"Please." Han Fan raised his hand and said.

"It's better for you to take action first. I'm afraid you won't have much chance after I take action." Wang Yi said loudly, exuding strong confidence.

It's no wonder that Wang Yi is confident, he has already understood a hint of the meaning of the tide. As long as he is given a few years, it will be no problem to touch the corners of the tide.

"Okay." Han Fan drew his sword and rushed forward. Wang Yi found that Han Fan's figure seemed a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The king used his hands to form sword fingers, and controlled the spiritual energy to turn into sword energy and swung it out.

There was a discussion among the people watching the battle. It was not impossible to attack the enemy with spiritual energy, but before the fifth realm, except for Confucianism, this method was generally not used against the enemy.

Because the control of spiritual energy before the fifth realm was still in the state of an eagle learning to fly, this method would only be used when the realm is crushed.

This kind of behavior by the king is an insult.

Han Fen narrowed his eyes, and the cold light chopped up the incoming sword energy, and then he slashed horizontally, targeting Wang Yi's left waist.

Wang Yi finally drew his sword and turned the tip of the sword down with his backhand, intending to stop Han Fan from cutting in the waist. Little did he know that Han Fan had already activated the triple shadow when he first rushed forward, but the triple win was completely integrated with Han Fan, and his movements and footsteps

Consistent.

At this moment, Han Fen suddenly drew his sword and changed his attack, while the double image that had been slashed in the waist continued to move. Another double image jumped up and slashed vertically towards Sima Yan's Tianling Cap. Han Fen's real body attacked Wang Yi's chest.

, after all, it’s just a discussion, Han Fen can’t rub someone’s neck with his face.

Sima Yan was confused by the three Han Fen in front of him, and in a panic, he didn't know which one to guard against.

Hanmang's blade cut through Wang Yi's clothes, leaving a twenty centimeter long wound on his chest, and blood quickly overflowed.

Han Fen was so powerful that he couldn't swing his sword away because he was too close. After crossing his chest, he used his left hand to hold the cold light and drove a fierce knee into Wang Yi's stomach. Wang Yi bowed in severe pain.

His body temporarily lost the ability to resist. Han raised his right elbow, waist, back and arms at the same time. One elbow hit Wang Yi's shoulder near his neck.

A strong sharp pain hit him along with dizziness, and Wang Yi fell to the ground.

Han Fen's actions actually have no end. At this time, while the enemy is still dazed, it is the best time to strike with a fatal blow. However, this is a sparring match, not a life and death scene on the border.

To put it bluntly, the reason why Wang Yi was beaten to the ground so quickly was mostly because of Wang Yi's underestimation of the enemy and Han Fan's surprise.

If Wang Yi had taken it seriously from the beginning, Han Fan would have basically surrendered.

On the premise of not using the power of words to fight against a three-level mid-level sword cultivator who is waiting for him, the success rate is almost zero.

The audience fell into silence for a while. From Han Fen rushing up to Wang Yi falling down, this series of actions actually took less than five seconds. In other words, as soon as the game started, it seemed that it was about to end.

This situation was something no one expected.

"What is Han Fan's path?" After a long time, someone asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be the close combat style of Buddhist physical training." The person next to him answered uncertainly.

"Ahem..." Wang Yi coughed and stood up slowly. The blood on his chest had soaked most of his shirt. The right shoulder that Han Fen had just elbowed made it impossible for his entire right arm to use any strength.

Wang Yi's eyes were full of blood, like a resentful ghost crawling out of hell, staring at Han Fan.

Han Fen didn't understand the situation. Doesn't this count as a victory? If he had known it, he would have made up for it a few times earlier. Sure enough, he was still too kind.

"Die to me." Sima Yan shouted violently, and rushed forward with a sword in his left hand somewhat unfamiliarly, the sword body condensed with rich spiritual energy.

Han Fen blocked with his sword, but because he could not use the power of words, he was sent flying and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

"You win." Han Fen covered his chest with one hand and wiped the blood on his face with the other.

Wang Yi stood there blankly, with the corners of his mouth twitching subconsciously. Apparently he had not yet realized the situation. After venting his anger, the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated.

"Han Fan, are you sure you want to surrender?" The elder had a strange expression.

"My strength is limited, so I admit defeat." Han Fen was still performing his performance. After he finished speaking, he coughed and seemed to be seriously injured.

The elder's expression became serious, an aura emerged from his body, and the crowd became quiet. The smarter people realized that something was wrong.

"Elder Chen, wait a minute!" Wang Yi shouted loudly.

Elder Chen calmed down his outward momentum and looked at Wang Yi, with expectation in his eyes.

"Elder, Han Fen actually defeated me at the beginning. Although it was because of my carelessness, he beat me temporarily without using the power of words to lose my fighting ability. I was convinced of the defeat. The subsequent sword strike,

Although I don’t know why he didn’t guard against it, the sword doesn’t count.” Wang Yi explained.

There was an uproar in the audience, and people started talking.

Wang Yi heard the discussion in the audience, and then spoke again: "Although I, Wang Yi, am arrogant and do not take others seriously, I am a qualified swordsman. If I lose, I lose. I admit that I

You can’t afford to lose.”

Every word struck the hearts of the audience like a sledgehammer, and Han Fen looked at Wang Yi with a hint of sincerity and admiration.

The elder smiled with relief, went up to the stage, patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, and said loudly: "Han Fen will win this battle."

The crowd watching the match broke out into a burst of applause. No one expected that it would end like this.

After the competition, the vice-dean also explained the reason to the elders, claiming that Han Fan could not use the power of words because he practiced a certain technique.

The elder suddenly realized, "Let me just say, Han Fan doesn't look like a arrogant and arrogant person like Wang Yi."

Wang Yi was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to practice hard. He also truly understood the meaning of the saying "There are people outside the world."

"Very good. Mr. Han's vision is indeed not bad." Among the crowd, Mr. Sun, who was responsible for guarding the Shufa Pavilion of Zhulu Academy, secretly praised him, and then he nimbly moved out of the crowd and left.

At the beginning, Han Jun asked Han Fan to take the token to find a man named Sun Zheng, and it was this Mr. Sun.

Mr. Sun was originally the Supreme Elder of Zhulu Academy, but later he resigned from his position as Supreme Elder due to some matters and went to work as a janitor in Shufa Pavilion. He enjoyed a leisurely life and gradually faded out of people's sight.

Han Jun didn't pay much attention to the news about Dongzhou, thinking that Mr. Sun was still the Supreme Elder of Zhulu Academy, but there was nothing wrong with him, and Han Fen was still being trained intensively.

When Han Fen entered the city with the token, Mr. Sun was in seclusion. After he came out, he noticed the aura of the token and learned that Han Fen had been valued and trained by the academy, so he did not interfere anymore.

If Mr. Sun hadn't gone into seclusion at that time, maybe Han Fan would have had a master.

As the saying goes, things are unpredictable, and that's exactly what happens.

The fact that Han Fen did not use the power of words to defeat Wang Yi quickly spread and became a popular topic of conversation after dinner.

Now everyone in the cultivation world in Chang'an City knows that the genius who was newly promoted to the cultivation world back then has now become extremely powerful.

Not only the spiritual community, but also the streets and alleys of the people have heard about Han Fan's deeds.

There is only a light curtain between the spiritual world and the people. Monks often come to the people, and some words are heard by the people, and they exaggerate them and tell others.

After bidding farewell to the vice president, Han Fen left Chang'an City directly.

After leaving the city, an old man blocked his way.

"Mr. Sun, why are you here?" Han Fan asked, looking at the old man in front of him. He was the old man in charge of guarding the Shufa Pavilion in the academy.

"Just take this body skill and practice it to a small level as soon as possible. As long as you don't encounter any monks in the fifth realm, there will be no danger." Mr. Sun waved his sleeves and flew out a book.

"Why?" Han Fan was puzzled.

"Do you remember that Han Jun asked you to go to Zhulu Academy to find a person named Sun Zheng." Mr. Sun said with a smile.

"Ah! Could it be that you are..." Han Fan looked surprised.

Han Fen only said this to the vice-dean once. After asking about it at the time, he was curious that neither the vice-dean nor the dean had the surname Sun. It was just that when he arrived at the academy, he was focused on training, so Han Fen did not delve into the matter further.

.

"Okay, let's go and have a go." Mr. Sun waved his hand.

Han Fen meticulously bowed and thanked Mr. Sun and left.

"Come out." Mr. Sun said lightly, his voice mixed with strong spiritual energy. Several masked monks were shaken out and vomited blood.

"Quickly retreat, what are you doing standing still?" the leader shouted loudly.

"You're here, just stay." Mr. Sun shouted, and several men in black breathed their last.
Chapter completed!