Dragon Sovereign

"Kai"

the voice of coming out of the sheath rings, and the dazzling purple awn flashes away. No one can see Zhang Fan's action at that moment. Maybe they all went to see the gorgeous purple awn.

"Step forward, die"

the cold voice slowly spits out, without any emotional color. Zhang Fan looks at the man who stops quickly in front of him.

It's a real trouble for the man to change his position in a moment. Unfortunately, the man is too proud to rush straight, so that his opponent can understand his movement.

when the goal is determined, he can still run.

the people present are shocked again. The only idea is that Zhang Fan's action is really fast. At this time, he follows the man A few people were also a little surprised, and decided that the white robed boy was not vulgar. Because of Liu Yu's martial spirit, his speed was among the best in the whole Longwu college.

The man's whole body left a cold sweat, and the restless energy on his body became silent in an instant. The cold killing intention was extremely piercing, and his body was slightly stiff in an instant. When his eyes flashed and flustered, he couldn't believe it.

"Go away. If you come again, you won't be so lucky next time." Zhang Fan glanced at the man, and the sword went into the scabbard again. From the beginning to the end, Zhang Fan didn't appear any martial spirit.

The other two men and the two women were a little surprised. At this time, Zhang Fan's strength became mysterious in their eyes. What strength of the young man was so simple and direct, but full of endless murders

the black eyes turned and fell on the other two men. Then they took Ouyang xian'er's hand and walked over to the two men's heart God trembled, quickly stepped back, as if to see the devil coming towards them.

Zhang Fan glanced at the two people and lifted up the boss lying on the ground and said, "are you OK, uncle?"

"It's OK. I'm thick skinned." The middle-aged son's face pulled out an ugly smile, looked at the two men with fear, and whispered to Zhang Fan, "thank you."

Zhang Fan laughed and said, "ha ha, uncle, you're welcome. The sword is easy to use. Thank you."

After hearing this, the man nodded his head and felt ashamed. But after he sold the sword, he went back to think about it and felt a little embarrassed. What a good sword! It sold more than 1000 gold coins. He once thought that Zhang Fan was a young man's treachery, but now Zhang Fan has made a good change in his impression, and his heart is very good.

"You still don't go," Zhang Fan swept to the two men, and the cold voice came out from the end.

With Zhang Fan's words falling, the two men's bodies trembled slightly, then their faces showed a low look and said directly: "boy, we are from Longwu college. You won't feel better. We will come to you again."

After hearing Zhang Fan's words, the two men's faces changed. Because of his mystery and Zhang Fan's cruel words, they didn't dare to trade their hands. They took the two amazing women with them, as well as Zhang Fan Excited people, go out into the street.

After several people left, Zhang Fan's eyes fell on the middle-aged man again and said: "uncle, it's ok now, you haven't been hurt much"

"no, it's all skin injuries." The middle-aged man once again said with a smile, and then said: "little brother, thank you."

"Well." Zhang Fan nodded again, and then pulled Ouyang xian'er to go outside. At this time, many cheering voices came from all around again.

Ouyang xian'er holds Zhang Fan's arm, and her face is full of pride. This is her young master

"what is xian'er in Longwu academy?" Zhang Fan walks a distance, and his eyes fall on Ouyang xian'er again.

"Young master, Longwu college is the place to study. There are special teachers in the college to guide you to practice. If you perform well, you will be rewarded with the skill." Ouyang xian'er said with a smile.

"Then does our empire have?" Zhang Fan's heart slightly beat and couldn't help saying.

Ouyang xian'er gently shook his head and said in a low voice: "Liuyun country is a small country. Although the emperor always wanted to build a college, he has no qualified personnel, so it has been delayed until now. Among the small countries, Longwu College of Tianxing empire is better."

"There are better ones," Zhang Fan said with a pick on his brow.

"Well." Ouyang xian'er nodded seriously: "cangyun College of cangyun empire is the best college in the whole mainland, but it's extremely harsh to enter. It's not only demanding in talent, but also strict in martial spirit."

Zhang Fan after listening to gently nodded, also did not say anything.

"Young master, your talent is so good now. If you join the college, I believe young master will become better." Ouyang xian'er looked at Zhang Fan seriously and said.

Zhang Fan shook his head with a smile and said, "I've decided to practice myself."After listening, Ouyang xian'er's eyes fluctuated and said nothing more.

After a turn, just after returning to the family, Feng batian went to the door and asked directly after seeing Zhang Fan: "ling'er, is your injury better"

"well." Zhang Fan nodded and said: "now basically cured."

After hearing this, Feng batian vomited again, turned his right hand, and three Dan bottles appeared in his hand: "you can keep these three Dan medicines, which are convenient to use in the future."

"Father..." Zhang Fan was stunned.

Feng batian smiles, puts the pill in Zhang Fan's palm and says, "keep it well."

"Well." Zhang Fan nodded and finally took it back. Looking at Feng batian's back, he was moved again. After putting the bottle in the ring, he went back to his room to practice again. Although Feng batian never said much, he understood that Feng batian had high expectations for him, so he couldn't let Feng batian down.

A month later, in the martial arts hall, the noise is extremely lively. The boy who has been creating miracles, Zhang Fan has been creating miracles in the purple card warrior competition for a month. Maybe every battle will make Zhang Fan's body suffer a lot. Maybe every battle is a fluke, but Zhang Fan is in everyone's life In the heart is the invincible God of war.

At this time, Zhang Fan stood on the platform, his face was very pale, his body was agitated, his mouth was bleeding, but a long sword was on his opponent's neck.

Although Zhang Fan was extremely weak at this time, the spirit of killing on the sword was not reduced at all. It was cold and piercing, and the black eyes still had no emotion.

"You lost." Zhang Fan took a deep breath and said, looking at the man who had passed.

The man nodded gently and said for a long time, "thank you."

Because Zhang Fan could take his life this time, but Zhang Fan didn't do it, so he was grateful.

Zhang Fanqiang laughed, and then the dizziness came from his body, and the whole person lay upright again.

That man looks at Zhang Fan's appearance, again Leng next, Zhang Fan's strength is not very high, but that perseverance, is not he can compare.

In the battle between him and Zhang Fan, it's hard for him to understand how much trauma the other side has suffered, but the other side is holding on, seizing any chance, and vowing not to stop until the end

he may be the strength of martial arts master Sanpin, but he doesn't have the slightest regret in his heart. What the other side wins depends on is their own strength and skills

whistling down to fengba Tiantian's figure fell on the platform again, and directly picked up Zhang Fan's body and soared into the air. At the beginning, everyone might be a little surprised, but every time Zhangfan fought, fengbatian would take Zhang Fan away in this form, so after a long time, everyone got used to it, but there was a little worry in the eyes of fengbatian's figure.

Every battle, Zhang Fan will suffer a lot, about three or four days before a battle, but this battle is also a counterattack battle for Zhang Fan to step into the gold medal level of martial arts with the strength below a martial arts division level

at this time, three figures quickly run out, namely Ouyang xian'er, ye xiangxuan and her little girl Ziling.

In Feng's house, Feng batian looks at Zhang Fan who has been so traumatized. His heart is trembling and tiger eyes are full of worry. When he is in the seat, he can't imagine what Zhang Fan relies on. He insists on his patience for many times, and his heart is also full of suffering.

he sighs secretly. Feng batian takes out a pill bottle from his body, and a round pill appears in his hand Later, he put it in Zhang Fan's mouth. This month, he went to auctions many times, mainly to buy pills for healing. Feng batian, who seldom went to auctions, became a regular customer of auctions.

After taking pills, Zhang Fan's pale face recovered some ruddy, but the breath was still slightly weak.

The energy floats. Feng batian's right hand is on Zhang Fan's body, and the energy is transmitted into Zhang Fan's body.

When the door opened, Ouyang xian'er quickly came in with an anxious look. When she saw Zhang Fan lying on the bed, her eyes turned red and her tears fell down.

At this time, the footsteps sounded again, and the figures of Ye Xuan and Zi Ling also appeared in the room. When they saw Zhang Fan lying on the bed, their faces were worried.

Feng batian stood up and vomited a little. Her eyes floated and fell on the three girls. A smile appeared on her face and said, "Ling er's recovery ability is very fast. Now take the pill, and you should be able to recover the next day."

At this point, Feng batian's eyes fluctuate again, because every time Zhang Fan recovers, his breath will become stronger

in his body