In the evening, Han Fen and Baozi returned to their room after eating and drinking, and there was a knock on the door at the right time.

Han Fen stood up and opened the door, it was Yun Zhongqing.

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

"Why did you wake me up? It seems that I was seriously injured and passed out." Han Fan rolled his eyes and motioned for Yun Zhongqing to come in.

"I won't go in. I still have to prepare for tomorrow's assessment. Will you participate tomorrow?" Yun Zhongqing said his purpose.

"No, but I will go with you tomorrow to cheer you up." Han Fan raised his fist, his expression in place.

Yun Zhongqing smiled, turned around and left.

Some people need to muster the courage to face a goal that they think is impossible to defeat. Even if they fail, they still grow.

And some people need to take a step back in time to prevent themselves from walking onto the single-plank bridge and missing the Yangguan Avenue next to it.

Han Fen is exactly 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 mantra method is equivalent to the method of birth, and it is the absolute top priority. You must practice condensing the mantra in various situations every day. For example, if one of your arms is injured, you can condense the mantra with your backhand, or use both hands to condense the mantra.

How to condense the mantra when both arms are injured.

Second, Zi Huan’s practice must be put on the agenda. The last trip to Little World was no small matter. This Zi Huan helped me many times, and the benefits it brought were also very considerable, so I spent at least two hours every day.

Time to practice Zihuan.

Thirdly, the body technique Jiuxingtianxia that I have always relied on must be trained a lot every day. Even if I can't get to the next level, I still have to be familiar with it.

After setting the goal, Han Fen began to practice. Baozi continued to snore unscrupulously, and the night passed.

Early the next morning, the three of them went to Wenjian Square together. Baozi was forcibly pulled up by Han Feng. He had a dark face along the way. Han Feng didn't feel anything. Yun Zhongqing was so nervous that he didn't dare to take a big breath all the way.

The only one who treated a big boss like this and got away with it unscathed was Han Fan.

Yun Zhongqing didn't look very good after drawing the lot. Han Fan thought he had picked a powerful player and couldn't help but ask:

"Who was drawn?"

"A monk I have never heard of should have average strength. After all, I have an impression of all the rookies with excellent talents." Yun Zhongqing said in a deep voice.

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

"Of course, if you don't compete with the masters, how can you make progress?" Yun Zhongqing said matter-of-factly.

"Uh..." Han Fan suddenly realized that they were really a group of arrogant militants.

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

"He suddenly left in a panic that day. He must have been delayed due to something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to say hello to you." Yun Zhongqing explained.

"I see, he missed the competition for the swordsman rankings?" Han Fan felt a little regretful. Although he didn't know how strong the young sword cultivators in Beizhou were, but with Song Ziming's display of prowess, Han Fan felt that he could at least do it.

Let’s get one of the top five in the Xuan Rank Ranking.

"No. 1602 Baishan, please come forward and draw lots." said the old man in charge of drawing lots.

No one answered below. Everyone, look at me and I look at you.

"No. 1602 Baishan, please come up and draw lots." The person in charge repeated in a raised voice.

Still no response.

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

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

This manager was the one who was responsible for testing the monks participating in the Yellow List. Han Fan danced a four-way sword technique at that time, so the manager was deeply impressed by him. Therefore, he recognized Han Fan at a glance.

Don’t doubt the memory of a Six Realm monk!

"Bai Shan, it's time for you to draw lots." The person in charge's voice was filled with a little anger. This kid, standing in front of him, pretended not to hear.

The monks below stopped talking. They could all see that the person in charge was a little angry. This kind of thing had never happened before.

Because during the battle for the Swordsman Ranking, contestants are not allowed to fight privately inside or outside Sword City. Once discovered, you will be severely punished, regardless of whether you are a sect genius or a noble man.

Because of this rule, no monk has ever given up his qualifications in previous swordsman ranking competitions.

All the sword cultivators in Beizhou are talented. They would rather be kicked out of the job than give up on their own initiative. Someone once said that there are no cowards in Beizhou, but there are many people who are not afraid of death.

The third time the sound sounded, Han Fen finally noticed that something was wrong. He raised his head and looked at the person in charge, who stared at him with an unkind look.

Han Fen was startled, and then he remembered that Bai Shan was the one he registered under a false name.

Han Fen trotted to the person in charge, bowed and apologized.

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

"Huh, let's go and draw lots." The person in charge snorted coldly. Seeing that Han Fen had a good attitude, as a senior, he certainly wouldn't care about it.

"That...I decided to give up." Han Fen's voice was not loud, but because the whole place was quiet, it spread to the ears of all participating monks in an instant.

"What?" the person in charge blurted out. This was the first time this happened since the establishment of the Swordsman Ranking Competition. Not only the person in charge, but also everyone was confused.

"Say it again!" The person in charge was furious. What he looked down upon the most was those who ran away from battle. They either suffered a glorious defeat or a glorious victory. There was no such thing as escaping.

Just as Han Fen was about to explain, the crowd suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, followed by screams of excitement and despair.

Han Fen looked at the contestants behind him, followed their gazes, and saw a woman as bright as the moonlight walking slowly, but her body exuded a soft light, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

In this way, everyone including Han Fan was stunned in place.

One step behind the woman followed a man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

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

The man nodded.

"Everyone has more or less heard about the underworld passage a few days ago. Due to the turmoil, some great masters who were originally living in seclusion have also appeared one after another. Today, I am fortunate to invite Fairy Bai to watch this battle for the swordsman list.

, I hope everyone will work hard and give Beizhou a voice!" The legendary city lord spoke loudly, and his voice reached the ears of every monk in Wenjian Square.

"It's actually Fairy Bai, oh my God!" The monk below was shocked.

The crowd suddenly fell into shock. Compared with the White Fairy, their city lord was really nothing.

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

Fairy Bai, isn't that the one he met by chance in the bamboo forest? Thinking of this, Han Fan's deer started to bump into each other disobediently.

Fairy Bai should still remember me! Han Fan thought.

"Okay, let's continue with the drawing." The person in charge reacted first and reminded everyone.

The voice of the person in charge brought Han Fan back to his senses. He then remembered that he still owed someone an explanation, so he quickly calmed down and said, "Senior, don't get me wrong. The reason why I gave up drawing lots is because I am actually a Confucian."

I am a monk who just likes to practice swordsmanship, but you also know that it is impossible for a Confucian monk to continue on the path of swordsmanship, so I chose to give up."

"Huh? Are you a Confucian monk?" The person in charge was a little confused. He turned to look at the city lord who was standing quietly on the main ring. This was also the first time he encountered this situation. It was really strange today. Strange things happened one after another.

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"Since he is a Confucian monk, why was he selected?" The city lord said calmly. What everyone didn't know was that the woman next to the city lord looked at Han Fan with brilliant eyes.

"Because he has mastered the Four Directions Sword Technique and created his own sword moves." The person in charge answered truthfully.

The monks below let out a sigh of relief. Everyone in Beizhou knows the Four Directions Sword Technique. Its difficulty is equally worrying even for those talented young people.

Upon hearing that Han Fan had not only mastered the four-way sword technique, but also created his own sword moves, the monks who had despised Han Fan because he proposed to give up also changed their views.

"It's really strange that there is such a thing." The city lord also sighed.

In the crowd, close to the ring, the square-faced boy’s eyes shone:

"Master Ouyang, that kid is the kid I fixed up that day. He is extremely powerful. He talks one thing after another, and it seems to be true. It seems that he didn't listen at all if I told him. Why don't you let me kill him?

His energy, it just so happens that the city lord and Fairy Bai are both here, so he can leave an impression." The young man known as Master Ouyang thought for a moment and nodded.

Seeing that Master Ouyang agreed, the square-faced boy hurriedly rushed to the yellow stage. Because his desire to express himself was so strong, he didn't even notice the playfulness in the boy's eyes.

"Baishan, right? He pretends to be quite similar. He said that he was a Confucian monk. That day..." At this point, the square-faced boy quickly changed his words: "I have also learned your swordsmanship, and I actually said that I am a Confucian monk."

, really think we are so easy to deceive, since

After passing the audition, you actually gave up the competition. What kind of man do you think you are? If you have the guts, come and compete with me on stage." It is a well-known fact that criticism is not allowed during the swordsman ranking competition. If the person in charge finds out, the square-faced boy

Your qualification to participate will be immediately invalidated.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted standing up. If Han Fan told what happened that day, how should he deal with it?

The person in charge looked at the reaction of the city lord and saw that he had no intention of expressing an opinion. Knowing that this was acquiescing to the square-faced boy's approach, he asked:

"Seeing is believing, Bai Shan, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

"Okay." Han Fan was not stupid. Seeing the city lord's silence, he knew that the matter was finalized, so he stepped onto the ring in a few steps.

"You used to be my loser, and you still are now." Seeing that Han Fen didn't tell what happened that day, the square-faced boy became arrogant again.

"Please give me some advice." Han Fan performed Confucian etiquette in a decent manner and said slowly.
To be continued...