"The sword fight will begin tomorrow, but Senior Brother Jian Fenghan hasn't come back yet. He won't be delayed by something and won't be able to come back in time, right?"
"Probably not. Senior Brother Jianfenghan has been preparing for this sword fight for a long time. It is impossible to miss it easily."
"The man from Dao Pavilion who went out with Senior Brother Jian Fenghan also didn't come back, but I think both of them will arrive in time."
"..."
The tenth day of the competition has ended, and all the pavilion masters and elders have left. Only the master and disciples are left in Wanrenfeng, and they have begun to leave in an orderly manner.
Many people started talking quietly.
It's time for the sword fight soon, but Jian Fenghan and Ximen Qing haven't come back yet, so everyone is worried.
Lin Fan couldn't help but look forward to seeing these two beings who had firmly occupied the positions of chief disciples in the Sword Pavilion and the Sword Pavilion respectively.
Suddenly, Lin Fan seemed to realize something and raised his head to look at the horizon.
I saw two streams of light, one green and one red, rushing from the horizon.
Behind it is a long trail of sound waves.
"Bang!"
A green stream of light fell on the stands.
An extremely handsome man with a slender figure, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes appeared.
He has very long hair, tied into a bunch on the back of his head, with long hair hanging down from his temples, and a sideways bang on his forehead.
Feng Shen is like jade, and his heroic appearance is unparalleled!
Coupled with the cyan long sword slung behind his back, and his otherworldly and arrogant temperament.
What a peerless swordsman with unparalleled grace!
"Jian Fenghan, I have met the master!"
The young man cupped his hands and bowed to Yang Kai, the leader of the first branch.
"Okay, okay, it'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back." Yang Kai said with a smile while stroking his beard.
Jian Fenghan straightened up, with a calm smile on his face, looked behind him, and said loudly: "Brother Ximen, you are one step behind."
"Hahaha! Let's give you a 10% lead today. See you on stage!"
A majestic voice came.
Then, the red stream of light also fell on the stands.
He is a tall and burly man with an angular face, especially his eyes, which are sunken in the sockets and as sharp as knives. Just one look can make many people fear him.
It is Ximen Qing, the chief cabinet disciple of Dao Pavilion!
After Ximen Qing landed, he cupped his fists towards Zhuo Yun, the leader of the first branch of Dao Pavilion, and said, "Ximen Qing has met Master!"
Zhuo Yun said with a smile on his face: "Yes, I came back at the right time."
The two disciples in the audience also saluted and said hello to the two of them.
It can be seen that the prestige of these two people is very high.
"Senior Brother Jianfenghan is so handsome!"
Chu Ling'er was so excited that she jumped and cheered.
Jian Fenghan seemed to have heard her words, and actually turned his head to look over, smiled and nodded.
"Junior brother, have you seen it? Senior brother Jian Fenghan smiled at me, he smiled at me!" Chu Ling'er immediately shook Lin Fan's arm and said excitedly, "Senior brother Jian Fenghan is
My idol, he will definitely shine in the sword fight this time! Of course, junior brother, you are also very powerful, you are only a little behind senior brother Jian Fenghan."
Lin Fan smiled helplessly.
At this time, Chu Ling'er didn't look like a second-level strong man. She was clearly just an ordinary star-chasing little girl.
However, Jian Fenghan is indeed worthy of Chu Ling'er.
Not only is he extremely talented and powerful, but his image is also very strong. He is definitely the perfect template for the male lead in fairy tale dramas.
"Why are you smiling at me? Senior Brother Jian Fenghan is clearly smiling at me!"
"Shut up, all of you! Senior Brother Jian Fenghan's tenderness only belongs to me!"
"Ahhh! I love this smile!"
"AWSL!"
Many female disciples screamed.
"Junior brothers and sisters, in this sword duel, I, Jian Fenghan, will definitely win glory for our sword pavilion!" Jian Fenghan raised his arms and shouted.
The crowd immediately responded.
Ximen Qing also refused to give in. He took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Sword Pavilion, we will win!"
"The Sword Pavilion must win! The Sword Pavilion must win! The Sword Pavilion must win!"
The Dao Pavilion disciples shouted in unison.
The atmosphere at the scene directly reached a climax due to the arrival of the two chief disciples.
Perhaps this is the power of spiritual leadership.
Then everyone dispersed one after another and returned to the peak.
"Junior Brother Ye, why haven't you seen Junior Brother Mo?" Jian Fenghan asked Ye Leng.
Ye Leng then told Jian Fenghan about the duel between Mo Wentian and Ao Fang, and the subsequent duel between Lin Fan and Ao Fang.
"Lin Fan?" Jian Fenghan repeated the unfamiliar name and said, "You mean, besides you and me, the three cabinet disciples who participated in the sword fight in our sword pavilion are Lin Fan?"
Ye Leng nodded and said: "Yes, senior brother."
"Since he can defeat Aofang, he must be very strong. I never expected that our Jiange would have such evil disciples emerge. What a blessing to the Jiange and a blessing to the sect!" Jian Fenghan said with emotion.
Ye sneered and said: "Yes, Junior Brother Lin Fan is indeed very good. Not only did he defeat Aofang, but before that, he also defeated Dao Ge Wu Dalang!"
"Oh? Wu Dalang was defeated by him. It seems that our Jiange's hope of winning this time is much greater." Jian Fenghan said in surprise.
"That's right! This time, our Jiange will definitely win!" Ye Leng said solemnly.
the other side.
Ximen Qing also found Wu Dalang and Hou Yuan.
The three people stood together, and the visual contrast was extremely obvious.
Ximen Qing was tall and burly, and although not particularly handsome, he had a tough appearance and was very masculine, while Wu Dalang was short in stature, only reaching Ximen Qing's chest in height, and was extremely ugly.
As for Hou Yuan, he is between Ximen Qing and Wu Dalang. He is of medium height and average appearance. His eyelids are often drooped and he looks like he is not awake. However, his sharp sword is very powerful and he is extremely famous.
"Wudalang, I didn't expect that I had only been away from the sect for a month, but you actually humiliated our Sword Pavilion in such a big way! Losing to a Sword Pavilion disciple who had just started, and whose cultivation level was only at the level of good luck, you are really,
You've got your chance." Ximen Qing looked at Wu Dalang with cold eyes and showed no mercy in his words.
The corner of Wu Dalang's mouth twitched twice, and he wanted to refute, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.
His skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say.
In the path of spiritual practice, weakness is the original sin.
"Senior Brother Ximen, it is said that Lin Fan has also comprehended the invincible heart, and his strength has improved a lot compared to that day. I'm afraid, it will be even more difficult to deal with..." Hou Yuan said with a frown.
There was deep worry between the words.
After all, according to rankings, he, who is also ranked third, will be Lin Fan's opponent.
Hou Yuan had no confidence that he could defeat Lin Fan.
Ximen Qing glanced sideways and reprimanded: "If you let other people's ambitions destroy your own prestige, give up as soon as possible to avoid being embarrassed on stage!"
Hou Yuan shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.
Ximen Qing's majesty is still quite great.
At this time, Zhuo Yun came to the three of them and informed them of something.
As soon as Zhuo Yun finished speaking, Ximen Qing stared and said loudly: "Master! I don't agree! I firmly disagree!"
"This is also the intention of the Pavilion Master." Zhuo Yun didn't talk nonsense, just said a simple sentence.
Ximen Qing was speechless for a moment.
He did not dare to violate the wishes of the Pavilion Master.
"That's it. You three, give me a good fight, do you understand?" Zhuo Yun said in a deep voice.
Wu Dalang nodded heavily and said loudly: "Understood!"
Ximen Qing and Hou Yuan both looked a little ugly, but they could only nod.