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"good."

Without hesitation, Mu Fan agreed frankly.

"Is this guy crazy?"

All the brothers of the Lin family were dumbfounded and opened their mouths wide open in a dumbfounded state.

Sujin was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and Mu Fan was only in the early stage of Golden Core.

The disparity in mana is too great, even if they think about it, Mu Fan has no chance of winning.

Lin Jinxu quietly tugged on Sujin's sleeve, intending to make her let go.

"I know the severity."

Sujin's soft and soft voice floated into his ears: "But, swords have no eyes, I really hurt him, and there is nothing I can do."

"Ahem."

Lin Jinxu choked on his throat with a mouthful of saliva.

*

The old man made the decision and approved Lin Xiaoyang's proposal, allowing Mu Fan to challenge Sujin.

In the martial arts arena, the two stood opposite each other.

Sujin was dressed in white, holding a harp, floating like a fairy.

Mu Fanmo wore black clothes, and the Executioner Executioner Sword was unsheathed, and flew into his palm automatically.

"let's start!"

With the order of Lord Zhen Guo, Su Jin's sword was lifted into the air, the harp was spinning between her wrists, and her slender jade fingers cut through the strings. The surging ice spiritual power, following the sound of the piano, condensed into countless sharp ice cones, which descended densely from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Fan stepped on the flying sword and quickly lifted into the air, swiping the sword to cut off the ice cone.

Su Jin raised her eyebrows lightly, the sound of the piano changed slightly, and ice cones turned into snowflakes falling from the sky.

Snowflakes flew with the cold wind, surrounding Mu Fan layer by layer, and his body was covered with a layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"break!"

Mu Fan mobilized his strong spiritual power to shatter the frost, the sword light danced and circled, and all the snowflakes lingering around him melted.

Su Jin's mind moved slightly, the sound of the piano changed again and again, and the ice blade was like a flowing scimitar, layered on top of each other, spinning and whistling away at high speed.

Mu Fan was fearless, allowing the ice blade to cut scars on his body, dripping with blood, as if he was not afraid of death, he rushed towards Su Jin facing the sound of the piano.

Su Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and her heart trembled in shock at his desperate playing style, and her movement of plucking the strings stopped slightly.

The opportunity was fleeting, Mu Fan mobilized his whole body's mana, and flew away like a dazzling stream of light.

"ah!"

Su Jin exclaimed, and at the moment when her mind was a little flustered, the Evil Execution Sword had come to her eyes and stopped three inches between her eyebrows.

"you win."

She looked at the blood-soaked boy, smiled in relief, and floated to the ground with the harp in her arms.

"Su Jin, how are you, are you injured?"

Lin Jinxu rushed into the arena quickly, looked her up from head to toe pretending to be full of concern, winked secretly, and exchanged a knowing look.

"I'm fine."

Su Jin looked at his pretending acting quite amusedly, the corners of her lips curled into a charming arc.

"Mu Fan."

Lin Qingluo flew into the arena at the same time, caressing Mu Fan's cut scars and blood dripping face, full of distress.

"A little injury, it's okay."

Mu Fan held his sister's hand, pulled it away from his face, and comforted her in turn.

"Fool, why did you agree?"

Lin Qingluo's eyes were filled with tears, her heart ached unbearably, and an inexplicable anger surged up.

"For my sister, I'm not afraid of anything."

Mu Fan clenched his sister's hand tightly and reluctantly let go.

Lin Qingluo was annoyed: "Swear to the demons of your heart and be controlled by others for the rest of your life. Do you really want to do this?"

"If this person is my sister, Mu Fan will have no complaints or regrets."

A trace of attachment flashed in Mu Fan's eyes, it was almost invisible.

"You man, let me tell you what's good about you?"

Lin Qingluo's mood was complicated, and she was still full of disapproval.

"Mu Fan, since you won, we can promise you the oath."