The competition in Zhulu Academy came to an end. On this day, Han Fen followed Sima Yan and Yanhua to the ring as usual. Just when Han Fan was about to run away like he did the previous days, Sima Yan was already prepared to grab him.

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"It should be over today." Sima Yan said.

"Look, this won't end until at least the evening. It's still morning now, so I'll definitely be there in the afternoon, okay?" Han Fen's voice was soft and soft, not ashamed to be cute.

Sima Yan couldn't resist the man coming here, so he had to obey him.

When Yanhua saw Han Fen leaving without any surprise again, a trace of undetectable disappointment flashed in her eyes.

In the afternoon, Han Fan returned as scheduled. Just now, all the impurities in his Dantian had been refined. Han Fan felt that his whole body was transparent and the red-gold energy was flowing freely.

The injury in Dantian is getting better day by day, probably because the impurities are being refined, and the injury is healing much faster. At this level, it will be fully recovered in less than a month.

When Han Fen came, it happened to be the last competition. The two Confucian disciples were going back and forth, their spells and moves were constantly changing, and the sound was huge. But in Han Fen's eyes, it was like a child crying, and the thunder was loud and the rain was small.

Wang Chuanzhi noticed Han Fan from the first day of competition in the academy. After Wang Chuanzhi entered Zhulu Academy, he regarded Sima Yan as his idol and the target of his pursuit.

When he saw the close relationship between Han Fan and Sima Yan, he began to pay close attention to this mysterious man covered in black cloth.

Today was the last game. Wang Chuanzhi faced off against Huang Zhan, who was more talented than him. After Wang Chuanzhi had a few moves with the opponent, he knew that he was no match, but he was so eager to get first place and get Sima Yan's guidance.

"Look at that kid, he only has so much ability, and he can't even use it seven points. He learned a lot, but he can't use it much. Young people nowadays are like this." Han Fan was bored, so he started looking for Sima Yan.

Something to say.

"Indeed, we were not like them now." Sima Yan agreed deeply.

"We could have won, but now we have to defend hard. It will be over in five minutes." After Han Fan said this, he turned his attention away from the ring and observed the disciples present.

Han Fen did not lower his voice deliberately, Wang Chuanzhi, Huang Zhan and the surrounding monks all listened.

"How is it possible? We all have seen how good Huang Zhan's talent is. Although Wang Chuanzhi works several times harder than others, his talent is limited after all. How can he compare to Huang Zhan?" Some monks began to discuss.

After hearing this, the monks in the audience felt that Han Fan said that Wang Chuanzhi could have won. Although they didn't believe it, they were not that moved. After all, the person on the stage was not him.

But Wang Chuanzhi and Huang Zhan had completely different reactions when they heard this. Wang Chuanzhi only felt that this mysterious man who had a good relationship with his idol overestimated himself, while Huang Zhan was an arrogant person, and he did not feel that the first

It can be compared with the second one because of similar ranking.

Wang Chuanzhi is just a little stronger than those people, but compared with him, there is no comparison at all.

After hearing what Han Fan said, he immediately stopped his offensive. When Wang Chuanzhi saw that Huang Zhan was no longer attacking, he also stopped.

Huang Zhan turned around and saw Han Fan. Everyone followed his movements, so everyone looked at Han Fan.

Han Fen looked at the disciples, then at the two people in the stands, and then at Sima Yan. Sima Yan was also looking at him, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"Ahem, let's continue the competition. Why did you stop?" Han Fan felt a little embarrassed and asked.

"I would like to know what you mean by what you just said." Huang Zhan bowed casually to Han Feng and asked, feeling very unhappy.

"That's... literally." Seeing his serious look, Han Fan knew that the other party was serious. Although he didn't want to hit him, he didn't want to lie to him either.

"According to your wishes, Wang Chuanzhi's strength is actually superior to mine, but he hasn't shown it yet, has he?"

Han Fen heard his questioning tone and was a little unhappy with this little kid's arrogance, but he didn't want to care about it. "That's it." He responded.

"I know that your strength is quite good, but I feel that your assertion is a bit reckless. I wonder if you can prove it to me." Although Huang Zhan was not disrespectful in his words, the subtlety of his tone and attitude gave this sentence a new meaning.

artistic conception.

"It can't be proven. Didn't I say that he can't last five minutes?" Even if Han Fan gave him some advice now, Wang Chuanzhi would not be able to get a significant improvement in a short period of time, so Han Fan told the truth.

Huang Zhan originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the vice-dean's stern face, he turned around with a start.

"Junior brother Wang Chuanzhi, I want to continue."

The two bowed to each other and the battle continued.

The result was just as Han Fan said. In less than five minutes, Wang Chuanzhi was defeated.

The vice-president then smiled. Although it would be difficult to produce another disciple with the same talent as Han Fan after this, it would take hundreds of years to produce one, so he couldn't force it.

Huang Zhan has a purple Confucian talent, second only to Han Fen. After cultivating for a while, he can be sent directly to the Central Continent Chief Teacher for further training. Although Wang Chuanzhi is a little worse, he is still not bad because he works hard enough.

As for what Han Fen said, the vice president didn't think there was anything wrong. It was the fact. However, Huang Zhan was arrogant and it was inevitable that he would be unconvinced after hearing these words.

The first place was decided, and the next step was Sima Yan’s personal guidance.

Huang Zhan was very worried about what happened just now. Originally, this victory could not bring him much sense of accomplishment due to the gap in strength. After being treated like this by Han Fan, not only was he not in a good mood, but he was also full of irritation.

"Vice Dean." Huang Zhan's pride kept getting at him, and he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Well, what's wrong?" The deputy dean said in a gentle tone.

Seeing that the vice president was in a good mood, Huang Zhan could no longer hold himself back.

"Disciple, I have an unkind request. I hope that the person who will give me advice next can be a good friend of Senior Brother Sima?"

Han Fan originally thought that the matter was over, but he didn't expect that this young man would hold on to him.

The deputy dean didn't expect Huang Zhan to say this. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Han Fan.

"I can do it." Han Fen shrugged and glanced at Sima Yan next to him.

"It's up to me."

Seeing that things were going so smoothly, Huang Zhan hurriedly saluted Han Fan casually, "Please give me your advice."

Han Fen nodded.

Huang Zhan held back his patience and rushed forward immediately after seeing Han Fen's response.

Han Fan originally wanted to use some magic to teach him a lesson, but suddenly he thought that he didn't seem to have learned much magic. The fat man would definitely not be able to use the sword. Once the "attack" mantra was used, his red-gold energy would not be easy to explain.

, the four-way sword technique can be used, but it seems inappropriate to use the sword in a Confucian academy competition.

Seeing that Huang Zhan had already rushed forward, Han Fan hadn't figured out what technique to use, so he had to activate the Nine Elements of the World.

When Huang Zhan saw that Han Fen had no reaction, he raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

But just as his offensive approached Han Fan, Huang Zhan felt his eyes blurred for a moment, and then Han Fan's figure completely disappeared from his sight.

Huang Zhan's expression changed, and a chill ran down his back. He hurriedly activated a defensive technique and turned around suddenly.

Seeing Han Fen looking at him quietly from where he was at first, Huang Zhan's ears felt hot and he felt like he was being tricked.

He held back his anger and said, "What do you mean, are you treating me like a fool? How can I ask for advice?"

"I didn't mean to do this. My technique is too powerful, so I was afraid I might accidentally kill you." Han Fan explained.

"You haven't tried it yet, but you are so confident?" Huang Zhan was filled with anger and had lost his mind.

"Forget it." Han Fan thought that the impurities in his Dantian had been refined, and now that the competition was coming to an end, it was time to leave anyway, so there was no harm in exposing the red-gold energy.

Han Fen raised his hand, and a surge of momentum suddenly dispersed, followed by a red and gold word "Gong" quietly condensed.

When Huang Zhan saw the "attack" mantra in Han Fen's hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the previous anger disappeared. He calmed down in an instant, and with the surge of spiritual energy, he gathered his strongest defense means.

"Oh my God! Is that the way to speak mantra?" The audience exclaimed.

For these disciples in Beizhou, the Dharma of Mantra is their lifelong pursuit.

"Why does his writing power have two colors?" Some disciples asked in confusion.

Han Fen's control of the red-gold energy has not yet reached the level of ease, but he has tried his best to make this mantra of "attack" weaker and weaker.

"Be careful." Han Fan reminded him, and then said the mantra of "attack".

Seeing the "attack" mantra flying slowly, Huang Zhan's original awe for the mantra method was reduced. The mantra method is indeed powerful, but who has to use it? Han Fan's "attack" mantra has no momentum at all.

, and the color is also so weird, it’s probably due to wrong cultivation.

However, he has never thought about what kind of people the mantra method corresponds to. How can those who are qualified to practice the mantra method be ordinary geniuses?

When the "attack" mantra easily penetrated Huang Zhan's condensed defensive spells, he was just surprised, then took a few steps back and concentrated his defensive spells again.

Fortunately, the "attack" mantra was very slow, giving him enough time to prepare. Not only that, he also took the time to say something.

"It turns out to be senior brother, but it seems that you have practiced this mantra method wrongly."

Han Fen just smiled. Strictly speaking, he did practice wrongly. However, if he practiced wrongly, his power would be even greater.

When the "attack" mantra easily penetrated Huang Zhan's defensive skills again, his expression began to twitch.

It's just that he just uttered arrogant words. Because of what he said, Huang Zhan could obviously choose to avoid it, but he took a few steps back again and concentrated his defensive skills again.

Huang Zhan has almost retreated to the edge of the ring. If he can't defend himself this time, he will have no choice but to jump off the ring or resist forcefully.

Huang Zhan doesn't believe in evil either. This "attack" mantra has already broken down two defensive spells. Logically speaking, it should be almost consumed.

He gritted his teeth and decided to resist.

When the word "attack" mantra penetrated the defensive technique for the third time, Huang Zhan began to panic. He used his legs to get ready to jump off the ring and admit defeat, but Huang Zhan suddenly saw that the red and gold word "attack" became illusory.

Young Master. It seemed that his guess was indeed correct. This temporary discovery made Huang Zhan look happy and changed his mind about retreating.

The vice-dean was not worried at all. After all, Han Fen's attack was deliberately launched so slowly that even if he could not withstand it, he could still dodge it, so he was not very careful.

When the vice president noticed Huang Zhan making a move to jump off the ring, he thought that the competition was about to end, but then Huang Zhan stood there blankly, temporarily condensing a low-level Huang-level defensive spell.

The vice president hesitated for a moment. He did not expect that Huang Zhan would choose to resist forcefully. In this moment of hesitation, he had already missed the opportunity to make a rescue.

The mantra of "Gong" is embedded in Huang Zhan's body...

The surrounding suddenly became quiet, and everyone subconsciously held their breath. They all saw the mantra of "Gong" entering Huang Zhan's body. Everyone stared at Huang Zhan motionless, waiting for his reaction.

Huang Zhan's expression suddenly became ferocious, and then blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The vice-dean suddenly came to Huang Zhan's side and hurriedly injected spiritual energy to check the injury.

But what he sensed was the damaged internal organs that had been corroded...
Chapter completed!