As the space fluctuated, this time the person who appeared in front of Chen Fan was a 14 or 15-year-old boy. He looked very thin, but his body exuded a violent feeling.

The young man stared at Chen Fan and said, "Soul Palace Sect Mansion, Wang Yu, please give me advice!"

With one sentence, the boy's thin body immediately burst out with an extremely arrogant aura. The body seemed to explode, and all the muscles of his limbs were amplified, and he looked like a thin boy.

The true energy outside his body spread to form a black bear phantom, tall and powerful. A huge roar was heard in one step, and the person had rushed over, like a beast trampling at Chen Fan.

brush!

Chen Fan flicked his backhand and his fingers stimulated a cold air, like a sharp sword, with cold air. The young man saw Chen Fan just emitted a true energy, thinking that Chen Fan underestimated the enemy, frowned, and grabbed the transformed bear claws.

The power contained in this bear claw can break a huge rock like tofu.

Bang!

A figure flew out dozens of meters directly and touched Chen Fan's true energy. His sharp claws did not exert their due power. The huge sharp claws were shattered by ice, and then immersed in the boy's body and knocked him away.

The boy's face showed disbelief, and Chen Fan stimulated another qi to be ready to smash the boy's token.

However, the young man's eyes moved and knew that he was not Chen Fan's opponent. He threw the token out and gave in.

Seeing this, Chen Fan was not attacking.

The second competition was won.

He returned to his seat and quietly waited for the third competition.

In both competitions, he basically defeated one move, but this time the seat was not empty, and there were many figures watching the competition. These people were dejected and looked lonely.

They were disciples who were eliminated from the first round of the competition. They could not participate in the competition, but could only watch here. Seeing Chen Fan come out of the martial arts stage so quickly, there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

Chen Fan is already the second term of victory. If you are lucky and win ten games, you will get double the reward.

However, some people think that Chen Fan is just better than them and they meet some disciples with inferior strength. Chen Fan didn't take some such remarks to heart.

He looked at the martial arts stage, and at this moment, his eyes noticed a figure above the martial arts stage. It was a handsome young man who looked majestic and a master of the Baihua Palace. He was obviously very skilled when he was able to win the competition so early.

This person is Jingtian from Baihua Palace.

His face showed a look of pride when he won consecutive competitions. Feeling his eyes, Jing Tian looked at each other, but was stunned for a while when he saw Chen Fan.

"It turned out to be him?"

Jing Tian looked at Chen Fan with an incredible look. Seeing Chen Fan sitting upright, Jing Tian shivered all over. This kid looked nothing, but in fact he knew that Chen Fan's strength was simply amazing!

He dared not look at Chen Fan.

After he returned to his seat, he said to Lu Xuan next to him, "Junior sister, have you seen that boy? Where is the person you are looking for!"

Jing Tian pointed to Chen Fan's direction below. Lu Xuan glanced at him and saw a handsome and fair side face, which was still so handsome and charming. Unfortunately, this man was not hers.

But it's nothing. She will meet Chen Fan later and tell him with her strength that Lu Xuan is no longer the same as before.

Chen Fan didn't know Lu Xuan's mind. At this moment, his eyes were staring at countless masters on the martial arts stage.

This martial arts performance conference is also a rare opportunity to learn. Being able to gain a lot of combat experience from the competition of these people is very beneficial to you.

For example, there were two disciples fighting against them, although it was very easy for Chen Fan to deal with them.

But the skills of the two fighting are still worth learning. One of them did not show off sharpness at the beginning, but instead adopted a means of showing weakness, making the opponent underestimate the enemy, and a hint of carelessness appeared in the battle. At this time, the man burst out all the cultivation power in one fell swoop, exerting his own strength to the peak, and defeating the opponent with one blow from the flaws.

Many people basically know this tactic, but this disciple performed so vividly, and showed that he was really unable to defeat him, making people unable to see any flaws.

This made Chen Fan secretly remember that he should not underestimate the enemy at any time. Even if the opponent is less powerful than you, who knows whether this person hides his strength and defeats you in the most deadly place, so that you will not have the chance to turn the tables.

Soon, the second round of competition had all ended.

Everyone quit the martial arts show.

The competition did not have a chance to rest in the first few games, and it was almost when these people just withdrew, and the third competition began.

Chen Fan entered the martial arts stage, and it can be seen from the opponent's clothes on his chest that this time his opponent was a disciple of the Beast God Sect. He looked at Chen Fan and smiled and nodded, "I'm going to Zhang Lan, please show mercy."

"Taiyi Sect, Chen Fan!"

This person looks very polite, and Chen Fan has a good impression of him.

The disciple pinched his fingers and pressed it on the ground suddenly. A huge formation appeared, emitting a faint light.

The formation seemed to be connected to the underworld. While the light was shining, fifteen people held big forks in their hands. They were so vicious, monster-looking and sturdy, and strong-bodied Shura roared out of the formation.

It was fifteen Shura. At the same time as the appearance of this disciple's body burst into an astonishing aura, and rushed over with fifteen Shuras, forming a siege and killing Chen Fan. Locking every corner of Chen Fan's body.

Chen Fan stood up and faced the other sixteen people, fifteen of whom were tall Shura, and the formations of the two sides looked very different. It almost gave people a sense that Chen Fan was in absolute weakness at first glance.

Chen Fan's aura was not strong, and he gave people an ordinary feeling, but his face did not change much when facing these enemies.

These summoning methods are unique to the Beast God Sect. They have an advantage in the enemy. Although these are only low-level Shura, it is not difficult for Chen Fan to defeat them.

But if the strength of the two sides in battle is equal, these Shuras are straws that break the camel's back and can get a fatal effect and thus kill the opponent.

Seeing that Chen Fan was unmoved and did not underestimate the enemy, the disciple looked even more solemn. He believed that Chen Fan had absolute confidence and must have strong strength.

Chen Fan's performance did shock him, and even his face was shocked, a little unbelievable.

Buzz!

Frost aura appeared on Chen Fan's body, directly covering them. The speed immediately became slower and his body was soaked by the ice. Then a true energy quietly seemed as if nothing had happened, but quickly rushed to the young man's waist to smash his token.

"Take it."

Chen Fan smiled.

He could have used his true energy to knock these Shura and the young men away, but he did not do so.

"Brother, I lost, convinced! I really admire it!"

The young man sighed and pinched his fingers and took back the Shuras.

The token is broken and there is no need to continue fighting.

Chen Fan just had a random blow and burst out such a frosty cold air. If he used his full strength, he would probably not even have a chance to summon Shura, and he knew that Chen Fan had reservations.

The two clasped each other and retreated to their seats.

The competitions were held one by one, and two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and fifteen competitions had already been held.

More and more people have been eliminated, but there are too many disciples participating in the martial arts fair, and they are still in the beginning of the conference.

In more than a dozen competitions, some of the disciples Chen Fan met were arrogant, some were modest, some were dull, some were strong and some were weak, but none of them could have taken a move in Chen Fan's hands.

Basically, Chen Fan’s appearance is just one move!

However, many geniuses can solve their opponents with one move like Chen Fan, so it is not a great thing.

There are some obvious differences in strength among practitioners between the same stage. Although the realm is the same, the level of unique skills they master is different, the combat experience, the difference in the true energy in the body, the degree of strength exertion, etc. Therefore, it is not uncommon for strong people in the same stage to defeat their opponents in one move.

Just like the gap between one and nine, it is also single digits, and the strength is huge.

What's more, Chen Fan was always the peak combat power to deal with low-level cultivators, so he was naturally relaxed and relaxed. There was no way, who could make Chen Fan's Nascent Soul cultivation have the ability to kill and transform into a god?

Chen Fan's eyes flashed and suddenly saw Lin Feng flying over in Taichung Taichung, carrying wounds and blood on his body.

"It's so sucking! Alas, the other party is too strong, I lost!"

Lin Feng came to Chen Fan and sighed. In the competition just now, he met a master and fought fiercely, and Lin Feng was defeated in the end.

Lin Feng's face was depressed for a while, and then he laughed as if nothing had happened:

"But this time I competed with so many experts, and I felt that I had learned a lot of things and so many rewards, so it was not a loss... But if I played the small tower, I would be confident that I could win more than a dozen consecutive games."

"Your results are good. It is too dangerous to expose the little tower. Next, you will heal your wounds here and observe the competitions of others. And although you lose, you still have a chance to continue the competition!"

Chen Fan smiled and inspired a stream of true energy to help Lin Feng heal his wounds.

Fortunately, Lin Feng's injuries were all skin trauma, so he could just recover without any serious injury.

Not only Lin Feng lost, Chen Fan also saw several members of the Chinese team in a messy shape in the seat below, and they all withdrew from the competition in the last match. However, they also won several consecutive games and their results were quite good.

At this moment, in a space above, a middle-aged man with a square face and a strong breath was sitting. Looking at the competition situation of a young man below, he nodded with a smile on his face.

There are also many senior executives of the Zhao family standing beside the head of the Zhao family.

"This time Zhao Yu has a good performance and has won more than a dozen consecutive games. She is worthy of being a member of my Zhao family!"

The head of the Zhao family looked at a corner below, Zhao Yu and even Zhao Xue. The two of them were still full of breath and there was no injury.

"The head of the family, the lady and the young master are both geniuses after all. They have made breakthroughs a few days ago. It's not just ten times stronger, but this is just the beginning!"

A Zhao master smiled.

"Well, they all have the blood of the dragon, so they will naturally not be bad."
Chapter completed!