Ancient Divine Dragon Transform

"He really is a fool." "He doesn't even know who his opponent is."

"Idiot, Eldest Brother even defeated Nangong Waner, would he admit defeat?"

"You're a direct disciple? Is your head full of water?"

One word after another, Xu Jin's face turned green from anger. The Longsword was unsheathed, and without even greeting him, it fiercely slashed at Yun Fan.

Yun Fan retreated a step and smashed his fist against the sword blade, blocking the attack of the Longsword.

"I have a bit of strength, but if you think that you can beat me after defeating Nangong Waner, then you're completely wrong."

The Longsword burst out a bright light and slowly extended towards the sword tip. It quickly turned into a roaring dragon of light and ferociously charged forward.

"You don't have a concept, I do too. Golden Dragon Breaks the Sky! "

Bringing along the Intention of Gold, the Light Dragon unstoppably charged towards Yun Fan. Yun Fan leisurely swung out his fist.

The Intention of Earth of the Second Level of Emptiness Stage.

With the huge impact, Yun Fan flew out. Before he could even stand up, Xu Jin's Longsword had already arrived.

"I forgot to mention, my Intention of Gold is also a Second Level of Emptiness Stage. "It's too late to admit defeat now. Go and die!"

Another light dragon rushed out, this time, it was much larger than last time, and in the midst of everyone's shocked cries, Yun Fan once again swung his fist.

"Overestimating your capabilities …" "No, that's impossible!"

Just as Xu Jin's words left his mouth, he saw the overweeningly arrogant Guang Long being dispersed by that weak fist.

This time, his attack was even stronger than before. Previously, he was able to force his opponent to retreat, but this time, he didn't even move.

"Hehe, the direct disciples of the sect are really powerful. If I didn't have some trump cards, I would have died just now. Thank you so much for your guidance, Senior Brother, please take a punch from me now. "

As he punched out, the wind blew.

Strong gales started to blow around him, with Yun Fan's fist as the center, the strong winds started to swirl and shrink rapidly. An earthen yellow glow radiated from his fist, and like a container, it gradually wrapped around the whirlwind.

The earthen yellow light wrapped around the whirlwind and rushed out like a round bomb, clashing with the light dragons released by the Longsword.

Boom!

A figure was sent flying and before it could land, it spewed out a rain of blood.

His body flew out of the arena, sliding for a hundred meters before crashing into the ground. If not for the Large Competition Field supported by the formation, it was likely that a big hole would have already appeared on the ground.

Due to the augmentation from the formation, the impact was even stronger. His body bounced a few times on the floor, leaving behind a trail of blood.

The disciple next to him took a closer look. If it wasn't Xu Jin, then who else could it be?

"Tsk, what are you being so arrogant for?" You truly overestimate your own strength. You can't even withstand a single punch from Eldest Brother. "

"He's even a direct disciple, it's such a waste of resources!"

Xu Jin, who was just about to stand up, couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood when he heard the surrounding disciples' quiet discussion. His legs went limp as he abruptly fell to the ground.

"Faint? Is Transcending Mortality Stage really like that? "

"Tsk, what do you know? It must be an act. Think about it, after all, he is a direct disciple, if he were to open his eyes now, where would he be able to put his face! "

Large Competition Field and market were the same, noisy.

In the audience seating area, Xu Guanghui curled his lips: "It's really damaging!"

"Elder Xu, this is something that only official Zhou is allowed to do, you are not allowed to light any lanterns!" Previously, when Waner lost, you were not this angry! "

Xu Guanghui looked at Gongliang Bo, and his gaze moved to An Zhengping.

"Don't look at me like that, my request isn't that high. I just need to let that kid An Yongqiang have his way."

After the third round, there were only eight people left. Amongst all of them, Yun Fan knew quite a few of them. An Yongqiang, Feng Hun and Baili Wuhen!

To be able to fight to this extent, the remaining four disciples had at least reached the eighth level of Essence Accumulation Stage. Of course, there were also some elements of luck.

The drawing of lots started once again. What made Yun Fan depressed was that this time, he got the same draw as last time, another two draws. Even he himself was wondering if he was a bit stupid.

Yang Ningshuang rolled his eyes at Yun Fan, he raised his head and looked at Stage Two, and smiled.

"This arena number two is really lucky, all those who are going up are direct disciples!"

Yun Fan raised his head to look, and saw that the person who was standing on the stage was An Yongqiang.

Different from Yun Fan, An Yongqiang was very happy that he drew two. After witnessing Yun Fan's strength, the people he did not want to meet the most were Baili Wuhen and Yun Fan.

Watching Baili Wuhen walk towards Stage One, he could not help but be secretly happy.

After all, Yun Fan that guy got 2 points both times?

As long as it wasn't him, he would be in the top four. After getting rid of the weakest one, he would be able to participate in the battle of Dragon Ranking.

With a happy expression on his face, he looked towards the other stages. He saw that the people from the other stages had already gone up. As for his arena, there was no reaction for a long time. Suddenly an ominous feeling welled up.

Damn, could it be such a coincidence?

"Yun Fan, you drew another 2?"

"Mmm, my luck is really bad. I always get 2."

Yun Fan nodded and walked up. There were only four numbers in total, and this 2 seemed to stick to him.

The corner of An Yongqiang's mouth twitched.

The heck, what do you mean by 'your luck isn't good'? It's f * cking bad luck for me!

Who the fuck can't you fight, but I can't. If he lost, wouldn't he have no chance?

Regardless of whether it was Nangong Waner or Xu Jin, they didn't have the ability to challenge him in their current state. If he lost, even if Yun Fan showed mercy, he would only be facing Baili Wuhen and Feng Hun.

He had originally thought that after this round, when he faced Feng Hun in the next round, he would have an eighty percent chance. Now, there was no chance at all.

"That... I want to admit defeat! "

An Yongqiang was silent for a long time before he finally spoke. Only by conceding defeat would he be able to maintain his current state, and at that time, he could still challenge Feng Hun.

"Senior Brother, you are a direct disciple, this is not too good right? You are humiliating the direct disciple! If I agree, didn't I already hate those senior direct disciples? "

Yun Fan had a difficult expression on his face, which made An Yongqiang really want to curse.

If you don't agree, then don't hate me? As long as you are a direct disciple, who the hell doesn't hate you?

An Yongqiang still wanted to speak when he saw Yun Fan slowly extend his fist.

"Senior Brother, give me some pointers!"

Teach your sister, do you even need to f * cking teach her?

An Yongqiang was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only swing his spear and fiercely thrust it towards his fist.

He had used all his strength in this strike. Having learned from the mistakes of Nangong Waner and Xu Jin, he did not dare to hold back anymore.

However, First Level of Transcending Mortality Stage and the full force of a martial skill only caused the opponent's fist to stop moving. He didn't dare give his opponent another chance, and his long spear abruptly trembled as it transformed into a stream of light that shot out.

The light gradually grew larger, just like a comet. The air behind twisted, forming a tail under the light.