Son-in-law, God-Emperor

"This ancient sword is too scary... I guess the evil spirit has been hiding it from this kid before, so he knows nothing about it. He's really rich this time..."

The excited voice of the weapon spirit appeared in his heart, and Xiao Fan also showed a happy expression.

No wonder he needed to consume so much of his spiritual power to tame the ancient sword just now.

It turns out that the other party's evil spirit is powerful on the one hand, and the power in the ancient sword on the other hand.

At this moment, Xiao Fan became curious about the origin of the ancient sword.

Because Xiao Fan knew very well that when he held the ancient sword, he was obviously stronger than controlling the sun and moon fan...

You know, the sun and moon fan of the Gu family is a chaotic spiritual treasure, and the ancient sword... has no grade.

"You... puff... give me back my sword!"

At this time, the dying Kong Xingjin raised his head and looked at Xiao Fan with gritted teeth.

"Give you back your sword?" Xiao Fan shook his head and laughed coldly: "You call it, do you think it will agree to you?"

"You... you deserve to die!" Kong Xingjin was so angry that he spit out another mouthful of blood, his face pale.

"Hehehe... A defeated general, you still want a sword?" Xiao Fan smiled coldly, and immediately walked in front of Kong Xingjin, looking down at him.

"You... what do you want to do?!" Kong Xingjin roared.

Just now, he was taken away by the evil spirit. Now he is no match for the other party. Kong Xingjin knows this best.

The nearby disciples who were watching were also curious about what Xiao Fan was going to do...

"Bufan, don't kill him." The master of Biyun Temple spoke in a hurry.

However, how could Xiao Fan kill Kong Xingjin?

Xiao Fan slowly possessed him, and then broke Kong Xingjin's fingers and took away his storage ring.

"Mine..."

Kong Xingjin: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing this scene, everyone nearby knew what Xiao Fan was going to do.

This guy was taking his spoils...

"You... you poof..." Kong Xingjin was so angry that he spurted blood and his face was pale.

He never expected that he not only lost the ancient sword, but now even the storage ring was taken away by the other party.

"What do you mean? Trash is trash... I don't even need to use all my strength to hit you..." Xiao Fan sneered and kicked Kong Xingjin out of the ring.

At this moment, Xiao Fan felt grateful to Yuan Yanbin.

The other party is really a good person!

First, someone gave him a Chaos Spirit Treasure, and then took the ancient sword from Kong Xingjin's hand.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan did not leave the ring immediately, but stood on the ring with his arms folded, looking around.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight? If so, come up quickly..."

Hearing this, the nearby onlookers were stunned, and then they were all speechless.

I thought, you are still addicted to fighting!

Of course.

They also understood why Xiao Fan still wanted to fight.

Because the other party really got benefits.

First, he got a Chaos Spirit Treasure, and then took Kong Xingjin's ancient sword into his hands.

There is no doubt that Xiao Fan got a big advantage in these competitions.

At this time, Yuan Yanbin in the dark was gnashing his teeth with anger.

"Damn it, damn it..." Yuan Yanbin never expected that the opponent would be so strong. Not only did he defeat Gu Yuze and Bu Pengtao, but now even Kong Xingjin, who was holding an ancient sword, was no match for him. Yuan Yanbin turned his head and looked at the white-robed disciples behind him. These white-robed disciples were all Yuan Yanbin's followers. The white-robed disciples who were usually high and mighty in front of the green-robed disciples and red-robed disciples were just subservient in front of the sequence disciples. Being stared at by Yuan Yanbin, these white-robed disciples lowered their heads one after another, and their faces were extremely ugly. They all knew that their strength was not even as good as Kong Xingjin, and it was impossible for them to defeat Xiao Fan. "Waste, a bunch of waste!" Yuan Yanbin cursed angrily, his face flushed with anger. The white-robed disciples were silent... Because according to the rules of the Biyun Palace, the sequence disciples were normally no longer in the category of disciples, so they could not participate in the competition. Otherwise, with Yuan Yanbin's character, he would have personally gone down. Besides, Yuan Yanbin is a sequence disciple. If he were to leave, his own value would be lost.