This night, Han Fan slept again.

Whenever he encountered a major event, he would always sleep instead of cultivating, which seemed to have become his habit.

Of course, the reason why Han Fan classified this matter as a "major event" was only because he had come to a new world, and as for what the genius disciple of the underworld that Gegela said, he really didn't take it to heart.

Zhao Yan arranged to another room, at this time he was full of apprehension, he decided to follow Han Fan on the path of the devil, and now he came to a completely strange world, he didn't know anything about it.

If there was one consolation that comforted him, it was the glow that emanated from Gergra.

Gegra sat in the outside seat, his chin in his left hand, and his eyes were straight ahead, as if he was observing the endless darkness outside through the heavy bronze doors of the main hall.

Day 2.

After Han Fan woke up, he tidied up his clothes and walked out of the room.

However, he was directly stuck in place, and saw that there were four rows of seats in the main hall along the east-west direction, with twenty seats in each row. The seats were already filled with monks of all colors, mostly faces of the older generation, and behind them stood a varying number of young disciples, no more than three.

Han Fan noticed that there were still elders coming with their disciples one after another, and after observing the seats, he waved his hand and took out a seat and built a new row, and the monks who came later also painted the scoop according to the gourd, and the number of people was still increasing.

The monks were all talking to each other, and it was very lively, but as Han Fan came out, they all came over.

The door of Han Fan's room was directly behind the Winged Goddess carved on his back, he glanced at the crowd, a little confused, and glanced around his seat, where Gegra was sitting on top of it.

"What's the situation, master?" asked Han Fan leaning over, poking his head over and whispering in Gergra's ear.

"That's what I told you yesterday, some genius disciples in the underworld, they follow their respective masters to get you. Gegra whispered back to him.

"Master, how do you compare to their master?" Han Fan asked again.

"I'm better than them. "Gegra has one thing to say.

"Okay, then if you shout, you will say that you can't compare, and whoever wants to disobey will beat him. Han Fan glanced at the monks in the hall.

"......" The underworld monks who came from all walks of life to hear the news were full of black lines, this kid definitely said it to them on purpose, the weakest disciples present were all at the peak of the Three Realms, as long as they were not deaf, they could hear the conversation between the two.

"It's not good to be a teacher. "Gergera is embarrassed.

"Why?" Han was puzzled.

"Because I don't want to. ”

“...... Master you. ”

Han Fan looked sad, glanced left and right, and then walked to the next room and knocked on Zhao Yan's door.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Zhao Yan quickly opened the door.

"Come on, come on, we can be regarded as having a fateful friendship, and now I want to face the world's heroes, how can you stand by and watch, right?" Han Fan put his arm around Zhao Yan's shoulder.

Zhao Yan glanced at Gegra on the seat with some fear, in fact, as early as half an hour ago, Zhao Yan came out to see the situation outside, but Gegra glanced at him and asked him to go back and stay.

Zhao Yan was almost frightened out of the shadow in his heart by this glance, only to discover the horror of Gegra in hindsight.

All of Gegra's good temper and patience are only for Han Fan alone.

Just like today's competition, everyone has been waiting for an hour one after another, but no one dares to complain about their dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Gegra didn't look at him, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time confirmed one thing again in his heart - Gegra attached great importance to Han Fan.

"Elders. Han Fan said that he had made a salute, but he realized that he was used to practicing Confucian etiquette, and he ignored this matter, and now he came to such a scene in front of many demon monks, and it was inevitable that he would be misunderstood.

"I come from the vertical and horizontal realm, I have stepped into the Confucian practice, and now I have entered the demon path, and when I come to the underworld, some things of Confucianism will always follow me, and it has made me who I am now. Han Fan opened his mouth to explain that he was not worried that these people would misunderstand, but that he had told his master.

Today, all the seniors and fellow Daoists are gathered here, and the purpose is already clear, but since the beginning of my cultivation, I have always killed my opponent in the same realm, and I am worried that the attack is not serious, so if you want to challenge me, you must first pass my brother's level. Han Fan said and patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder.

Zhao Yan was a little helpless, Han Fan obviously wanted him to test the depth of these underworld monks, but Han Fan was commensurate with him, which made Zhao Yan very moved, and he thought that he must behave well.

Han Fan almost didn't cover his mouth and snickered, moved a few steps, and followed the disciples below, standing behind the left of Gegra.

"Who's coming first?" Han Fan shouted.

There is no fool who can come here, everyone is a clear-eyed person, and it can be seen that Zhao Yan is actually a follower of Han Fan.

The status was one level worse, so the hall was quiet for a while, and no one wanted to stand up by lowering their bodies.

Gergra's index finger tapped on the armrest of the brass seat, making a "pop" sound.

"In this case, my little disciple has just been practicing for five years, and he is still underage, and he has a lot of fun. Zhan'er, you go. An old man with frost and snow on his head said, his face crisscrossed with folds of different shades.

A half-grown child trotted to the front—a large space between the monks and the Gergra.

Gegra waved his hand, and a ring appeared out of thin air.

This child is half the height of Han Fan, with purple hair tied into a fishbone braid hanging down behind him, and the child has a pair of big eyes, but he has two vertical pupils, which are like two fish swimming in crystal clear water when they are dripping and turning.

Down was a small nose with a round red face, and he had the baby fat that children have, and there was a faint trace of sparkling saliva at the corner of his mouth.

The child was dressed in a black robe, which was obviously much larger, as if it had been surrounded by a futon.

Zhao Yan walked up to the stage, looked at the cute child in front of him, and couldn't bear to make a move.

"Brother, will you kill me?" the child's childish and ethereal voice echoed in his ears.

"Of course not!" Zhao Yan hurriedly replied.

"Oh, but I might kill you. The child's voice was still so beautiful, but Zhao Yan's face changed greatly, and he didn't have time to react before he saw himself flying.

flew out of the ring, rolled down a few laps before stopping, the child stood in Zhao Yan's previous position, and looked innocently at Zhao Yan who was spitting blood with big eyes.

Han Fan's eyes narrowed subconsciously, although this kid was only at the peak of the Three Realms, his decisiveness and control of strength were not weak at all.

Zhao Yan didn't find out that when the child was talking to him, he actually used a spiritual technique to influence Zhao Yan, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to sneak attack him.

But if you really want to talk about it realistically, Zhao Yan's realm is higher than that of a child, the peak of the three realms and the four realms are two levels of existence, and Zhao Yan is now cultivating demon devouring, in the final analysis, the strength of the child is beyond doubt.

What makes Han Fan pay attention is not the strength of the child, but the order of appearance, the child was called out to fight Zhao Yan, which is itself a kind of self-surrendering reason, but because he is a child, this problem was cleverly avoided. But the children in front of them are definitely the people with the lowest cultivation, and the children with the lowest cultivation can defeat Zhao Yan in one move, so what about the later disciples?

"Master, I don't know him. Although I attach great importance to these people in my heart, I still talk and laugh on the surface.

Zhao Yan stood up, his neck was red, it seemed that he was defeated by a child's move, and he felt ashamed.

Han Fan inquired about his condition, and knew that he had only suffered some minor injuries, so he was relieved.

Gegra seemed to have guessed the ending a long time ago, and his voice couldn't hear any emotion, "This time I have the bottom in my heart?"

"With it, I'm still invincible in the same realm. Han Fan smiled and stepped into the ring.

"Son, go down and call your brother to come up and fight me. "Let's say that, Han Fan released the cultivation of the early stage of the Four Realms.

This behavior is just to remind everyone that they only have the beginning of the Four Realms, so those who have cultivated too high should not come up as soon as possible.

Since Han Fan entered the ring, the child has been staring at Han Fan with a pair of vertical pupils, staggering his front and back feet, and bowing his back, which is completely unprecedented when facing Zhao Yan.

When most of the disciples present saw the child's posture, their originally casual appearance became serious.

They began to take a closer look at Han Fanlai.

Eighty percent of the disciples present knew that his talent was definitely one of the top groups of people at the moment. This is one point, and another point, that is, the child's blood is mixed with some divine beast blood, and his sensitivity to danger is greater than that of all the people present, and even some of the older generation of masters are ashamed of themselves.

Therefore, when they saw that the child looked like he was facing Han Fan, they began to pay real and careful attention to Han Fanlai.

Han Fan just stood there casually, looking at the child with a smile on his face.

After a long time, the child gritted his teeth and smiled: "Since my brother said so, it is better to be respectful than to obey." Then he slowly retreated and jumped out of the ring, and it was not until he got out of the ring that the child dared to relax his body and his movements became natural again.

Han Fan smiled back, then turned his head to look at the main hall.

"Next. ”