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Ye Fan stood with his sword in hand.

The sword energy soared into the sky, making everyone's ears buzz.

"What's this?"

"So strong, even stronger than Senior Brother Lu... Is he a swordsman?"

"How is it possible? He is a physical cultivator, how can he cultivate swordsmanship! ?"

Shocked!

All the disciples were shocked!

In the Changsheng Hall, the Great Elder stood up suddenly!

He squinted his eyes tightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure it out.

How could Ye Fan, a disciple with ordinary spiritual roots, have such a higher swordsmanship talent than his disciple, Lu Ziteng, who had sword spiritual roots!

……After the sword energy burst out, Ye Fan, who was holding the sword, was a little clumsy.

It was obvious at a glance that he had never practiced swordsmanship.

"He is already at the end of his strength and is just bluffing. Everyone, don't be afraid of him, keep going!"

""Go!"

The disciples continued to charge at Ye Fan.

By now, their eyes were red with anger. They were determined to defeat Ye Fan regardless of everything...

Tian Hong saw how awkwardly Ye Fan held the sword, as if he had never practiced sword fighting before, and he frowned deeply.

"Bluffing!"

Liu Fang said disdainfully...

Holding the long sword, facing the first opponent, Ye Fan's fight was difficult.

But gradually.

His sword became more and more skillful in his hand, as if it were an arm, and there was no sword move at all, but one sword after another, it was not inferior to the sword move at all!

……Liu Fang's smile froze again.

Tian Hong frowned.

Was he pretending to be awkward just now?

No!

Ye Fan's appearance just now showed that he had never touched a sword before.

Then why did he become so proficient in such a short time?

Leng Shuangyue and Tian Hong's pupils shrank at the same time.

Because -

Ye Fan's talent in swordsmanship... is extremely terrifying! It is so terrifying that it is shocking!

……Sword Qi whistled.

One after another, the disciples jumped onto the stage, and were defeated in an instant.

100 battles and 100 wins.

200 battles, 200 wins!

A total of 500 people.

200 people were defeated by Ye Fan.

Everyone was just stunned, looking at Ye Fan covered in blood, no one dared to jump onto the stage again!

Ye Fan held the sword and stood proudly.

At this moment, all the disciples who disdained Ye Fan, envied Ye Fan's good luck, and thought that Ye Fan was not worthy of that local level (bddb) technique, all shut their mouths.

Conquered!

They were convinced!

Conquered by Ye Fan!

They all found out.

Ye Fan, whom they looked down on, was actually in a much higher position than them!

Even though Ye Fan was an ordinary spiritual root.

But apart from the spiritual root.

Ye Fan was a peerless genius in all other aspects!

Not long after... the second round of rankings appeared.

Ye Fan, riding away from the dust, took the top spot again!

Looking at his name on the second place.

Lu Ziteng's face was extremely gloomy.

Especially after seeing Ye Fan's strong kendo talent.

He also had a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Double first place, without a doubt, Ye Fan is the first in this selection!

After looking around at everyone, Ye Fan's eyes fell on Lu Ziteng who was not far away.

The two faced each other from a distance, and Ye Fan said loudly:"Brother Lu!"

"I won the battle for the top spot"

"I also want to thank you, Senior Brother Lu, for spreading the news and letting all the disciples surround and kill me."

"Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get so many cores." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"There won't be so many disciples who hate me and want to seek revenge on me this round, so that I won so many victories!"

Ye Fan's words made Lu Ziteng's mouth twitch, and the anger in his eyes burned to the extreme.

Just as Ye Fan expected.

After knowing that all this was caused by him, Lu Ziteng's anger reached its peak.

He now wanted to take action directly and kill Ye Fan with a sword.

"Although the trial is over, it is useless to say these things."Ye Fan raised his lips and said,"But Senior Brother Lu, the contest between you and me is far from over."

As he said that

, Ye Fan's expression suddenly became solemn. He said word by word,"I, Ye Fan, as the sect master's disciple... will accept the bet with the Grand Elder!!!" As soon as these words came out!

The whole sect was in an uproar!

"The master's disciple? Are you kidding me?!"

"It turns out that Ye Fan is the sect master’s disciple?"

"No wonder! No wonder he is so strong!"

In the Changsheng Palace, the five elders all turned their eyes to Leng Shuangyue, who was sitting on the seat of the sect leader.

"No wonder!"

Tianhong narrowed his eyes,"The sect master really found a good disciple!"

Leng Shuangyue heard Ye Fan's words.

She felt her eyes sore and she felt like tears were about to well up.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling, stood up and stood proudly!

Who said she didn't have a disciple?

Who said she would lose this bet?

The identity of the sect master's disciple?

Lu Ziteng's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth:"So that's it!"

"But, Ye Fan!"

"Don't be complacent too early."

"The real battle has just begun!"

"It is still unknown who will win in the end!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and left on his sword...

The number of disciples entering the secret realm was determined.

The selection competition was officially declared over.

And Ye Fan's name once again spread throughout the sect.

Unlike the last time, this time, he was the sect master's disciple, and had a great reputation of winning two hundred battles!

In the Changsheng Hall, Tianhong's face was as black as ink. After saying something perfunctorily, he left in a huff.

Liu Fang and Feng Duo followed closely behind.

Feng Yin shook his head, and he and Lei Ting also bowed to Leng Shuangyue, and left the hall together.

Leng Shuangyue had wanted them to leave a long time ago.

She couldn't wait to see Ye Fan now!

After returning the sword to Mu Yingrong, before she had time to say a few words, she received a voice transmission from Lei Ting, bowed to Ye Fan and left on her sword

""Master!"

Lei Fafeng.

Main Hall.

Flying over on a sword, Mu Yingrong saluted Lei Ting with a fist

"Rong'er."

Lei Ting looked down at her, a rare softness flashed in her eyes:"You did it"

"Yes, Master, I did it."

Hearing Lei Ting's words, Mu Yingrong's eyes moistened and she almost burst into tears. She really needed this opportunity to enter the secret realm!

At the same time,

Ye Fan's face appeared in her mind. If it weren't for Ye Fan, it would be difficult for her to obtain this qualification!

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