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Chapter 446 Zhang Xiaofan Stands Up

At this time, the mood is at this time, and there is nothing wrong with the little fairy.

On the third day of the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, Zhang Xiaofan's mood changes were visible to the naked eye. His overflowing lightness and joy made his fellow disciples who shared the room feel puzzled.

"Xiao Fan, when you got up yesterday, you looked absent-minded and distracted. How come you looked so different when you got up today?" Senior Brother Song Daren asked him with concern.

Several other brothers also nodded in agreement.

Zhang Xiaofan tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't do it anymore and suddenly laughed.

This scene immediately surprised several senior brothers and even made them a little worried.

Song Daren thought for a moment and consoled him, "Xiao Fan... Today's competition is indeed much more difficult than yesterday's. It's normal to be nervous. But you've only been a beginner for a short time, so no one can blame you even if you lose. Just think of it as honing your strength. You're still so young, and you can still participate in the next Seven Clans Martial Competition. After all, think about it, most of the brothers and sisters who participated in this competition have participated once or twice. For example, I, your senior brother, am now over a hundred years old, and you're only sixteen, so you're still young."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, scratched his head, and said, "Thank you for your comfort, Senior Brother. I feel much better now!"

"That's good." Song Daren patted his shoulder.

Walking out of the room, the cool breeze blowing towards him seemed to blow into Zhang Xiaofan's heart.

People say that when the spring breeze comes, the horse gallops fast.

This is probably what Zhang Xiaofan is like at this moment.

As a sixteen-year-old boy, without a father or a mother, his patron Tian Buyi was nice to him, but not that good either.

But now it’s different. He has found a master who is so powerful and treats him very well.

A demon dragon that can display its monstrous demonic energy on the Tongtian Peak, the main branch of the Qingyun Sect, without being discovered must be at least as powerful as the Sect Master.

The background is there.

Secondly, as a cultivator, Zhang Xiaofan’s talent and physique are not really good, and are even worse than average.

But things are different now. After coming back last night, he sat on the bed and tried to practice. Suddenly, he found that his speed of guiding and circulating Qi had increased by at least several times or even ten times compared to before. Even though he was still not as fast as the geniuses in Qingyun Sect, Zhang Xiaofan, who had been practicing at a snail's pace for more than five years, was already satisfied.

What's more, he now has the martial arts passed down by his master. Although he cannot see the full picture of this martial arts, the part of the content that is open to him at this time has already made him excited and unable to control himself.

powerful! too strong!
Be it the master or the technique, both were so powerful that it was hard for a young cultivator like him, who had little experience, to describe them.

Finally, the magic weapon.

After the competition in the previous two days, Zhang Xiaofan saw various magical weapons in the hands of many fellow disciples who participated in the competition. No matter whether they were magic swords or others, they were all shining brightly and brilliantly.

He was the only one holding a fire stick and was ridiculed.

Isn't he sad or angry at all?
It's just that there is no other way.

It would be fine if his cultivation was not good enough, and his aptitude was poor. He would not feel resentful if his master did not give him magic weapons.

However, whenever Zhang Xiaofan thought of his childhood friend Lin Jingyu who was given the Dragon-Slaying Sword shortly after entering the sect, how could he not feel envious?
Now, he has it too.

Whether it was the Billions of Gold and Silver Sand Swords or the Taiyi Star Sand, their radiant fairy light and rare and colorful appearance made him almost unable to sleep all night.

Counting them one by one, he now lacks nothing in terms of background, skills, and magic weapons.

What could be more gratifying than this?

Have!
But it is impossible to achieve.

Tian Ling'er came out of the next room skipping and jumping. The early morning light fell on her face, and each strand of her fine hair was clearly visible. Her bright smile was more dazzling than the flowers blooming in the yard.

"Good morning, fellow brothers and junior brother Xiaofan!" She waved and greeted them.

Everyone responded one after another.

But Tian Ling'er obviously didn't care about them. She just left the courtyard on her own and left alone.

Zhang Xiaofan knew very well that his senior sister probably... no, it should be said that she must have gone to see Qi Hao.

Maybe they wouldn't walk together like they did at night, but even if they were each hidden in the crowd, their eyes and attention would be on each other.

He exhaled a long breath slowly, the excitement in his head subsided a little, and the surging emotions gradually calmed down.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't know why, but when he saw Senior Sister Ling'er again today, the pain and complexity in his heart were less than last night.

Because you have let it go?

Probably not, he knew he was not enlightened.

In this case, it can only be attributed to that god-like master.

His attention was diverted, and his ordinariness and mediocrity were completely changed by his master. He no longer felt inferior about his status, qualifications and cultivation.

Well, since Senior Sister Ling'er has someone she likes, even if that person is not me, let her be.

After all, I can't change her mind, and I myself am motivated to do other things.

For example: if he practices the skills passed down by his master seriously, even if he cannot compare with those geniuses, at least he can catch up with his good friend Lin Jingyu of the same age, so that he won’t always worry about his poor life in Dazhu Peak.

When he thought of this, Zhang Xiaofan laughed from the bottom of his heart again.

Seeing this, Song Daren said with relief: "Great, Xiaofan, you can adjust so quickly, which means that your past practice has not been in vain. Let's go, today only you and I and Junior Sister Ling'er will have a martial arts competition, let's cheer together!"

"Well, thank you, big brother."

When we arrived at Yunhai Square, it was still bustling, even more lively than the previous two days.

On the third day of the martial arts competition, those who stayed behind were basically geniuses from each peak. Their cultivation, magic weapons and overall strength were far superior to most of their peers.

The tit-for-tat competition is naturally more exciting and wonderful.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofan stepped onto the square, he was guided by the energy of his martial arts and saw the figure in white clothes, as graceful as an immortal.

He was about to call "Master" but suddenly found that his mouth seemed to be sewn shut and he couldn't open it.

Then, the master looked at me from a distance, smiling and shaking his head gently.

Zhang Xiaofan looked in astonishment at the fellow disciples who were coming and going around his master. They were unaware of his master's presence, and they also ignored the young master's wife who was wearing a goose yellow dress and had an innocent smile as she moved among the crowd.

He raised his head and looked towards the main stage, only to see that many elders and the headmaster were already seated, chatting leisurely with each other.

But they didn't find the master either.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan was both shocked and happy.

The more powerful the master is, the better it is for him.

It is said that a good father will have a good son. This is also very reasonable in the relationship between master and apprentice. He seemed to have seen what his future self would look like.

Nodding heavily at his master, he forced himself to look away and followed his senior brother to the ring.

In the third round of competition, there were a total of sixteen disciples, distributed on eight stages.

The eight arenas are arranged according to the eight trigrams.

Song Daren’s arena is in the “Li” position, and Zhang Xiaofan’s arena is in the “Kan” position.

But the most eye-catching thing today is the largest and most conspicuous "Qian" arena.

Because the two people competing on the stage today are Tian Ling'er from Dazhu Peak and Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak.

After the first two rounds of competition, Lu Xueqi, who held the Tianya Sword, had amazing strength, and an unforgettable appearance and temperament, and had already become the goddess in the hearts of countless Qingyun Sect disciples. Tian Ling'er had already been famous before, and she also showed her skills in the past two days. In addition, her appearance was also unparalleled, so she naturally had many fans.

The competition between the two fairies has sparked heated discussion since it was released yesterday.

At this time, Lu Xueqi and Tian Ling'er had not yet stepped onto the Qianwei arena, but the surroundings had already been surrounded by crowds of people.

Zhang Xiaofan followed Song Daren to his master Tian Buyi.

Tian Buyi first warned Song Daren: "Your opponent today has a strong character and has practiced Taoism for many years. His defense is very strong, but your Ten Tiger Immortal Sword is good at attacking. You have to be careful."

"Yes, Master!"

Tian Buyi turned his eyes and looked at his young disciple beside him. He was surprised to see that he had changed his usual head-down appearance today. He straightened his chest and looked straight ahead with clear eyes.

"Xiaofan, are you nervous?" he asked.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said, "Master, I am a little nervous."

"Oh?" Tian Buyi looked at his raised mouth and almost thought he was seeing things. But, although he didn't know why, the appearance of this little disciple was much more pleasing than before.

What he disliked most before was Zhang Xiaofan's timid look.

So, he rarely reached out his hand, put it on Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder, and said, "Seventh Brother, you should be careful too. If you really can't do it, don't resist. You are still young, don't get hurt, so as not to affect your future practice."

Zhang Xiaofan said respectfully: "Yes, Master!"

Feeling the strength coming from the big hand on his shoulder, Zhang Xiaofan became more and more grateful to his other master.

At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the sentence: A real man should hold his head high and hold his head high!

Turning around, they each walked towards their respective rings.

At the side of the arena, Zhang Xiaofan's opponent from Fenghui Peak was surrounded by a group of fellow disciples.

Perhaps they already knew Zhang Xiaofan's ability, and now none of them seemed to be worried at all, looking relaxed as if they were out for an outing.

Even when they saw Zhang Xiaofan coming, they nodded in a very friendly manner.

If that's friendly at all.

The area around the arena was almost entirely filled with disciples from Feng Hui Peak, forming a sharp contrast to Zhang Xiaofan's loneliness.

If it weren't for the incredibly good-looking master and the lovely and playful master's wife, who were setting up tables and chairs at the edge of the arena, brewing tea and eating fruits as if no one was around, Zhang Xiaofan's heart would probably have been swallowed by loneliness again.

Zhang Xiaofan managed to hold back his laughter with great difficulty.

Walking onto the stage, he watched his opponent squeeze out from among the Fenghui Peak disciples and fly onto the stage.

"I am Peng Chang, a disciple of Fenghui Peak. Please give me some advice, Junior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Xiaofan returned the greeting: "Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, greets Senior Brother Peng."

Peng Chang smiled slightly, looked at Zhang Xiaofan for a few times, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Brother Zeng has already told me about your situation. I..."

Junior Brother Zeng, whose name is Zeng Shushu, is also a disciple of Fenghui Peak. He is a friend that Zhang Xiaofan just made two days ago because of the three-eyed monkey.

If it were before, Zhang Xiaofan would probably be angry about this, but now he feels calm as if facing a breeze.

"Brother Peng, there is no need to do this. Now that you and I are on the stage, we should show what we have learned. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of this once-in-a-decade event?"

Peng Chang was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan carefully. After a while, he nodded and passed his right hand in front of him.

A fiery red fairy sword emerged.

A hot breath hit his face, as if it would ignite his hair in an instant, and Zhang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat.

"This sword, 'Wu Gou', is made of thousand-year-old fire copper. Please teach me, Junior Brother Zhang." Peng Chang said seriously.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in his mind: "Hurry up, the master is in a hurry to see the beauty."

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but turn his eyes and saw his master holding the cup and drinking tea.

After nodding imperceptibly, Zhang Xiaofan raised his right hand, and a ray of light suddenly rose from his palm, in gold and silver colors, swirling and interweaving, just like the Tai Chi diagram engraved on the ring that was being stepped on at this moment.

The light of gold and silver was faint, but its blooming aura drove away the scorching air around it.

The last bit of nervousness in Zhang Xiaofan's heart also disappeared at this moment. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The Billion Gold and Silver Sand Sword is made of ten thousand years of black gold. Please teach me, Brother Peng."

There was an uproar in the audience.

Other things aside, the "Ten Thousand Years Black Gold" mentioned by Zhang Xiaofan, although no one has heard of it, in the cultivation world, anything related to "Ten Thousand Years" is a rare treasure. Peng Chang's Wu Gou Immortal Sword is also made of thousand-year-old fire copper.

Peng Chang, who was standing opposite Zhang Xiaofan, was also stunned. According to his understanding, Zhang Xiaofan should not have such a treasure.

But now is not the time to investigate the truth.

"Junior Brother Zhang, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vigorous flame suddenly ignited on the surface of the Wu Gou Immortal Sword. The strong hot breath instantly caused the temperature of the surrounding to rise sharply. The flames wrapped around the sword suddenly turned into a fire dragon. The flames continued to expand, and the fire dragon bared its fangs and claws.

It’s the same thing. If it were before, this fire dragon would be enough to shock Zhang Xiaofan.

But at this moment he only had one word he wanted to say: Normal!
Whether in terms of size, details, momentum or dragon power, this fire dragon is far inferior to the evil dragon and the blue dragon he saw last night.

Thinking of what his master had just said, Zhang Xiaofan did not choose to wait.

He just threw it casually, and the golden and silver light suddenly rose into the sky, grew in the wind, and turned into two long rainbows in an instant.

"disease!"

At a command, golden and silver rainbow lights were like two streaks of light streaking across the sky, and the two swords pierced into the fire dragon's pupils in parallel.

All of a sudden, everyone heard a wail, and the flames that had gathered into the shape of a dragon suddenly dissipated, bursting into dazzling flames.

In the intense fire, the golden and silver sword lights suddenly separated, the golden light fell halfway, and the silver light continued forward.

A sharp clanging sound followed.

half an hour.

The flames died down.

There was a burst of continuous gasps from the audience.

All I saw was: the golden rainbow wrapped around the red and flaming Wu Gou sword, trapping it on the ring and making it unable to move, while the silver sword light was hanging on Peng Chang's heart, and the silver sword energy flowing like a galaxy seemed to be ready to stab forward at any time.

Peng Chang stood there motionless, looking at the silver light with lowered eyebrows, his body stiff, and sweat flowing from his forehead to his chin.

Look at the other side.

Zhang Xiaofan put one hand behind his back and pointed the other hand holding the sword in front of him.

Even though he was wearing just an ordinary disciple uniform, the spectators could suddenly sense the domineering aura of a master.

……

"You've learned to act cool already? But I haven't taught you this yet! Um... You're worthy of being my disciple! You're worthy of being me!"

(End of this chapter)