In the evening, the two of Han Fanbaozi, who had eaten and drunk, returned to their room, and the knock on the door sounded just right.

Han Fan got up and opened the door, it was Yun Zhongqing.

"Han Fan, you're awake. Yun Zhongqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"What woke me up? I felt like I had been seriously injured and passed out. Han Fan rolled his eyes and turned sideways to signal Yun Zhongqing to come in.

"I won't go in, I have to prepare for tomorrow's assessment, will you participate tomorrow?" Yun Zhongqing said his intention.

"No, but I'll go with you tomorrow and cheer you on. Han Fan raised his fist, his expression in place.

Yun Zhongqing smiled and turned to leave in a dashing manner.

Some people need to have the courage to face a goal that they think is impossible to overcome, and even if they fail, it is to grow.

And some people need to take a step back in time, so as not to let themselves walk on the single-plank bridge and miss the Yangguan Avenue next to it.

Han Fan is the latter.

At night, when Baozi was snoring and sleeping soundly, Han Fan also sorted out what he had learned so far in his mind.

He set himself a short-term goal:

First of all, the method of mantra is equivalent to the method of natal life, which is the absolute most important thing, and it is necessary to practice condensing the mantra in various states every day, for example, if one of the arms is injured, the backhand to condense the mantra, or how to condense the mantra under the premise that both arms are injured.

Second, the cultivation of Purple Illusion must be put on the agenda, the last trip to Xiaotiandi was not trivial, this Purple Illusion has helped him many times, and the benefits it brings are also very considerable, so he spends at least two hours every day to cultivate Purple Illusion.

Third, the Nine Elements of the World that I have always relied on, I must do a lot of training every day, even if I can't go to the next level, I must be familiar with it.

After setting the goal, Han Fan began to practice, and Baozi was still snoring unscrupulously, and the night passed.

Early the next morning, the three of them went to Wenjian Square together, the bun was forcibly pulled up by Han Fan, with a black face along the way, Han Fan didn't feel anything, Yun Zhongqing didn't dare to gasp for breath all the way when he was nervous, and only Han Fan dared to treat a big guy like this and was safe and sound.

Yun Zhongqing's face was not very good after drawing lots, Han Fan thought that he had drawn a powerful player, and couldn't help asking:

"Who's being drawn?"

"A monk who has never heard of it should have average strength, after all, I have an impression of those rookies with excellent talent. Yun Zhongqing said in a deep voice.

"Isn't that good?" Han Fan was curious.

"Of course, if you don't fight with the masters, how can you improve?" Yun Zhongqing said as a matter of course.

"Uh......" Han Fan suddenly realized that he was really a group of arrogant militants.

"By the way, I haven't seen Song Ziming recently, how is he?" Han Fan didn't remember until today that he still had a friend who was traveling with him.

"He left suddenly in a panic that day, there should be something urgent that was delayed, otherwise he wouldn't have said hello to you. Yun Zhongqing explained.

"I see, he missed the battle for the swordsman list?" Han Fan was a little regretful, although he didn't know how strong the young sword cultivators in Beizhou were, but with Song Ziming's strength, Han Fan felt that he could at least get the top five on the Xuan Rank List.

"No. 1602 White Mountain, please come forward and draw lots. The old man in charge of the draw said.

No one answered below, everyone, you look at me, I look at you.

"No. 1602 White Mountain, please come up and draw lots. The person in charge raised his voice and repeated.

Still no response.

The person in charge raised his head and inspected all the participating monks in the Sword Square.

Not far from him, about ten meters away from the lottery place, the person in charge saw Bai Shan talking and laughing with the young man next to him.

This manager was the person in charge of testing the monks who participated in the Yellow List at the beginning, and Han Fan was dancing a four-way sword technique at that time, so the manager was more impressed with him, so he recognized Han Fan at a glance.

Don't doubt the memory of a Six Realms monk!

"Bai Shan, it's time for you to draw lots. There was a little anger in the voice of the person in charge, and this kid pretended not to hear it when he stood in front of him.

The monks below stopped talking, and they could all see that the person in charge was already a little angry, something like this had never happened before.

Because during the battle for the swordsman list, contestants are not allowed to fight privately inside and outside the sword capital, and once they are discovered, they will be severely punished, regardless of whether you are a genius of the sect or a son of a family.

Because of this rule, no monk has ever given up his qualifications in the previous swordsman list battles.

Beizhou's sword cultivation is all kind, they would rather be ousted by others in seconds, than take the initiative to give up, someone once said that there is no bad seed in Beizhou, but there are many people who are not afraid of death.

The third time the voice sounded, Han Fan finally noticed that something was wrong, he looked up at the person in charge, and the person in charge stared at him unkindly.

Han Fan beat a spirit, and then remembered that he had registered with a fake name was Baishan.

Han Fan trotted to the person in charge and bowed down and smiled.

"I'm sorry senior, I was a little distracted just now. ”

"Hmph, let's go draw lots. The person in charge snorted coldly, seeing that Han Fan had a good attitude, of course he would not worry about it as a senior.

"That...... I decided to give up. Han Fan's voice was not loud, but because the audience was quiet, it instantly spread to the ears of all the participating monks.

"What?" blurted out the person in charge, this situation was the first time since the establishment of the swordsman list dispute, not only the person in charge, but everyone was stunned.

"Say it again!" the person in charge was furious, and the people he looked down on the most were those who had escaped, either glorious defeat or glorious victory, and never ran away from it.

Han Fan was about to explain, when suddenly the crowd let out an exclamation, followed by desperate screams.

Han Fan looked at the contestants behind him, followed their gaze, and saw a woman as bright as moonlight walking slowly, but her body emitted a soft light, making it difficult to see her face, but despite this, everyone, including Han Fan, froze in place.

Beside the woman, a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes followed a back position.

"Greetings to the city lord. The person in charge hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

The man nodded.

"Everyone has more or less heard about the passage of the underworld a few days ago, because of the turmoil, some of the powerful people who were originally in seclusion have also been born, today I am fortunate to invite the white fairy to watch this battle of the swordsman list, I hope everyone will work hard to perform and fight for Beizhou!" The legendary city lord spoke loudly, and the voice spread to the ears of no monk in the Sword Square.

"It's the White Fairy, oh my God!" the monk below dropped his jaw in shock.

The crowd was suddenly in shock, compared to their city lord and the white fairy, it was really a small thing.

After the shock, the monks below were ready to move, and everyone was full of fighting spirit and ready to go into battle at any time.

White Fairy, isn't that the one he met by chance in the bamboo forest? Thinking of this, Han Fan's little deer began to collide unobeyed.

The white fairy should still remember me!, Han Fan thought.

"Alright, the draw continues. The person in charge reacted first and reminded everyone.

The voice of the person in charge brought Han Fan back to his senses, and he remembered that he still owed someone an explanation, so he hurriedly calmed down and said: "Senior, don't get me wrong, the reason why I gave up the lottery is because I am actually a Confucian monk, but I just like to practice swords, but you also know that it is impossible for a Confucian monk to go all the way in the way of the sword, so I will choose to give up." ”

"Hmm, are you a Confucian monk?" the person in charge was a little confused, he turned his head to look at the city lord standing quietly in the main ring, this situation was also the first time he had encountered it, today is really rare, strange things one after another.

"Since you are a Confucian monk, why can you be selected?" the city lord said lightly, what everyone didn't know was that the woman next to the city lord looked at Han Fan with a bright look in her eyes.

"Because he has comprehended the four swordsmanship and created his own sword moves. The person in charge replied truthfully.

The monks below let out a burst of emotion, the monks of the Quartet Sword Technique Beizhou don't know who doesn't know, and its difficulty is that it is also a worrying problem for those genius teenagers.

As soon as they heard that Han Fan had not only comprehended the Quartet Sword Technique, but also created his own sword moves, the monks who had despised him because of Han Fan's proposal to give up also changed their opinions.

"And this kind of thing, it's really unusual. The city lord also sighed.

In the crowd close to the ring, the square-faced young man's eyes lit up:

"Young Master Ouyang, that kid is the little cub who was repaired by me that day, his strength is unbearable, he says a set of things, and the real thing, it seems that he didn't listen to me if I counted with him, it is better for me to kill his sharpness, it just so happens that the city lord and the white fairy are there, and they can leave an impression." The young man known as Young Master Ouyang thought for a moment and nodded.

Seeing that Young Master Ouyang agreed, the square-faced young man hurriedly rushed to the Yellow Rank Ring, because his desire to express himself was too strong, he didn't notice the playfulness in the young man's eyes at all.

"Baishan, right, pretending to be quite similar, saying that he is a Confucian monk, and he ...... that day" Speaking of this, the young man with a square face hurriedly changed his words: "I am also a person who has learned your swordsmanship, and I actually said that I am a Confucian monk, I really think that we are so easy to deceive, since we have passed the audition, we actually gave up the competition, what kind of man is it, if there is a kind, he will go to the stage to fight with me." "It's a well-known thing that criticism is not allowed during the battle of the swordsman list, and if it is known by the person in charge, the qualification of the square-faced boy will be directly invalidated.

He suddenly felt a little regretful at this time, if Han Fan said what happened that day, how would he deal with it?

The person in charge looked at the city lord's reaction, and seeing that he didn't mean to express his opinion, knowing that this was a tacit acquiescence to the practice of the square-faced young man, he opened his mouth and asked:

"Seeing is believing, Bai Shan, do you dare to fight?"

"Okay. Han Fan was not stupid, seeing that the city lord was silent, he knew that this matter was a certainty, so he stepped into the ring in a few steps.

"You used to be my defeat, and you still are. Seeing that Han Fan didn't say anything about that day, the young man with a square face ignited his arrogance again.

"Please advise. Han Fan performed Confucian etiquette in a proper manner and said slowly.

"Hmph! I'll see how long you can fit it. ”

Today was originally the day of the draw in the Xuan-level ring, and the young man with a square face also came with his young master, and the news of the battle between the white fairy and the swordsman list spread very quickly, and after such a while, the participating monks of the lower and heavenly ranks also came one after another, just to witness the powerful face.

The huge Wenjian Square was already overcrowded at this time.

Seeing that the number of spectators had reached its peak for a while, the square-faced young man was secretly happy in his heart, this time, he would definitely be remembered by the White Fairy and the City Lord.

He took the initiative to attack, intending to deal with Han Fen in the shortest possible time.

Because he was too excited, he didn't think about whether a monk at the peak of the Three Realms was a bit too bullying against a monk at the beginning of the Three Realms, even if he won, what could he do, he could only say that it was normal.

The monks below were obviously not very interested in this battle, and the difference between the realms of the two sides was too great, and there was almost no comparison.

Seeing the square-faced young man rushing up, Han Fan didn't intend to be polite, the Nine Elements World opened three lines and rushed, and after dodging the sword of the square-faced young man, he instantly condensed the mantra of the word "attack", hit the back of the square-faced young man, and then dissipated in an instant.

The attack of the word "attack" mantra caused the square-faced young man to directly displace his internal organs, and a mouthful of blood flew out with his body, Han Fan urged the Nine Elements World to follow, and drew his sword out of the sheath, which was the sword that he comprehended in the two years after the end of the border training.

I don't know where it started, I don't know where it started.

"Bang. The square-faced young man fell to the edge of the ring, motionless, Han Fan put his sword into the sheath and stood still in place.

The audience was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

"What's the situation?" Finally, the monk at the peak of the Three Realms in the audience reacted and asked in a daze.

"Are you sure he's a monk at the beginning of the Three Realms?" a contestant in the Xuan Rank Ring asked his friend at the peak of the Four Realms.

"This ...... I guess so. The monk at the peak of the Four Realms said with some uncertainty, the strength that Han Fan showed was really too incredible.

"White Mountain wins. The person in charge waited for a while and confirmed that the square-faced boy had fallen into a coma, so the result was announced, and the doctor in charge of the treatment came to the stage to move the square-faced boy away to heal, and Han Fan also slowly walked out of the ring.

"It's incredible, the monk of the early stage of the Three Realms killed the peak of the Three Realms in seconds, which is equivalent to a battle in the Leap Realm. There were monks in the audience who sighed.

The city lord nodded with great satisfaction.

"Good!"

Seeing that the city lord opened his mouth to praise, there was applause one after another, this is the sword cultivators of Beizhou, they have an extraordinary respect for their strength.