The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

Seeing that Zhang Fan had recovered from his injuries in just a few days and his cultivation had improved, Hua Guorong, the president of the Wushu Association, looked surprised!

Hua Guorong, president of the Wushu Association, couldn't help but sigh: "It's incredible that Zhang Fan's cultivation has improved so quickly."

He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Zhang Fan sitting in front of him, and couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded to the president: "Thanks to everyone's care, I was able to recover from my injuries. I have benefited a lot these days."

Hua Guorong smiled slightly, sighed and said: "The journey of cultivating immortality should be long and difficult, but you are lucky enough to get injured and your skills have improved by leaps and bounds in just a few days. You are really envious of others."

Zhang Fan smiled modestly: "Maybe it's a coincidence. I find it a bit unbelievable myself."

The president of the Wushu Association thought for a moment and suddenly laughed: "Since your cultivation has made great progress, I wonder if you would like to compete with me."

The president of the martial arts association was also very curious as to what kind of abilities Zhang Fan had. He wanted to test whether the demon king was killed by Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded: "Okay, then I'll go through some tricks with my brother."

There are differences in the training systems between warriors and immortal cultivators. Zhang Fan is also curious about the differences between Hua Guorong, who is the pinnacle of warriors.

On the top of Fangcun Mountain, Wushu Association President Hua Guorong and Zhang Fan stood on a platform.

The two faced each other, their eyes revealing a depth that the other could not see through.

Zhang Fan was dressed in black, and his cold face revealed a unique temperament.

Zhang Fan deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of Nascent Soul, and discussed with the president of the martial arts association, maybe he would gain some insights!

Hua Guorong, on the other hand, stared at his opponent with a steady gaze and clenched his fists tightly, showing his inner determination.

The moment the sparring began, Zhang Fan suddenly turned into a phantom and appeared in front of Hua Guorong, easily dodging Hua Guorong's attack.

This scene made everyone gasp. Zhang Fan's movement skills were so ingenious that they were elusive.

Hua Guorong was worthy of being the president of the Wushu Association. He stabilized his body and counterattacked quickly. The punches hit his face like running water, and the wind roared, extremely sharp.

However, Zhang Fan's movements were flexible and he easily avoided Hua Guorong's every move, as if he was dancing a melodious dance.

The duel between the two was like a silent confrontation. Hua Guorong was on alert, while Zhang Fan was like a fish swimming through the rough ocean.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan swayed and disappeared, leaving everyone stunned.

The next moment, he appeared behind Hua Guorong and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Be careful, President." Zhang Fan said with a smile, as if he had a chance to win.

Hua Guorong's eyes widened. He didn't even feel how Zhang Fan was approaching him.

Hua Guorong was so frightened that he quickly used his physical skills to retreat and stay away from Zhang Fan.

A trace of surprise flashed in Hua Guorong's eyes. He didn't expect Zhang Fan's movement to be so flexible, and he was secretly wary.

The sword in his hand was shining brightly, and the sword struck one after another. Each strike contained fierce sword intent, and it seemed that Zhang Fan was about to be enveloped in it.

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, and he retreated instantly, avoiding Hua Guorong's attack with ease.

He frowned slightly. The speed and power of this blow were far beyond his expectation, and he couldn't help but be secretly vigilant.

Facing Hua Guorong's fierce offensive, Zhang Fan did not panic. Instead, he looked like a nimble swallow and easily avoided Hua Guorong's attack.

Hua Guorong raised his hand and waved, and suddenly a bright sword energy condensed out of thin air.

Silver light flashed, and the aura of intertwined swords made the entire square seem to be plunged into a sea of ​​sword intent.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and the flying sword in his hand instantly rose into the air and spun around.

Above the flying sword, a powerful spiritual power surged, forming a surging momentum.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his figure was like lightning, and he flashed in front of Hua Guorong in an instant.

The two fight like blades dancing in the wind, fast and delicate. The sword energy was flying, the spiritual power was surging, and the scene was extremely intense.

The immortal cultivators watching the battle were all amazed by the superb skills of the two men. A fierce and exciting atmosphere filled the top of Fangcun Mountain.

Hua Guorong's eyes flashed with deep thought, and he knew that this Zhang Fan was not an ordinary cultivator of immortality.

Zhang Fan's swordsmanship is like a stroke of genius. Each sword contains profound principles, as if it can penetrate all illusions and reach the true meaning.

"President Hua, if I lose to you today, it will be considered a martial arts glory." Zhang Fan's words were plain, but there was a deep confidence in them.

Hua Guorong snorted coldly, swung the long sword in his hand violently, and a powerful sword energy rushed straight towards him.

A sharp light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and the flying sword evaded Hua Guorong's attack like lightning, and then counterattacked sharply.

The battle between the two became more intense, and the air seemed to condense.

Every confrontation between them caused vibrations in the space, making the immortal cultivators watching the battle feel a powerful wave of energy.

The immortal cultivators present were secretly grateful. Being able to witness the contest between the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association and Zhang Fan was truly a rare experience in their cultivation careers.

Hua Guorong's brows gradually furrowed. He felt the powerful aura on Zhang Fan's body, and a sense of frustration surged in his heart.

But he is the president of the Wushu Association, how can he admit defeat so easily?

"President Hua, your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but martial arts are endlessly changing, so don't stick to one move." Zhang Fan suddenly stopped what he was doing and reminded him calmly.

Hua Guorong's brows moved slightly, and he understood what Zhang Fan meant.

The cultivation of immortals is not only about mastering powerful spells, but also about constantly expanding their thinking and understanding the endless mysteries of martial arts.

As a result, Hua Guorong had a thought in his mind, and his sword energy erupted again, but this time, his sword moves became agile and changeable, surging like a tidal wave.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, raised the flying sword in his hand, and responded with ease.

The battle between the two entered a fierce stage, and the immortal cultivators watching the battle were shocked by their superb skills.

Every confrontation is like the poetry of martial arts, which makes people intoxicated.

Facing Hua Guorong's offensive, Zhang Fan remained calm. The long sword in his hand danced like clouds rolling and relaxing, avoiding Hua Guorong's attack without losing the chance of confrontation.

He silently circulated his cultivation in his heart, gathering all his spiritual power on the tip of the sword, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's body moved, like lightning flashing, and his shot was extremely fast.

The long sword in his hand flew out into the air, and a sharp sword energy went straight towards Hua Guorong.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be cut open, making bursts of sharp air-piercing sounds.

Hua Guorong's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Zhang Fan to have such a powerful attack.

He hurriedly raised his sword to parry, and the sword energy and golden sword shadow collided fiercely in mid-air, making a deafening sound.

The audience on the field was all shocked by this thrilling duel. The strength of the two immortal cultivators was truly amazing.

In the fierce battle, Zhang Fan gradually found a way to crack Hua Guorong's offensive.