Signed in for 20 years, just to kill God

Zhao Yonglong came proudly, behind him were the disciples of Youlongdian, and these people looked at Lin Fan with different eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

Lin Fan looked at these people lazily. As the Holy Son, Lin Fan also had the confidence.

"Come on, let's meet the Holy Son!"

Zhao Yonglong said so, but his body did not bend down. After everyone bowed, Zhao Yonglong made a fist with his right hand, raised two fingers of his left hand, and landed in front of him.

"Wow!"

The disciples in the Demon Slaying Palace all exclaimed.

"Free gift!"

As if Lin Fan didn't see it, he turned his head and was about to leave.

The roar of laughter spread throughout the hall, and Fang Hua almost died of laughter.

"what happened?"

Lin Fan really didn't understand. Seeing this, Ma Xiaoguang hurriedly reminded him: "Holy Son, he salutes you with the sword and wants to fight you."

"Martial arts?"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, he just got off the Potian Palace, and no one told him that this posture meant fighting.

The sword ceremony is out, and the martial arts is up!
The holy place of swords, there are many sword masters.In order to resolve disputes, they all went to the competition platform.

Zhao Yongli used the sword ceremony on Lin Fan to challenge the Son.

"Holy Son, are you afraid?"

"If you are afraid, just talk about it. According to the rules, those who admit defeat should hold the salute and hand over the sword in their hands."

The loser will hand over the sword in his hand, and the winner will get it.These swords were either refurbished or thrown into the surrounding arena.

"What did you say?"

Lin Fan really didn't understand, so he looked at Zhao Yongli again.Zhao Yongli is at the Spirit Palace Realm, so he wants to challenge him.

"My senior brother said, I want to challenge you. Don't you pretend you don't understand anything?"

"Aren't you the Holy Son? Don't you even dare to challenge?"

"Do we have such a weak Son?"

Fang Hua stepped out and challenged Lin Fan again.The people in Youlongdian never looked down on Lin Fan.In their hearts, the Holy Son should be the elder brother Gai Wuji.

"Shh!"

There was booing all around, but there were also some people who reminded in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, the Holy Son has just joined, and he was just a common man before, and it's only been a few months."

"That's right, Junior Brother, forget it."

Zhao Yonglong pursed his lips, hooked his fingers at Lin Fan again and said, "How about I don't use my cultivation, just rely on my swordsmanship?"

"In three months, the Potian Palace won't even be handed over to our Son, right?"

"Or, is the Potian Temple already trashed like this?"

"Do you need it, I will teach you on the spot, real swordsmanship."

The roar of laughter grew louder and louder.

The fact that the Holy Son was challenged has spread throughout the Demon Slaying Palace.

Ma Xiaoguang also lowered his head, it was impossible for Lin Fan to suppress his status this time.Zhao Yonglong had already held the sword ceremony, Lin Fan didn't dodge either, he had to accept it or admit defeat.

"What do you mean, you want to compare swords with me?"

"Are you that cheap?"

"Nonsense, my sword is better than yours, I am better than a sword!"

"So it is!"

Lin Fan smiled, looked at the sword behind Zhao Yonglong, nodded and said, "Okay, I accept."

"what?"

Everyone was stunned. They really didn't expect that Lin Fan would accept it.

"Holy Son, are you crazy?"

Ma Xiaoguang hurriedly reminded Lin Fan that Zhao Yonglong was a direct disciple and had a high status in Youlong Palace.In particular, Zhao Yonglong owns the Lingdong Sword, and "Spiritual 23 Swords" is a mysterious swordsmanship.

"Do you want me to admit defeat?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes, Lin Fan also understood the principle of killing chickens to scare monkeys.

"Here, or where?"

"Haha, you actually accepted the challenge. You just wait, when the time comes to the competition stage, you are useless as a holy son, you are all disciples."

"Snapped!"

As soon as Fang Hua finished his sentence, Lin Fan immediately smoked it.

Another slap was slapped on Fang Hua's face, and there was silence in the hall.

"You just talk to the Holy Son like this? Who gave you the courage?"

"Just an inner disciple, believe it or not, I'm going to the main hall now?"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows with a slack look, full of chills.

"you!"

Fang Hua was frightened again, he backed away again and again, covering his face, extremely ashamed and indignant.

"I am the Holy Son!"

Lin Fan was the proudest one, and he took out the Holy Child Order and pointed it at the people in Youlongdian.

These people lowered their heads one by one, not daring to laugh at Lin Fan openly, but secretly transmitted voices one by one.

Zhao Yonglong also looked at the token of the Holy Child, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth, pointing in one direction.

"Holy Son, I'm waiting for you in the competition arena!"

In the Holy Land, every temple has a fighting platform.Those who practice swords, the art of killing, are not forbidden to fight in holy places.

The news of Lin Fan and Zhao Yonglong also shocked the elders of the Demon Slaying Hall.

"Bullshit!"

Some elders wanted to stop them, but a melodious voice came from behind them.

Bai Shangshui, the elder of the Demon Slaying Hall, turned into a sword light and fell down, and his majestic white eyebrows turned into two dragon pythons, roaming the world.

"Rules are rules!"

"The sword ceremony is out, and the martial arts arena is open!"

"As long as the Holy Son does not die!"

"Brother Bai, is this really necessary?"

When these elders saw Bai Shangshui speaking, they could only secretly arouse their spiritual consciousness and headed towards the Bidoutai.

Lin Fan followed the crowd towards the Bidoutai.

Behind him, Ma Xiaoguang lowered his head again, muttering something.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a spirit stone, I bet..."

"Bet on what?"

Lin Fan looked at Ma Xiaoguang again. Ma Xiaoguang was shocked, his face was full of embarrassment, and he managed to say a word: "Bet you lose."

"Fuck!"

Lin Fan had already started to stare, and almost made a move on Ma Xiaoguang.Ma Xiaoguang quickly explained: "Every time there is a competition, there are special people who will bet on the spirit stones."

"The news has been sent over there just now. There is no one who bet on you. Your odds are [-] to [-]!"

"what?"

Lin Fan blushed, and following Ma Xiaoguang's gaze, he also saw that someone was collecting spirit stones at the Dragon Palace.

"Holy Son, forget it!"

"Ugh!"

Ma Xiaoguang sighed, only to see Lin Fan grab Ma Xiaoguang's collar.

"Holy Son, calm down."

"I'm so angry, you go ask, is there an upper limit?"

"Ah? What upper limit?"

Ma Xiaoguang looked at Lin Fan in shock, and the other outer disciples looked dumbfounded, not knowing what Lin Fan said.

"Lingshi, is there an upper limit?"

"Holy Son, what is the upper limit? It doesn't matter if Youlong Palace sits in the manor."

"Okay, go over there and bet me a hundred, no, a thousand spirit stones."

"You bet on Zhao Yonglong?"

Just as Ma Xiaoguang finished speaking, Lin Fan tapped Ma Xiaoguang on the head.

"There's something wrong, I'll bet on myself!"

In an instant, Ma Xiaoguang was stunned, and the outer disciples were all stunned.

How confident are you, or how shameless you are, betting on yourself to win?

"You, you have only been practicing for three months? Zhao Yonglong has been practicing for three years!"

"Hurry up, that's all I have!"

Lin Fan glared at Ma Xiaoguang, the 1000 yuan spirit stones are all spirit stones in Potian Temple.This is still the head of the sect to Lin Fan, hoping that Lin Fan will leave the Potian Palace as soon as possible.