Chen Fan's combat power was fully developed, and Jun Niansheng could not resist it.

His combat power is still at a relatively high level, but Jun Niansheng can no longer hold on. After a long period of consumption, he can't resist Chen Fan.

That's because the Tongtian Fairy Tree next to it has been replenishing energy, and the remaining energy around the fairy tree is also absorbing it.

Chen Fan has supplies, but Jun Niansheng does not. Moreover, Jun Niansheng's combat power seems to be more inclined to the condensation of mental power. It is difficult to come back in a short time after consumption.

The shock in his heart had reached the highest level of his life!

Bang!

Suddenly, Jun Nian Sheng roared and rushed over again. This time, all the magic power in all the tendons and veins in his body surging and erupting, turning into a magical light that descended on Chen Fan's head. Clang!

A layer of giant sword appeared above Chen Fan's head, resisting it, stepping on his feet, and rushing out, approaching Jun Niansheng, bang!

He punched his chest and exploded with his body. His whole body seemed to be hit by a 100,000 mountain. He spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, smashing and rolling on the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and he looked horrified!

This punch hit the chest, causing Jun Niansheng to vomit blood, and his internal organs to hurt severely, and he was seriously injured!

"I actually lost!"

Jun Niansheng's face was pale. He never thought that he would lose to Chen Fan and that he could lose to a fusion master, but he never thought that he would lose to a genius who was about the same age as him. In his opinion, no one of his peers could defeat him because he was a genius.

However, after Jun Niansheng's face was stunned, he burst into laughter. The three disciples next to him didn't understand.

At this moment, Jun Niansheng stared at Chen Fan and laughed, "Okay, okay!"

At this time, he still did not forget to recite poems, stared at Chen Fan, and looked around, "What a talented person! You really opened my eyes! Well, I, Jun Niansheng, can't meet someone who is more genius than me, and I always feel a pity. Now I have met you.

I want to recite a poem about this situation: I have been invincible for eighteen years. Today I met a young man and was defeated in the battle. There are such people in the world!"

"You kill me!"

Jun Niansheng knew that he was not Chen Fan's opponent, and the boy in front of him was too strong! He really doubted whether he was a genius, so why did he feel like he was not good at meeting someone like Chen Fan?

No, he is still a genius, but Chen Fan is so strong that he is so handsome.

It's simply a genius among geniuses!

If you can't beat it, it's useless to say anything. When you close your eyes, you said to the three disciples in the distance, "If you can escape, you will run away, and I will not be able to protect myself."

"hehe!"

But at this moment, Chen Fan smiled. He stared at Jun Niansheng who had his eyes closed and seemed to be waiting for death, and said, "Your poems and water quality are really not very good."

What?

Jun Niansheng suddenly opened his eyes, "You can kill a soldier but not humiliate. My strength is not your opponent, but no one in the world can compare with the water quality of poetry. I only accept myself in this regard! If you want to kill, kill, and you cannot insult me."

Jun Niansheng believes that his ability to write poetry is really not comparable, because among the people he knows, almost no one who writes poetry is likes to practice. Moreover, few people who write poetry are indeed comparable to Jun Niansheng's water-based writing poetry, because he can write poetry casually and almost no need to think about it.

But Chen Fan smiled. He didn't know how to write poems, but he knew a lot about memorizing poems.

"Strength, you are not my opponent. If you write poetry, you are not."

Chen Fan's brows moved, and he felt that Jun Niansheng was different from ordinary people. Anyway, the evil fire has not yet come out, so he fought very happily in this battle, and there was time.

"What? You said I am not as good as you in writing poetry? Brother, are you too much?"

Jun Niansheng looked moved and said, "Listen to your tone, you can write poems, so you can write one, I'll listen to it."

"It's not difficult to write poetry, but if I win, I will give it to me the best treasure fan in your hand. If you win, I won't kill you!"

Chen Fan said, "I could have killed you and got what you have, but I will give you a chance. If you beat me, I will let you go!"

"Oh?" Jun Niansheng looked at the white treasure fan in his hand. It was crystal clear, with white jade on the edge, and a special white cloth inside. It was a map of mountains and rivers, which was as long as one and a half feet long, and it burst out with white light. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing, but also a treasure on his body. Even the elders of their sect and the Supreme Elder may not have a treasure fan like him.

However, since Chen Fan is better than what he is best at, he is overestimating his own abilities, and he is not unable to compete with him.

"Master, you don't have to die!"

The three disciples next to him were overjoyed. Chen Fan actually gave Jun Niansheng a chance? And he was the master's best at writing poetry? This is not because of overestimating his abilities? They can only admire their master's writing poetry. Who else in the world has the talent of their master?
Chapter completed!