fan held the sword in his backhand. He could have taken advantage of the situation to pursue and defeat Bian Xiangrong, but he didn't.

His left hand was blindly gesturing, while thinking about how much force it would be more appropriate, and at the same time learning to pay for the palm power of Rong.

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