Urban Madness

Xu Zhongtian just wanted to reject Ye Fan's remarks, after all, he didn't have the time to play with the new beginner disciples.

But looking at Ye Fan's eyes, he was slightly dazed.

The disciple's eyes were very dissatisfied with his realm, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and the sea of ​​blood.

"Okay, okay, since you are so eager to fight, whoever, go and fight against him."

Xu Zhongtian followed a disciple with his finger, and then continued to squint in the reclining chair.

I casually pointed out that the disciple's strength was either at the peak of the heavenly immortal or the golden immortal realm. As a result, there was nothing to say, and he had nothing to care about.

Sure enough, the disciple who stood up was at the early stage of Golden Wonderland, but the disciple's expression seemed very unhappy.

Wouldn't it be worthwhile to shoot yourself against an early disciple of the Earth Immortal?

But there is no way, whoever lets this be assigned by his master, he can only bite the bullet and end the battle as soon as possible.

"Master, what are you doing? Why would you agree to such an unreasonable request?"

"Yes, regardless of what realm he is, he is still eager to fight, eager to be strong, and he is not afraid of others laughing out loud!"

"Oh, forget it, don't say so much useless, the battle will soon be over anyway."

The other disciples who were cultivating just glanced faintly, and then continued to practice.

After all, it was about time for the disciples to compete, and no one wanted to be eliminated prematurely.

Although the first place is not something they can covet, it is still possible to rush forward.

The higher the ranking, the more generous the rewards they receive. This is an opportunity for them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, do it quickly, I have to practice after dealing with you, I don't have so much time."

The disciple waved his hand impatiently.

"Good, good."

Ye Fan smiled slightly, then rushed up with a long sword in his hand.

This time he also learned to be clever, and the disciple in front of him was a strong man in the Golden Immortal realm no matter what, if he could kill with one blow, the acting would not go on.

So started a confrontation between you and me with that disciple.

In the middle of the battle, it attracted the attention of many disciples.

Logically speaking, Ye Fan should be killed by a single blow, but why did he fight back and forth with the opponent after such a long time? This is totally unscientific.

"How did it happen? Did I have hallucinations? Why is his disciple still not defeated?"

"Don't let the water go, okay? I'll finish him quickly! We have to practice team offense together."

Some disciples saw through the "essence" at a glance, thinking that their disciples must have deliberately slipped Ye Fan there.

This is the only thing that makes sense.

However, the disciple who was on the battlefield did not have their relaxed attitude.

How can I release the water? I'm almost using all my energy in my next life!

But the opposite Ye Fan seemed to have endless energy all over his body. That was a real trick, and there was no flaw at all.

"How could I lose to you? If I lose to you, wouldn't I have cultivated in the belly of a dog after so many years of cultivation?"

Gradually, the disciple became a little anxious, his moves were slightly messy, and he wanted to resolve the battle as soon as possible.

But this gave Ye Fan an opportunity. The long sword in Ye Fan's hand only stabs gently, and it reaches the disciple's throat, and the sentence is high.

"Thank you brother for accepting it."

Ye Fan showed his mean smile again, but this kind of apology sounded even more ironic and murderous.

Now Xu Zhongtian, who was lying on the reclining chair, couldn't lie down anymore, and instantly stood up and looked at Ye Fan coldly, as if he was about to eat him in his eyes.

"What kind of strength are you? You came here today to smash the old man's place. Do you know who the old man is?"

"Of course you know, you are the second elder of our southern faction."

"But there is one sentence I have to correct you. I'm really just here to discuss and discuss, how can I say that I am going to hit the ground."

"Furthermore, even if you hit the place, you won't hit you on the head. Then I must have the courage."

Ye Fan responded methodically, without a trace of flaws.

Watching this scene, the Fatty Wang behind him was so happy that he wanted this effect! What you want is this effect!

It seemed that I had made the right decision this time, and letting Ye Fan's realm to challenge him would be regarded as a real face-slapped.

"Okay, very good! Furious! When it's time for you to shoot, what are you still doing in a daze?"

Xu Zhongtian snorted coldly, and then walked out of the group of disciples a man who was eight feet tall and had a round waist.

That one-line eyebrow is matched with the Chinese-style face, which gives people a feeling of not anger and self-prestige.

"Don't you want to compete with the strong? Then you will furiously compete with my second disciple."

"Competing with other disciples, I feel that I can't meet your needs anymore."

Xu Zhongtian raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile.

By now, I could finally see the essence of the matter. Fatty Wang must be making a ghost behind his back.

But didn't he want to embarrass himself? Then I slapped him in the face fiercely.

As soon as Ye Fan wanted to respond, Fatty Wang grabbed him from behind and spoke with a voice that only two of them could hear.

"I don't dare to fight anymore, I don't dare to fight anymore, just accept it!"

"The big guy in front of you is Xu Zhongtian's second disciple. That's a real brash man!"

"He is famous for practicing physical skills, and he got the third place in the last disciple contest. The opponent must want to make us embarrassed. We can't be fooled by him."

Fatty Wang is still a little bit brainy, anyway, his goal has been achieved, there is no need to find it unhappy.

Ye Fan just responded with a calm look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, elder, what is it to win a game? Today is so easy to come, then you have to win him a few more games."

Then his eyes fixed on the anger on the opposite side, and he smiled slightly. It seemed that the practitioners of physical arts were really a bunch of rashers.

"Boy! It's you who came to kick the gym? Yes, you have the courage and courage. Do you dare to fight me?"

Furious, pointed at Ye Fan with disdain.

"There is nothing I dare not, but the strength of the kid is not as strong as the strength of the senior brother, then I hope you will be merciful and don't beat me to death with two punches."

"Haha, it's still your kid, a little foresight, come on!"

Furious took a step back and slammed his chest with a fist, and the strength of Jinxian's mid-term exploded.

The sudden gusts of wind hit him and formed a strong shield in front of him.