It was obvious that Ye Fan's status in the minds of the Southern School disciples had risen rapidly.
After a long wait, the personal competition on the second day finally arrived.
Compared with the team written examination, this time the competition was even more grand, and all the venues that could be used in the Southern School were regarded as the focus of the competition.
The two elders Nan Long and Xu Zhongtian, as the presiding elders of this competition, delivered impassioned speeches.
"Disciples, the five-year disciple competition has begun once again. I hope that in the competition you can all show off your skills and show your true strength!"
"Okay! No more nonsense, let's let this game really take place!"
"good!"
"good!"
"good!"
…
In an instant, countless cheers and shouts echoed over the entire southern faction.
There was an extremely funny scene during the lottery draw.
Many disciples were praying silently so as not to be placed in the same group as Ye Fan, Tianhua Zhoutian and others.
The reason is simple, they don't want to be KOed as soon as they take action.
"Oh God, God, just give me a chance. Bless me and never let me draw those monsters. Just let me go a few more rounds."
A disciple was begging silently, or it was not just him. Many disciples were cautious when looking at their lottery results, for fear that God would make a big joke on them.
When a tall and thick man looked at the two words written on the note in his hand, he was completely stunned! The person he was going to fight turned out to be Ye Fan!
"I really vomited! Does God really care about me like this?"
"I originally thought that even if I couldn't make it into the top ten in this battle, I would still be able to go a little further. It seems like it's over this time."
The disciple shook his head and sighed, but the result was decided, he could go up or down.
When he and Ye Fan stood on the same stage, he swallowed nervously.
Ye Fan on the opposite side always had a calm and composed expression, but as the saying goes, silence is better than sound here, he was already very scary even if he didn't speak.
The disciples below pointed at the battle between the two.
"Oh, there is no suspense in this battle. That disciple is indeed unlucky. How come he met Ye Fan the first time?"
"Who says otherwise? But the strength of that disciple should not be underestimated. If I guessed correctly, he should be the second largest disciple under Elder Liu, Body God!"
"Yes, yes, I remembered. In the last competition, didn't he already rank among the top ten? But I just don't know if he will have the same luck this time."
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The body spirit looked at Ye Fan in front of him, and his clenched fists couldn't help but loosen. His whole person was caught in a huge psychological struggle. How could he take action?
"Since you've already arrived, just go ahead and take action. I'll let you take action first."
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows lightly at the body spirit. This man was a strong man in the early stage of Golden Immortal. He could have a good time playing with him.
"I……"
The body spirit on the other side thought about it again and again, and finally did something that shocked everyone.
He actually took a step forward, bent down towards Mark, and surrendered directly.
"I lost."
"Oh, isn't this battle not yet started? Why was it defeated?"
"It's true that I lost. I lost this battle completely. I am convinced that I lost. You have advanced."
After thinking for a long time, all he could say was this.
Although the two of them had not yet fought each other, the pressure released from Ye Fan's whole body made him feel a little breathless.
Even if such a battle is not carried out, I don't want to humiliate myself again.
Seeing the strong man who had been promoted to the top ten retreat without a fight, the disciples below were even more nervous to the extreme. It was really infuriating to see the comparison between people!
In the whole day of fighting that followed, either Ye Fan would win with just a few casual touches, or someone would just choose to retreat without fighting, just like the body spirit in front of him.
It is hard to imagine that Ye Fan successfully advanced to the semi-finals with almost no effort.
However, the Heavenly Fire Evil God lost to a mid-stage Golden Immortal warrior under an elder in a battle in the afternoon.
It's not because he's not good enough, but because acting has to be realistic after all.
Not only that, old gentlemen Zhou Wenbin and Nan Yu also wisely withdrew from the competition.
The four strong players who advanced to the semi-finals are the former top three players, Tianhua, Zhou Tian, Fury and the newly promoted rookie Ye Fan.
As night fell, Fatty Wang knocked on Ye Fan's door on time.
"Elder Wang is here! Please take a seat."
Ye Fan stretched out his hand helplessly.
"Okay, okay, actually it's nothing. I came here today just to chat with you. After all, the final battle is tomorrow. You must not feel any pressure."
Fatty Wang no longer had the previous ridicule towards Ye Fan, and there was a burning emotion in his eyes when he looked at Ye Fan.
Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Ye Fan, a disciple, has undoubtedly made himself famous among the entire southern sect.
Those elders who looked down on me before now need to look up to them. Who can make my life good?
"Except for Fury, the three people tomorrow are all masters of swordsmanship. The swords in their hands are also among the best in the Southern Sect and even in the desolate world."
"You really can't do it without a handy sword."
Fatty Wang said as he handed his sword to Ye Fan.
"This sword is called the Three Holy Swords. Although it is not as powerful as the Open Sky Sword, it is still a good treasure. You can just use it, but don't dislike it."
Fatty Wang scratched his head in embarrassment. This was the only help he could provide to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled slightly and took the Three Holy Swords in his hand.
"Thank you very much, elder. How could I dislike you? Don't worry, I will definitely use this sword to show off your prestige tomorrow."
How could Ye Fan not know what Fatty Wang was thinking?
Can’t the cultivation resources for so many days and the Three Holy Swords in front of me explain everything?
However, I really don't want to consider becoming a master. This is not against Fatty Wang, but if I want to become my master, my strength must at least surpass myself.
Fatty Wang sat there for a long time, and finally revealed the purpose of his trip.
"That Ye Fan, you don't know something. After this disciple competition is over, all of you new disciples will be selected by the elders. You see..."
Fatty Wang stammered and really didn't know how to speak.