Zhao Boxiong walked up slowly, gritted his teeth, and said a word slowly.

"Holy Son, I admit defeat!"

"You admit defeat!"

Lin Fan pointed at Zhao Boxiong, this guy is Zhao Yu's brother, Lin Fan had saved this man in the last demon blood incident.

Zhao Boxiong looked at Lin Fan weakly, Lin Fan was not a holy son, but these disciples really recognized Lin Fan.

"Don't embarrass me, I really admit defeat."

"Zhao Boxiong, act quickly."

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and gave up one by one. How could he bet on the Immortal Stone?
"I surrender!"

Zhao Boxiong jumped directly from the sword platform, causing an uproar all around.

Gu Tongming was also dumbfounded, he was too easy as Zhuanger, and the battle was over before everyone bet on the spirit stone.

Lao Gu blinked his eyes at Lin Fan, quite innocently.

"Lin Fan, win!"

The elder also shouted, Lin Fan didn't seem to be happy at all, and turned his head to stare down.

"Cong Shuangyu!"

This time, it was still a disciple of Tengxiang Palace. This disciple glanced at Lin Fan and smiled.

"Familiar too!" Lin Fan looked up at the sky.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

Cong Shuangyu was also a disciple of Sitong Realm, and she took the initiative to bow to Lin Fan.

"Senior Brother Cong, I'm sorry."

Lin Fan seized the opportunity, and a ray of sword energy went towards Cong Shuangyu.

"what!"

Before the sword energy reached Cong Shuangyu, Cong Shuangyu flew out.Lin Fan's fingers stayed halfway, and then froze.

"What's the situation?"

Lin Fan stared at Cong Shuangyu. Cong Shuangyu was already standing outside the stage, panting heavily, her face was flushed, as if her blood was boiling.

"Holy Son, your skills are profound!"

"I lost, alas!"

Cong Shuangyu sighed, as if disappointed.

"Lin Fan, win!" the elder said hastily.

"you!"

Lin Fan's body was trembling, this was on purpose, Cong Shuangyu made such a scene in order to admit defeat.

Gu Tongming secretly gave Cong Shuangyu a thumbs up, he was still a reliable junior.

"Who will bet on the next match?"

It's a pity that no one is in custody anymore, and no one is stupid. These people looked at Lin Fan and knew who was going up, so they probably all surrendered.

"This is a pit!"

"Lin Fan, Gu Tongming and others are in the same group, and they want to deceive us about Lingshi."

"Is it too much? I sympathize with the Holy Son."

"Looking at it now, it's worthy of the outsiders saying that Lin Fan doesn't shake Bilian."

"Be quiet!"

These disciples were discussing in secret, and some wanted to play, but they were despised by everyone: "You should know the strength of the Holy Son, right?"

"The battle of Youlong Palace, the battle of Baili Clan, and the battle of Xianmiao Palace, normal Sitong Realm, fight against Lin Fan?"

"What do you think?"

Lin Fan stood on the stage, a little confused.

Following the elder's arrangement, disciples came up one after another, and then voluntarily surrendered.

"This battle, how much water?"

"Is it too easy for me?"

Lin Fan looked up occasionally and looked at the rankings on the list, which gradually entered the top forty.As long as he enters the top [-], Lin Fan can do some things.

"Tong Minghuo, admit defeat!"

Lin Fan's ranking climbed up again, this time, Lu Wushuang secretly laughed in the distance.

On the sword platform, other disciples looked at this side, and they also admired Lin Fan.

"Master Ji, you are very lucky as an apprentice."

Meng Fan couldn't hold it back anymore, all the disciples of the Tengxiang Hall surrendered, which made Meng Fan full of anger.

"Lucky?" Ji Qizun squinted at Meng Fan.

"How do I feel, someone is going to cheat my apprentice?"

"Who dares to cheat your apprentice, you apprentice, it's good if you don't cheat others."

"I came late, but this ranking is a little bit interesting."

The hall master was talking, and the elders next to him were all holding back their laughter.

Dongfang Zixiao had a gloomy face, looking at the battle platform in the distance, and her daughter had also participated in the big competition.Dongfang Ling had already defeated a disciple and was walking down coldly.

"Oh, out of sight, out of mind."

Dongfang Zixiao slowly closed his eyes, and at this moment, there was an exclamation from the battle platform in the distance.

"Yuan Yongzun!"

No one expected that Yuan Yongzun, a disciple of Caiyun Palace, would face Lin Fan.

Lin Fan still looked up at the sky, as if he didn't hear it.

"It's boring, it's really boring, let's get someone who can fight, okay?"

"This is too much for me!"

Lin Fan muttered, completely not seeing that Yuan Yongzun had come to the sword platform.

"Admit defeat, I'm used to it."

Lin Fan waved his hand towards Yuan Yongzun, he really didn't look at Yuan Yongzun.

"Lin Fan, what are you talking about?"

Yuan Yongzun snorted coldly, and the sword energy soared instantly.On the entire sword stage, the sword wind was like rain, and a wave of spiritual power completely enveloped Lin Fan.

"Yuan Yongzun?"

Lin Fan showed an excited look, as if seeing a friend for many years.

"Finally someone is here."

"Yuan Yongzun, use your sword, haha."

Yuan Yongzun was stunned. He thought that Lingwei could deter Lin Fan, but Lin Fan was extremely excited, which made Yuan Yongzun full of anger and couldn't express it.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

"Or, I'll give you a hand!"

Lin Fan was extremely excited to fight Yuan Yongzun.

"Lin Fan, you are going too far, what are you?"

"You are not even in the Four-way Realm, so what can you be proud of. I am not another disciple. I want you to understand what the gap is."

"Boom!"

Yuan Yongzun was completely angry, sword qi bloomed between his brows, and swords roared in his robe.During this sword cry, the more powerful sword power turned into a sharp sword, cutting into Lin Fan's surroundings.

"Boom!"

The sharp sword fell around, blocking the sword stage.

Lin Fan could only face Yuan Yongzun, unleash his berserk sword power again.

"Give me a sigh!"

Yuan Yongzun wanted to make Lin Fan kneel down, relying on his powerful cultivation in the Sitong Realm.

Lin Fan was still smiling, looking at the mighty swords around him, Lin Fan slowly lowered his left hand.

"Let me give you a hand!"

"Wow!"

All the disciples in the audience were shocked.

How could Lin Fan be so careless, Yuan Yongzun always wanted to fight Lin Fan.Finally seized the opportunity, Yuan Yongzun will definitely make a move with all his strength.

The surrounding sword power was shrinking, and it was about to suppress Lin Fan, and Lin Fan gave up a hand?

"Lin Fan!"

Yuan Yongzun let out a roar, and the might of the sword turned into a lotus flower, fully blooming.

In the midst of this sword power, Lin Fan slowly stretched out his right hand and patted it lightly.

With a casual slap, the violent sword power froze instantly as if encountering waves.After freezing, Lin Fan pressed it again, the special movement made it impossible to see clearly.

Lin Fan's right hand did not press once, but six times.

With such an action, Jianwei instantly collapsed.

The aura around him also burst into pieces.

Lin Fan stretched out a hand and hooked his fingers towards Yuan Yongzun.

"let's start!"

The surroundings gradually quieted down, everyone looked at Lin Fan, and he suppressed Yuan Yongzun's sword power with one hand.

"This battle is worth seeing!"

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