Soon Zhang Fan came in with water. After Ouyang Xianer washed briefly, Zhang Fan pulled him to sit in front of the table.

"Come and eat."

Zhang Fan said with a smile and handed Ouyang Xian'er a pair of chopsticks. Seeing that Ouyang Xian'er recovered so well, his heart was naturally filled with happiness.

"After dinner, I'll take you out for a walk."

"Yes." Ouyang Xian'er nodded happily after hearing this.

After dinner, Zhang Fan arrived as promised and walked with Ouyang Xian'er on the streets of Liuyunguo. Zhang Fan was still dressed as before, wearing a white robe and a long sword leaning on his back, with an impressive temperament.

Ouyang Xian'er dresses very naturally, but she is young and beautiful, which also attracts a lot of people's attention.

Looking at the glances from all around, Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at Ouyang Xian'er and said: "Xian'er is so beautiful, you look at so many people before looking at you."

"Master...!" Hearing Zhang Fan's joke, Ouyang Xian'er's expression showed a trace of embarrassment, lowering her head, full of trepidation.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile, and took Ouyang Xian'er for a stroll in Liuyun Kingdom. When he passed an intersection, he suddenly saw many people watching there, and pulled Ouyang Xian'er over with curiosity.

When he got there, Zhang Fan found that there were three men wearing red and black robes, punching and kicking someone. Next to them stood two women, with pride on their faces.

Standing aside and watching with cold eyes, they were also very luxuriously dressed, wearing uniform long red and pink skirts with beautiful patterns on them.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Fan's eyes fell on a man lying on the ground. The man Zhang Fan was familiar with. He was the boss from whom he bought the sword before.

"Fuck, I buy your weapons because I care about you. Why do you want to pay such a high price? Are you looking for death? Do you know who I am?" After saying this, the man pointed at the logo on his body.

"Have you ever heard of Longwu Academy? Raise the price without looking at the person!"

Seeing the man who was making rude remarks, many of the onlookers showed angry expressions, but no one rushed to stop him.

Zhang Fan frowned and walked up directly.

"What are you doing?"

As Zhang Fan's voice finished speaking, the three men stopped their movements, turned their heads, and their eyes fell on Zhang Fan.

"Who are you?" At this time, a man's eyes fell on Zhang Fan, his brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke in a cold voice.

Zhang Fan did not speak, but looked at the man with a cold look and said: "Let him go!"

"Haha." The man laughed immediately after hearing this, glanced at Zhang Fan with disdain, and said, "Boy, do you know who we are?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man puffed out his chest, as if he was showing off something.

Zhang Fan glanced at it and found that between the lines on the robe, there were two words "Longwu" written on it.

He didn't know what Longwu was, so he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know. All I know now is that you are bullying our people from Liuyun Kingdom."

"Liuyun Kingdom?" The man couldn't help but curled his lips after hearing this, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Young Master Kunimoto really doesn't care about such a young master."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and still looked at the three-rooted man with a cold expression.

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't answer, his face stiffened slightly, and then he kicked the man hard with his right foot and raised his brows, his expression full of provocation.

"Master." At this time, Ouyang Xian'er quickly walked up, gently hugged Zhang Fan's arm and said quickly: "They are from Longwu Academy."

"Longwu Academy?" Zhang Fan's eyes were full of doubts.

"Well, Longwu Academy is an academy in the neighboring country of Tianxing." Ouyang Xian'er explained.

There was a trace of curiosity in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he said again: "Is Tianxing Kingdom very powerful?"

"Yes. The overall strength is much stronger than our Liuyun Kingdom, and the Tianxing Kingdom is also larger." Ouyang Xian'er whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.

"What a beautiful little girl." The three men's eyes showed a trace of obsession, and they looked up and down Ouyang Xian'er's body.

Ouyang Xianer was startled and hid behind Zhang Fan.

"Tsk tsk."

One of the men walked up, with an evil smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Is there such a little beauty in this small place like Liuyun Country? Not bad, little girl, how about going with my brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stretched out his hand and boldly grabbed Ouyang Xian'er, without taking Zhang Fan seriously at all.

Black eyes flashed with cold light, Zhang Fan grabbed the man's arm with his right hand, looked at the man steadily and said: "If you don't want this arm to be useless, get out of here."

There was some surprise in the man's eyes. He obviously didn't expect Zhang Fan's reaction speed to be so fast, and the most important point was the strength in Zhang Fan's hands. His arm at this time seemed to be clamped by an iron pincer.

, not even moving at all.

Looking at the glances from all around, the man's face turned slightly ugly. He snorted coldly, and a burst of energy burst out from his body. His right arm shook. The moment he flicked Zhang Fan's right hand away, his right hand burst out with force again, bringing it with him.

With a look of disdain, he hit Zhang Fan directly in the chest.

Zhang Fan took a step back and kicked forward with his right foot. As the purple light flowed, Zhang Fan turned over and landed firmly on the ground. The man stepped back and stared, taking several steps back before stopping.

"Master Feng, well done." It was obvious that many of the people around him belonged to Feng Ling, and they immediately cheered.

"Liu Yu, are you okay? If not, I'll do it." Another man's voice sounded, looking at the man who was kicked back by Zhang Fan with a look of disdain in his eyes.

The man's body trembled, and he was obviously stimulated. When he looked at the young man in white robe, his expression became gloomy.

"sulfuric acid."

The man twitched a sword from behind, shouted low, and rushed towards Zhang Fan with a fierce aura.

"Play swordplay with me?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he moved forward without retreating with his bare hands, and with the purple light flowing, he arrived in front of the man.

Spreading his right hand, a spiral force appeared instantly, and purple light flashed. Before the man could react, he only felt a force pulling him over.

"Touch." Zhang Fan moved very quickly. He raised his other hand and immediately noticed the position of the man's sword hilt. His right hand hit the man's chest directly with a force.

When the man stepped back, he felt that his right hand was empty and the sword had fallen on the opponent's body.

The bright purple light, with a roaring sound, was placed directly on the man's neck. The black eyes were cold and the sword was trembling slightly. The murderous aura made the man's whole body feel as if he was in an ice cellar, and his whole body was chilled.

A look of panic appeared, and his body did not dare to make any more movements. At this moment, Zhang Fan gave him the feeling that if he moved even a little, the sword would probably stab him down without any surprise.

Everyone present was stunned at the same time, and people around him cheered at the same time.

That man's face was full of ugliness and shame. It was such an inexplicable shame that he was defeated by a young man?

"Let's start over again. I haven't used my martial spirit yet." The man trembled in his heart and blurted out. He originally had no disdain for the young man in front of him. It was precisely because of this that it led to one thing. The martial spirit has not yet been used.

Once released, it was captured by the opponent.

Zhang Fan glanced at the man indifferently, with a hint of smile on his face, and said directly: "I don't know about Longwu Academy, nor the Tianxing Empire, but if you are very strong, if someone like you comes out, I will

It’s really a pity that you can’t even beat me, a person from Liuyun Kingdom?”

Sarcastic? Who wouldn't? Zhang Fan's words are definitely more uncomfortable than being slapped naked in the face?

The other two men were stunned and their expressions were also full of gloom.

The face of the man with Zhang Fan's sword on his neck was even more flushed. He looked at Zhang Fan with a pair of cold eyes and said, "Boy, don't be so arrogant. You can start over again."

"Okay." Zhang Fan sneered, glanced at the man lightly, and left his hand on the man's neck, but at that moment, the man suddenly felt a burning pain on his face.

"Ding dong!"

The sound of the sword falling to the ground was heard. The man touched his face and looked up at Zhang Fan. His face turned even redder. Zhang Fan actually slapped him on the face with the sword?

Shame, absolute shame, the man's whole body trembled, he bent down and picked up the sword, looking at Zhang Fan with murderous intent. If he didn't kill this young man, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart!

Spreading his right hand, a ball of energy rose up, the wind chime bird, the beast soul, known for its speed!

The moment the man clenched his right hand, a ray of light flowed through the man's body, and a cold light flashed through. The murderous intent in the man's eyes deepened. He looked at Zhang Fan coldly and said, "Today I want you to die!"

Zhang Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved his hands, without any intention of showing off his martial spirit.

Provocative? Disdainful?

The man's body trembled, he gritted his teeth, roared, and rushed towards Zhang Fan's body so fast that what was left behind might just be an afterimage.

The man's actions instantly caused shouts of exclamation from all around, and he retreated far away. Perhaps the next battle was about to become more intense.

In less than a second, the man's body came directly to Zhang Fan's side, and the sword in his hand stabbed directly towards Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised. The opponent's martial spirit seemed to be based on speed! But how fast could he draw his sword? When he was practicing swordplay since he was young, he just thrust forward one move at a time.

, there is no skill at all. He has been practicing this for a whole year. He still clearly remembers that the old man will supervise him every day and ask him what he has learned every day.
Chapter completed!