After half a pillar of incense, Ma Zhufan stood up, dusted off a little dust from his clothes, bowed down and said, "The disciple has finished resting, please Elder Li continue the competition." ”

Elder Li touched a handful of goatee on his chin, nodded slightly, and said, "In the final final of the outer disciples, Fan Weicai of the Wuchen faction will face Ma Zhufan of the Wudi faction. ”

Fan Weicai listened, jumped on the martial arts platform gently, straightened the hair bun that hung down a little messy in his ears, and looked at Ma Zhufan with the corner of his eye.

Ma Zhufan clenched his fists and bowed down and said, "Ma Zhufan has seen Senior Brother Fan, please give me advice." ”

Fan Weicai clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior Brother Ma, be careful, my sword is very fast, you have to see it clearly." Ma Zhufan nodded seriously, and distanced about three zhang from Fan Weicai.

"The name of this sword is Jin Po, I spent nearly ten high-quality low-grade ancient beast inner pills in exchange, its material is made of iron ore with thousands of years, it can contain my metallic true qi, and better exert my strength. After speaking, Fan Weicai finished talking and touching the sword body with his hand, as if there was only his sword in his eyes, and there was nothing else.

Ma Zhufan also heard for the first time that the sword can hold true qi, he looked at the somewhat beautiful sword cast by Fan Weicai, and then looked at his own sword that was still a little rusty, and his heart was inevitably a little lost, Ma Zhufan also tried to slowly enter the true qi from the dantian through the hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra into the iron sword, he was a little surprised, this iron sword seemed to be able to hold true qi, but there was no reaction, unlike Fan Weicai's true qi input into the sword, the sword would emit a faint golden light, Ma Zhufan was a little disappointed, although he also confirmed it in his heart, but he also thought that a miracle would happen.

Ma Zhufan transported a large amount of true qi to the Tianqi acupoint, and a little was transported to the broken iron sword to prepare for the enemy, Fan Wei moved, only to see his feet separated, the muscles of his hind legs exerted force, "touch", the figure flickered, only to see a golden light "swish" appeared above Ma Zhufan's head, Ma Zhufan had already taken precautions, and lifted the iron sword in his hand to "touch" The sound of the two swords hitting was released, Ma Zhufan's legs sank, his arms were a little sore, and he said: "What a lot of strength, at least six hundred catties of strength." ”

Fan Weicai didn't look at the effect of this sword, "Huh" is another golden light, appearing on Ma Zhufan's left side, Ma Zhufan's ears moved slightly, his head didn't return, he directly took out the sword to resist the sword, the sound of bumping came, Ma Zhufan took three steps back before stopping his body, only felt that the strength of this sword was greater than the first sword, and the force that was not removed hit Ma Zhufan's internal organs through the meridian tendons of his arm, the pain was unbearable, and the sharp sword cut off Ma Zhufan's hairband and a little hair, Ma Zhufan looked very embarrassed, and his hair was scattered.

Fan Weicai's heart was unwavering, and the third sword light appeared on Ma Zhufan's right cheek, this sword was very tricky, Ma Zhufan didn't have time to check the injury, and his eyes didn't reach the sword yet, "touch" With a bang, the power of this sword is even worse than the previous sword, this sword Ma Zhufan is still not fully blocked, the right cheek can be seen with a wound that is three inches short, Ma Zhufan took seven steps back before stopping, he knelt on the ground with the sword, his hair was scattered, his hand covered the wound on his cheek, and the bright red blood dripped on the ring through his fingers, dyeing the hair between his ears red, and there was a pain in his internal organs.

"Little brother, we can't beat it, we admit defeat, don't fight, little brother. Chu Xixi's voice with a little crying voice came from under the ring, Ma Zhufan turned his head to look at Chu Xixi's pear blossom rain-like face, and his heart warmed, this stupid sister.

Ma Zhufan said in his heart: "There is no way, I can only ......"

"Ah...... Ah......" A piercing scream came from behind him, interrupting his train of thought, Ma Zhufan was a little confused, turned his head to look back, a little confused.

I saw Fan Weicai with his back to him, holding the golden broken sword in his hand and observing, a pig-like scream came out of his mouth, Ma Zhufan muttered, "What do you want to do?"

Fan Weicai turned to look at Ma Zhufan, only to see him, bloodshot eyes, looking at Ma Zhufan with resentment, his face was hideous, he pointed at Ma Zhufan with his finger, and said: "What kind of magic ...... are you doing?" Before he finished speaking, he heard the golden broken sword in his hand, which broke into three pieces and fell to the ground, and another pig-killing cry came from the piercing sound.

Fan Weicai crawled on the ground, his hands trembling, picking up his broken golden broken sword, tears in his eyes, snot dripping wildly, even more miserable than the dead parents.

kept nagging: "Why is this, my ten low-level ancient beast Neidan is gone, my sword is gone, I am miserable, miserable ......"

Ma Zhufan was a little confused by the second monk, and muttered: "A sword that was just fine, why did it break, could it be that this Senior Brother Fan bought a copycat." ”

Ma Zhufan just finished muttering, I don't know if Fan Weicai heard it, I saw him put down the short sword in his hand, and rushed towards Ma Zhufan like a madman, still muttering in his mouth: "Little bastard, return my sword, you compensate me for the sword." Ma Zhufan was startled, and just wanted to stab Fan Weicai with his sword, but seeing that he didn't use his true qi at all, he put down the sword in his hand again.

Just when Ma Zhufan hesitated, Fan Weicai had already stretched out his hand to grab Ma Zhufan's face, Ma Zhufan was a little at a loss, feeling that this Fan Weicai had something crazy about, so he simply squatted on the ground with his head in his hands to see what tricks he could make a fool of.

That Fan Weicai didn't care what Ma Zhufan thought, he directly grabbed Ma Zhufan's hair and dragged it around, still cursing in his mouth: "You bastard, you pay me for the sword, you pay me Neidan." Ma Zhufan was in a lot of pain, and said in his heart: "Just be bitten by a mad dog, and it will pass in a while." ”

The audience was completely dumbfounded, and said in their hearts: "What's wrong with this year's martial arts meeting? One was too drunk and missed the game, one went to, and the other went crazy." ”

Long Batian really couldn't get used to it and said, "Elder Li, your mad dog is biting, you don't care." As soon as Long Batian finished speaking, the condemnation in the ring rose one after another.

Elder Li looked at the strange eyes of the elders next to him and the audience under the ring, and he really wanted to find a hole to get into, this year's outer door competition, the Wuchen faction was really embarrassed, a disciple went to, a disciple went crazy, Elder Li stood up and said angrily: "Fan Weicai, if you stop the old man, and then give me a mess, you will leave the Wuchen faction forever." ”

As soon as Fan Weicai heard his words, it was okay at first, but now the trouble is even more fierce, and he directly started crying, crying dad and scolding his mother: "Dad, mother, you beat me to death, the child has disgraced you, today I will die with this surnamed Ma......" Ma Zhufan heard him crying miserably, and he could only endure it.

Elder Li's old face sank when he arrived, and he didn't catch his breath, coughing while pointing at Fan Weicai: "You ......"

Elder Chu of the Wudi Sect, who was sitting second on Elder Li's right, looked at Ma Zhufan with a little relief, and said in his heart: "He is a good seedling, worth cultivating, what a little guy who creates miracles!" In fact, the elders who sat on the VIP stage saw it more clearly, Fan Weicai's low-level high-grade martial art Jin Speed Sword was to raise the speed and strength to a pole in a very short period of time, and used three sword moves, after the sword moves were finished, there would be some loss of strength, if the opponent blocked it, he would lose a little bigger, plus his sword was also broken, and he couldn't defeat Ma Zhufan, so he began to mess around.