Yun Zhongqing walked to Han Fan's side and stretched out a hand, Han Fan just stared blankly, he didn't have the idea of getting up.

"Look at the way you look now!" Yun Zhongqing withdrew his hand, his face suddenly becoming extremely serious.

"A sword cultivator at the peak of the Three Realms can beat you to the point where you can't stand up, Han Fan, you can really do it!" Yun Zhongqing deliberately mocked him.

"Yes, I'm only at the beginning of the Third Realm, how can I fight with others?" Han Fan said indifferently.

"You ......" Yun Zhongqing was speechless by Han Fan.

"It's a shame that you're still Han Jun's son, it's really embarrassing for him!" Yun Zhongqing regretted it a little when he said it, isn't it a bit too much?

Han Fan especially wanted to shout that Lao Tzu was not Han Jun's son at all, nor was he his disciple, nothing, he wanted to say that he had only met Han Jun twice, and the reason why he didn't tell the truth was to pretend to be that big-tailed wolf, wanting others to think that he was very powerful.

When the words came to his mouth, Han Fan still swallowed, because he himself didn't want to have a closer connection with that gentle man like a spring breeze. Although they are all fake, the lies can at least give Han Fan some comfort.

Seeing that Han Fan's eyes lit up a little, Yun Zhongqing, who had been resting Han Fan, knew that these words had worked, and continued:

"I can understand that you are defeated, after all, you don't want to expose your identity as a Confucian monk, so many spells can't be used, but if you are defeated, you can't stand up, this is not what you Han Fan should do. ”

"Why isn't it what I should do, people are so powerful, my punches and kicks are like playing in the eyes of others. Han Fan's tone was flat, as if he was discussing someone else.

"Hmph, I've always wanted to talk about you, you are a Confucian monk who learns other people's sword cultivation and plays with swords, I can understand this, you still have to learn other people's body cultivation to fight melee combat, do you really think you are an all-round genius, you can do anything?"

Han Fan was silent, and Yun Zhongqing's words hit the nail on the head, directly pointing out his most serious problem at present.

"You didn't practice sword practice, you are nothing in close combat, what is the final end? Yun Zhongqing didn't save face for Han Fan at all, and he must stop Han Fan's ambition in time.

Han Fan wanted to refute, but he couldn't even say a word.

"Originally, I didn't agree with you participating in the battle for the swordsman list, and I just wanted you to take a look at it this time, but if you want to participate, I won't stop you, but you have to know what you do, don't think that holding a sword is sword cultivation, and learning a little hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield is physical cultivation. Yun Zhongqing said eloquently, he didn't want to see Han Fan go astray.

After all, the friendship between the two is that of someone who can give his back to each other without reservation.

Yun Zhongqing has said everything that should be said, and the rest can only depend on Han Fan himself, no matter how much he has, he can't help.

Han Fan got up and left without saying a word.

Yun Zhongqing sighed and left one after another.

As soon as the two left, Xiao Baozi jumped down from the roof, thoughtfully, and his face was serious that Han Fan had never seen before.

Han Fan returned to the room provided by the Yun family and lay on the bed with his head back, deep in thought.

After a while, the little bun came back with a few oil-paper bags tied with strings on his mobile phone.

Han Fan was attracted by the scent, and he sat up and looked at the mysterious food that the buns had placed on the table.

"What is this?" Han Fan asked.

"It's called flower chicken and smoked duck. Bun replied with a grin, carefully untying the rope.

"Damn, you're eating alone. Han Fan moved to the table and sat down, staring at it.

"By the way, why did you come back at this point, shouldn't you be in the audition?" asked Baozi seemingly casually.

"Uh...... This, I encountered a little thing and couldn't figure it out. Han Fan scratched his head in embarrassment, subconsciously covering his injury.

"Oh, then tell me, what's the matter?" asked Baozi, munching on a piece of chicken thigh, vaguely.

"It's nothing, I just want to be a swordsman, but I can't do it. "Han Fan said it very casually, just to give others the feeling that I didn't care about this matter at all.

"I'm afraid that your obsession is not to be a swordsman, you just think that sword cultivation is chic, what you want may only be chic and handsome, after all, it is difficult for Confucian monks to have this fluttering demeanor. Baozi had already swallowed the meat in his mouth, and he said it word by word.

Han Fan's heart was shocked, and his expression changed drastically.

Baozi saw Han Fan's reaction to losing his soul, nodded slightly, and ate by himself.

In the evening, Yun Zhongqing came to look for Han Fan and was stopped at the door by Baozi.

"Thanks to your words today, I have now fallen into comprehension, this matter is especially serious for him, after all, it is related to his future path, so he must not be disturbed at this time. "What Baozi shows in front of Yun Zhongqing is the breath of a predecessor like the sea and mature and steady.

"Okay, I know, the juniors will retire first. Yun Zhongqing saluted respectfully and left.

There is one thing that Baozi doesn't know, that is, Han Fan's real name is a "Dao" character, and the Tao is closely related to the path that Han Fan wants to take, but once this comprehension fails, Han Fan will lose this natal word that is enough to move Confucianism in Zhongzhou.

Ask Sword Square, the audition is still in full swing, some people are selected and some are eliminated, some are happy and some are sad.

A month's time is not long or short, Baozi changed his previous attitude in this month, did not run around or spread Huan'er, and guarded Han Fan for a whole month.

On this day, Yun Zhongqing knocked on Han Fan's door again, and the bun opened the door.

"Tomorrow is the battle in the ring, all the selected monks will be drawn to fight, Han Fan ......" Yun Zhongqing wanted to speak and stopped.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a sword cultivation competition, if he can't come out before tomorrow, it doesn't matter if he doesn't participate, he will wake up, and he won't necessarily be obsessed with this swordsman list battle. The old age and unfathomability shown by the bun made Yun Zhongqing respect him more and more.

"Good seniors, juniors left first. Yun Zhongqing bowed and turned to leave.

Baozi closed the door, suddenly sensed, and the next moment appeared in the back room, a young man with long hair and waist reached sat quietly on the futon, a spotless robe, and an inconspicuous gourd hanging from his waist.

At the beginning, Han Jun let Baozi stay, the main purpose was to protect Han Fan, a genius with golden Confucian qualifications and first-class understanding, which deserved Han Jun's attention a hundred times.

Moreover, now is a special period, and the great war between the two clans is getting closer and closer, and a genius with a brilliant future must be extremely valued at this juncture.

Han Jun and Wang Zhichang actually had little idea, he knew that the style of those old men in Zhongzhou was more important than the golden Confucian qualifications, after all, the former was the foundation of the religion.

At this time, Han Fan slowly opened his eyes, a fine light flashed, there was no amazing momentum, nor any decline, his expression was indifferent, as if he had just undergone an ordinary cultivation.

"Are you awake?" Baozi has regained Han Fan's usual innocence and cuteness.

Han Fan smiled faintly and nodded, the room was still bright, it should be daytime outside, according to normal words, Baozi must not be seen during the day, and he saw Baozi when he woke up today.

Han Fan guessed that it was Baozi who had been guarding him, but he didn't say it and kept it in his heart.

"How long have I been enlightened?" asked Han Fan.

"You can really sleep in a month. Bunzi pouted.

"Thank you, whatever you want to eat, I'll cook. Han Fan got up and stretched the indentations on his clothes.

"Roast the meat of the beast. Baozi's eyes lit up and he almost jumped up.

"Okay, let's go get a strange beast. "I haven't eaten for a month, and Han Fan is hungry, but fortunately, he has reached the Three Realms, and the aura can be converted into energy to maintain the operation of the body, and after the Four Realms, he can completely get rid of relying on food to replenish energy, that is, Bigu.

The happiness of the bun is not only because of the fragrant barbecue, but also because of the changes brought about by Han Fan's realization this time.

Although there was no vision, judging from Baozi's cultivation and vision, Han Fan's momentum and sharpness were all constricted, and ordinary monks looked at Han Fan as if they were an ordinary person.

A person can restrain the overflow of aura and restrain the murderous aura, but there is no way to control the temperament that he has conceived, but Han Fan can restrain all of this, making people look so ordinary that they can't be ordinary anymore.

This is not something that anyone can do, and a monk with this ability is either a big guy or has cultivated an extremely special technique.

The two hurriedly walked out of the city, and on the way, Baozi asked Han Fan:

"By the way, tomorrow is the next round of the assessment draw for the swordsman list competition, are you going?"

"It doesn't make much sense to participate in the battle for the swordsman list again, but we can go and see. Han Fan thought for a moment and responded.

"Hey, that's fine. ”

Maybe it was because Baozi couldn't wait to eat meat immediately, so he finally flew out of the sword capital directly with Han Fan, and came to a forest after a while.

For the first time, Han Fan really experienced the thrill of flying in the air, which was not the thrill that could be achieved by bungee jumping in an airplane in the previous life.

Perhaps it was the result of being curious about Han Fan's comprehension this time, Bao Zi brought over a strange beast at the peak of the Three Realms and threw it in front of Han Fan.

After realizing that he had been let go by the human child who had made his hooves go limp, the red tiger wanted to run away, but sadly found that he couldn't even stand up, and it looked up and screamed.

"Well, the little tiger that has half a foot in the four realms is much stronger than the square face that beat you, you can take care of it. After Baozi finished speaking, he found that he had missed his mouth, but the words had already come out, and he looked at Han Fan with a strong and calm look.

"Oh~~~" Han Fan dragged out a long voice, he was not curious about Baozi knowing that he was beaten, he believed that Han Jun left such an unfathomable apprentice just to let him play with him.

A man and a beast began to confront each other, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while, and the sound of the heavy breathing of the bone red tiger was extremely clear, and no one acted rashly.

"Hey, you're going to do it!" Baozi slapped the bone red tiger with an expression that could not be carved with rotten wood.

It's really the bone red tiger that can't speak, otherwise it will definitely dump all the resentment in this stomach.

There was a terrifying kid standing next to him who made himself tremble, and the bone red tiger couldn't stand up, how could he get on?

"Oh, yes. Baozi suddenly thought of something, and a dodging figure had disappeared.

The Bone Red Tiger stood still, and after a while, it tried to stand up, sniffed its nose, and after making sure that the bun had left, it suddenly showed its sharp teeth and roared at Han Fan, full of momentum, and completely lost its cowardice.

"You're a dog!" Han Fan sighed.

As if sensing Han Fan's taunt, the Bone Red Tiger leaned over, and its sturdy hind legs slammed on, rushing up, under its innate keen perception of danger, Han Fen gave it the feeling that it was not as threatening as the newborn Bone Red Tiger cub.

Looking at the prey that was getting closer and closer, the bone red tiger deeply felt that he was too lucky, and was caught inexplicably, and then there was a piece of meat there.

Han Fan left a triple shadow fake body in place, and the real body violently launched the Nine Elements World, passed under the body of the Bone Red Tiger, got up and jumped into the air, and a series of movements were flowing in the sky.

The bite struck, and the bone red tiger bit down so hard that it even imagined the wonderful taste of human blood in its mouth.

The human in front of him dissipated directly, and the red tiger's lips hurt, well, he bit his own flesh.

The bleeding lips stimulated the ferocity of the Bone Red Tiger, and at the same time, he was extremely curious, why did this human being dissipate directly after biting it unlike others?

"Hey, above. A voice caught the attention of the Bone Red Tiger, and it looked up sharply, it was the human just now, only to see that he was holding a long sword in his right hand, and a strange-shaped object floating in his left hand.

This unidentified object gave the Bone Red Tiger a visceral feeling of fear, it didn't need to know what it was, but it knew that this thing could kill itself, and there was no way for it to fight it.

The Bone Red Tiger felt the terrifying momentum emanating from Han Fan's body, and only after realizing it did it realize that it was the prey, but it was too late, the mantra of the word "attack" hit the Heavenly Spirit cover of the Bone Red Tiger, and the cold mangs in his right hand were just a feint, without the blessing of sword qi, this thing could not break the skin of the Bone Red Tiger, unless he was holding an immortal weapon.

The mantra of the word "attack" is not as visual as the sword qi, there is no splashed blood, and the wound that is deep in the bones is visible, but this blow did directly shatter the brain of the bone red tiger, and now it looks like its brain is really a mess of paste.

The huge body of the Bone Red Tiger fell down with a bang, splashing a puff of dust, and Han Fan fell on the back of the Bone Red Tiger, and he clapped his hands.

"That's it!"

"Eat meat, eat meat, eat meat!" A figure flashed down from the sky, and as soon as he finished speaking, Baozi had already come to the side of the Bone Red Tiger.

Han Fan looked up at the sky, although Baozi was a child, and his size was not large, but such a living person was floating in the world, and he didn't even notice it, which was strange!

When dealing with the corpse of the Bone Red Tiger, Han Fan was despised by Bao Zi because of his powerlessness, and finally looked at Bao Zi's right hand and made a sword finger, and after a few clicks in the air, the body of the Bone Red Tiger was divided into several pieces, and Han Fan wanted to say that he didn't envy it in his heart, it was fake.

There is no way, the characteristic of the Bone Red Tiger is that his head is thick, although his cold mang is a spiritual weapon, it is also the lowest level of the ninth-grade spiritual weapon, if you give it to a swordsman, you may be able to rely on the sword qi to operate it, but here in Han Fan, it can only be a sword.

When the skin of the bone red tiger is roasted until golden brown and the meat is fragrant, the bun takes the lead and stuffs it into his mouth without saying a word.

Han Fan looked at the happy appearance of Baozi gobbling up, and his face was smiling.

At this moment, the little thought of practicing swords in his heart quietly dissipated, he really figured it out, his Confucian talent is so outstanding, why do you have to practice any sword, even if you want to practice, then you will wait until the strength is strong in the future.

Giving up sword practice has nothing to do with any dreams, it's just that he gave up being in the limelight, giving up showing off, and being a low-key person.

Thinking of this, Han Fan thought of Yun Zhongqing, and remembered his words, in fact, he didn't like swords so much, what he liked was the chic and elegant sword cultivation, and what he liked was the pull of the sword that flew away after defeating the enemy with one move, leaving only a handsome back for everyone.

Now he has given up the idea of being in the limelight, and as for being chic and elegant, Han Fan admits that he still wants it, but he just ......

Who said that Confucian monks can't be chic?

Han Fan decided to cheer for Yun Zhongqing tomorrow, and by the way, meet the sword cultivators who are really powerful in this sword capital.

"Aren't you my nobleman!" Han Fan muttered to himself, in a good mood.

"What does a man say, you don't eat and I eat. Baozi snatched the barbecue meat from Han Fan's hand, and before he could react, he stuffed it into his small mouth, and gave Han Fan a victory gesture with an arrogant look in his eyes.