"Please. Han Fan raised his hand and said.

"It's better for you to strike first, I'm afraid you won't have much chance after I make a move. Wang Yilang said loudly, exuding a strong sense of confidence all over his body.

It is not to blame Wang Yi for his self-confidence, he has already comprehended a trace of the meaning of the tidal Dao, as long as he is given a few years, it is not a problem to touch the corners of the tidal Daoyi.

"Okay. Han Fan drew his sword and rushed forward. Wang Yi found that Han Fan's figure seemed to be a little strange, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Wang turned his hands into sword fingers and manipulated the aura to turn into sword qi and swing it out.

The people watching the battle let out a burst of discussion, it is not impossible for the aura to attack the enemy, but before the Five Realms, except for Confucianism, this method will not be used against the enemy.

Because the control of the aura before the Five Realms was still in the state of the young eagle learning to fly, this method would only be used under the crushing of the realm.

This kind of behavior is an insult.

Han Fan squinted, Han Mang slashed the sword qi that was coming, and then slashed horizontally, targeting Wang Yi's left waist.

Wang Yi finally drew his sword and pointed the tip of the sword down with his backhand, wanting to stop Han Fan's waist slash, but he didn't know that Han Fan had already launched the triple shadow when he rushed up at the beginning, but the triple win was completely integrated with Han Fan, and the action was the same.

At this moment, Han Fan suddenly drew his sword to change his attack, and the ghost of the waist slash continued to move, and the other ghost jumped up and slashed down towards Sima Yan's Tianling Gai, Han Fan's real body attacked Wang Yi's chest, after all, it was just a discussion, and Han Fan couldn't wipe someone's neck with a face.

Sima Yan was confused by the three Han Fen in front of him, and in a panic, he didn't know which one to guard.

The cold blade cut through Wang Yi's clothes, leaving a twenty-centimeter-long wound on his chest, and blood quickly overflowed.

Han Fen was unforgiving, because the distance was too close, he couldn't swing the sword, and after slashing through his chest, he changed his left hand to hold the cold mang, and a fierce knee hit Wang Yi's stomach, Wang Yi bowed down under severe pain, and his body briefly lost the ability to resist, Han Fen raised his right elbow, and his waist, back and arms were exerted at the same time. An elbow hit Wang Yi's shoulder near his neck.

A strong pain accompanied by a feeling of dizziness struck at the same time, and Wang Yi fell to the ground.

Han Fan's action is actually not over, at this time, taking advantage of the enemy's dizziness has not passed, it is the best time to kill with one blow, but this is a fight, not a scene of life and death at the border.

To put it bluntly, more than half of the reason why Wang Yi was able to be beaten to the ground so quickly was because of Wang Yi's light enemy and Han Fan's surprise.

If Wang Yi had taken it seriously from the beginning, Han Fan would have basically been able to raise his hand and surrender.

On the premise of not using the power of words, to fight against a mid-stage sword cultivator of the three realms that is waiting for a strict battle, the success rate is almost zero.

The audience fell silent for a while, from Han Fan rushing up to Wang Yi falling, this series of actions actually took less than five seconds, that is to say, the game just started, and it seemed to be the rhythm that was about to end.

No one thought of this situation.

"What is Han Fan's way?" asked someone in a low voice after a long time.

"It's like a melee stream of Buddhist practice. The man next to him replied uncertainly.

"Ahem......" Wang Yi coughed and slowly stood up, the blood on his chest had soaked most of his shirt, and the right shoulder that was hit by Han Fan's elbow just now caused the entire right arm to not use any strength.

Wang Yi was full of blood, like a resentful ghost crawling out of hell, staring at Han Fan.

Han Fan didn't understand the situation a little, didn't this count as his own victory? I knew that I would make up for it a few more just now, and it was really too kind.

"Give me death. Sima Yan shouted violently, and rushed forward with a sword in his left hand a little rusty, and the sword body condensed a rich aura.

Han Fan blocked with his horizontal sword, but because he couldn't use the power of words, he was beaten and flew out, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

"You won. Han Fan covered his chest with one hand and wiped the blood from his mouth and face with the other.

Wang Yi stood in place, the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, obviously he hadn't reacted to the situation yet, and after venting, the anger in his eyes was slowly dissipating.

"Han Fan, are you sure you want to surrender?" the elder had a strange expression.

"Under the limited strength, admit defeat. Han Fan was still in his performance, and he coughed for a while, and it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

The Elder's expression became serious, an aura appeared on his body, and the crowd quieted down, and those who were a little smarter noticed that something was wrong.

"Elder Chen, wait a minute!" Wang Yi shouted loudly.

Elder Chen took away the momentum and looked at Wang Yi with expectation in his eyes.

"Elder, in fact, Han Fan has already won me at the beginning, although it was because of my carelessness, but he did not use the power of words to beat me temporarily out of combat effectiveness, I lost convinced, the later sword, although I don't know why he didn't guard against it, but that sword didn't count. Wang Yi explained.

There was an uproar in the audience, and people began to talk about it.

Wang Yi heard the discussion from the audience, and then said: "Although I, Wang Yi, am arrogant and don't take others seriously, I am a qualified sword cultivator, and if I lose, I will lose, I admit that I will also lose." ”

word by word, like a sledgehammer, smashed on the hearts of the audience, and Han Fan looked at Wang Yi with a trace of sincerity and admiration.

Chang Aging smiled with relief, patted Wang Yi's shoulder on the stage, and said loudly: "In this battle, Han Fan wins." ”

The crowd erupted in strong applause, and no one expected that it would end like this.

After the competition, the vice dean also explained the reason to the elders, claiming that Han Fan could not use the power of words because he practiced a technique.

Only then did the elder suddenly realize, "I'll just say, Han Fan doesn't look like a person like Wang Yi who is arrogant and arrogant." ”

Wang Yi was ashamed to get into the cracks in the ground, and at the same time secretly determined that he must work hard to cultivate, and he really understood the meaning of the sentence that there are people outside the world.

"Very good, Han Jun's vision is really not bad. In the crowd, Sun Lao, who was in charge of the Julu Academy's Magic Pavilion, secretly praised him, and said that he had dexterously moved out of the crowd and left.

At the beginning, Han Jun asked Han Fan to take the token to find a person named Sun Zheng, who was this Sun Lao.

Elder Sun was originally the Supreme Elder of Zhulu Academy, but later he stepped down from the position of Supreme Elder because of some things, went to the Magic Pavilion as a janitor, enjoyed a leisurely life, and gradually faded out of people's sight.

Han Jun didn't pay much attention to the news of Dongzhou, thinking that Sun Lao was still the Supreme Elder of Zhulu Academy, but it was not bad, and Han Fan was still focused on cultivating.

When Han Fan brought the token into the city, Sun Lao was in retreat, and when he came out of the customs, he noticed the aura of the token and learned that Han Fan had been valued and cultivated by the academy, so he didn't interfere anymore.

If Sun Lao hadn't retreated at that time, maybe Han Fan would have had a master.

As the saying goes, the world is unpredictable, and that's exactly what happened.

The fact that Han Fan did not use the power of words to defeat Wang Yi was quickly spread, and it became a topic of discussion in people's leisure time after dinner.

Now the cultivation world of Chang'an City knows that the genius of the new cultivation world back then is now outstanding.

Not only the cultivation world, but even the streets and alleys of the people have heard a little about Han Fan's deeds.

There is only a curtain of light between the cultivation world and the people, and there are often monks who come to the people, and some words are also heard by the people, and they exaggerate them to say goodbye.

After bidding farewell to the vice president, Han Fan left Chang'an City directly.

After leaving the city, an old man blocked his way.

"Old Sun, why are you here?" Han Fan asked as he looked at the old man in front of him. It was the old man in charge of guarding the magic pavilion in the academy.

"You can take this set of body methods, cultivate to Xiaocheng as soon as possible, as long as you don't encounter the Five Realms cultivators, there will be no danger. Sun Lao waved his sleeves and flew out a book.

"Why?" Han was puzzled.

"Do you remember that Han Jun asked you to go to Zhulu Academy to find a person named Sun Zheng. Sun Lao said with a smile.

"Ahh......h

Han Fan only said this sentence to the vice dean once, and after inquiring at that time, he was curious that the vice president and the dean were not surnamed Sun, but he was focused on training when he arrived at the academy, so Han Fan did not delve into this matter.

"Alright, let's go ahead. Sun Lao waved his hand.

Han Fan meticulously saluted and thanked Sun Lao before leaving.

"Come out. Sun Lao spoke lightly, his voice mixed with a thick aura, and several masked monks were shocked out, spitting blood from their mouths.

"Retreat, what are you doing in a daze?" the leader burst into applause.

"It's all here, just stay. Sun Lao snorted, and several black-clothed people died.

The voice alone can kill, and the old man is terrifying.