Hear the words.
A surprised expression appeared on Zhou Heshan's face. For just a moment, his eyes became extremely wet and he said:
"Mr. Fan, do you know that my level of cultivation has reached the level of the Sixth Realm Lord? Although it is easy for us to compete, I am afraid that if I accidentally hurt you, it would be difficult to explain to the sect."
Liu Qingqing on the side actually wanted to find out Fan Yi's true identity, but she didn't want him to fight Zhou Heshan.
After all, she is also a monk in the Golden Core Realm, so she naturally knows the gap between her and the Sixth Realm Monarch. If Fan Yi is injured, she will not be able to explain it easily.
Liu Qingqing persuaded:
"Master Fan can choose to compete with the Five Realm monks here. There is no need to challenge Commander Zhou."
Little did he know that along the way Fan Yi had killed two kings of the Sixth Realm, and the monks of the Seventh Realm were not invincible in his eyes.
Hear the words.
Fan Yi waved his hand and said:
"Deacon Liu, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."
Zhou Heshan heard the young man's answer and said:
"In that case, I will practice with you so that they can observe and learn."
Then Zhou Heshan shouted loudly:
"Everyone stop! Today I will be sparring with Young Master Fan. You all come over and watch."
After hearing Zhou Heshan's order, all the monks and warriors gathered around here.
Someone among them whispered:
"The inner disciple is so arrogant that he dares to challenge our Commander Zhou. Is he still a king at such a young age?"
Another person replied with a disdainful expression:
"What kind of monarch? I don't think he has the cultivation level of the Fourth Realm. To be able to become an inner disciple, I'm afraid he is the grandson of a certain elder. If Commander Zhou accidentally beats him to death, then we will also suffer."
Some even laughed out loud:
"Wang Er, you really don't care too much! Commander Zhou can agree to compete with him, he must have seen through his cultivation. Everything is under the commander's control, just study carefully."
Not long after.
More than a hundred people had already trotted over and surrounded Fan Yi and Zhou Heshan in the martial arts training ground.
The two faced each other three feet apart.
Liu Qingqing said again:
"Commander Zhou can only go so far, don't hurt anyone!"
"Master Fan must be more careful."
Hearing this, the crowd suddenly became noisy again.
Zhou Heshan looked at the young man across from him. Not only did the young man's face not show the slightest hint of worry, but he was very calm.
Zhou Heshan said secretly:
"This kind of demeanor is quite extraordinary. Don't think of the embroidered pillow as a bag of straw and pretentiousness."
Fan Yi slowly pulled out the Jinghong Sword hanging from his waist, then pointed the sword tip directly at Zhou Heshan and said:
"You don't have to hold back, Commander Zhou!"
When Zhou Heshan saw the young man provoking with the tip of his sword, he became very angry.
He unsheathed his long sword, jumped forward in an instant, and slashed vertically with the sword in one hand.
The wind roared loudly above the broad sword, and it reached the top of Fan Yi's head in a moment.
Fan Yi took a step back, and then swung his long sword upwards. Suddenly, a dripping sword light lit up like a crescent moon and hit the blade of the broad sword.
A ding!
Zhou Heshan was actually knocked back by the sword light, and the broad sword in his hand swayed several times before he stabilized the blade.
Everyone outside the court was in an uproar.
Zhou Heshan had a complicated expression on his face and asked:
"Is it sword intention? Are you still a little martial arts master?"
Fan Yi grinned and said:
"Wrong, he is a martial arts master, so I advise you not to hold back, otherwise it will be very ugly if you lose."
When Zhou Heshan heard this, anger welled up in his heart and he replied:
"good!"
moment.
The blade of the broad knife in Zhou Heshan's hand was covered with a faint layer of golden energy.
He was releasing his spiritual power to strengthen the blade, and then he dragged the blade with his backhand and bullied himself.
Fan Yi was very satisfied when he saw that Zhou Heshan no longer had any scruples.
This time, he did not intend to borrow the power of the Tianling Seal. He only wanted to fight with all his strength against the so-called Monarch Realm monks.
Zhou Heshan was about to approach the boy.
He turned sideways and backhand forward, and suddenly the blade struck from bottom to top, and the spiritual power on the blade suddenly shone.
Fan Yi turned sideways to avoid the blade, and stabbed the opponent's neck with a sword move, and the sword intent surged out again.
When Zhou Heshan saw the broad sword lifted into the air, he stomped the ground with his left foot. His whole body flew into the air, then turned upside down and stabbed down by the wind. His speed was as fast as a falling meteor.
boom!
Suddenly a cloud of dust erupted in the field, and the strong wind shook the spectators so much that they fell backwards.
At this time, Fan Yi's left fist was colliding with the sword light, and the stone slab he was stepping on had exploded.
Fan Yi blocked Zhou Heshan's blow with one punch. While he quickly drew his hand away, he stabbed the man's shoulder with the tip of his Jinghong sword.
Zhou Heshan hurriedly turned around and flew into the air to escape.
It's a pity that Zhou Heshan can fly with the wind, and Fan Yi's sword completely failed.
Everyone outside the court was stunned.
They really didn't expect that in just a few rounds, the young man would actually force Commander Zhou to take advantage of his realm to ascend and fight.
But in this way, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, and Fan Yi becomes passive.
Liu Qingqing cast her eyes on the young man, and the punch just now surprised her.
She vaguely guessed in her heart:
"Fan Yi's fist seems to be much stronger than that sword, but the realm is different, so how to deal with it."
Zhou Heshan stood tall in the air, looked down at Fan Yi, and said with a smile:
"Master Fan, you won't mind, after all, you are a great master of martial arts."
After saying that, Zhou Heshan stamped his feet in the air again, and suddenly a series of coercive pressures came down from the sky, trying to imprison Fan Yi's body.
Fan Yi shouted in a deep voice to disperse the pressure. He quickly put away the Jinghong Sword, and a pair of colorful wings solidified behind him.
Fan Yi also flew into the sky and punched Zhou Heshan with an ordinary punch.
When Liu Qingqing saw this scene, she struggled in her heart for a moment and then felt relieved, secretly saying:
"Elder Qi actually gave him the colorful wings that have never been spread out. It's really enviable."
Zhou Heshan was no longer calm, and it seemed that his advantage was gone.
But I can't control that much right now.
Zhou Heshan then swung the broadsword again and struck the young man's fist.
boom!
The moment the punch and knife collided with each other, layers of energy ripples erupted on them, sending both of them flying.
As soon as Fan Yi stabilized his body, he waved his colorful wings again. His speed was not inferior to the speed of the Six Realms King, and he punched him again.
It seems to be an unorganized move, but it is actually a domineering attack to defeat the enemy with one force. Apart from being arrogant, there are no words to describe it.
Everyone outside the field watched the two men fighting fiercely in the sky, which was called a fight.
No one dared to look down upon the young man any more.
But on the eaves of some attics outside the martial arts academy, strong men kept coming out to watch the battle.
They also set their sights on the young man's colorful wings.
An old man wearing a black cloak, his face buried deep in it, sighed and said:
"This evil boy can actually fight against the Sixth Realm with the cultivation of the Five Realms without losing. Madman Wu is really lucky. He has another proud disciple."
"I just don't know who is stronger or weaker compared to my sect's genius."
Another person appeared behind him.
He chuckled and said:
"Don't you see? Zhou Heshan and the young man didn't try their best. They probably have back-ups. I wonder what the young man's name is?"
The old man in cloak glanced sideways and said:
"It won't be long before the Six Sects' Prodigy Competition. There will definitely be a place for this boy. I will know by then."
The man nodded and said:
"It's coming soon. In three months at most, Ziyun Mountain will send out invitations."
at this time.
The two people fighting fiercely in the sky took action again and then separated.
Zhou Heshan waved his hand and said:
"Brother Fan, that's it for today. How about a tie?"
Fan Yi smiled and replied:
"Can."
