Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"Three styles of Qingfeng!"

Guan Zhao just gathered some momentum and then swung his sword lightly.

As if a breeze was blowing across his face, an erratic sword energy slowly shot toward where Ye Fan was standing.

"Good sword moves!"

Ye Fan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated.

Guan Zhao had the upper hand with this move, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take advantage of the victory. Instead, he waved a few more times on the same spot, like a dancer at dusk, making people unpredictable.

"What a lofty artistic conception!"

In mid-air, several Gold Core ancestors looked surprised, watching Guan Zhao's movements intently.

"I didn't expect that this man's understanding is so high! Is this really a swordsmanship that he learned by himself?"

Ye Fan felt so stressed that he had retreated to the edge of the ring.

Don't look at the Guan Zhao blowing like a willow in the breeze, but he seems to have waved it randomly a few times.

In fact, in order to use these sword-style moves, Guan Zhao had exhausted all his mana and spiritual energy, accumulating his momentum to a terrifying peak.

As long as Ye Fan responds improperly, he will be seriously injured.

"If I had to carry it hard, it would at least be equivalent to a blow from the Foundation Building Late Stage! I should still be able to withstand it, but I will be somewhat injured."

"Unfortunately, although his 'Three Qingfeng Styles' are very clever, they can only be used once. If the opponent is able to withstand it, he will have no choice but to catch him after he uses the trick and exhausts all his strength."

Ye Fan retreated while thinking about strategies.

"Yes!"

Soon, an idea flashed in Ye Fan's mind and he immediately came up with a good idea.

He immediately cast a spell and spread dozens of royal shields around himself.

After that, Ye Fan controlled his "Qinglan Sword" with his spiritual thoughts, looked at several directions, and struck dozens of random blows in each direction.

"boom!"

On the arena, a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing Ye Fan and Guan Zhao to stagger.

When the strong wind dissipated, Ye Fan stood in the corner of the ring panting heavily.

Guan Zhao, on the other hand, was so tired that he squatted on the ground. There were some scars on his body, but fortunately they were not serious.

"Yes, this little guy's breaking method is quite original."

"Exactly, the power of these three sword moves is astonishing, far beyond the skill of the perpetrator. It is like superimposing dozens of full-force blows from the perpetrator. It is indeed difficult for ordinary monks of the same level to crack it. "

"But this little guy did the opposite. Instead of confronting him head-on, he spotted the loopholes in the sword moves, disrupted the Qi movement, and made the three sword moves out of control. In the end, they could only change. A chaotic mess of spiritual energy.”

"Yes, these two little guys are both geniuses!"

Several Gold Core ancestors began to discuss quietly in the air.

"Junior Brother Guan, are you okay?"

On the ring, Fan came to the controller and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted."

Guan Zhao smiled bitterly.

These three sword moves were created by chance when he entered a state of pause when he was practicing swordplay.

In the past, it had always been invincible. When facing opponents of the same level, it was always a crushing situation.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan saw the flaw in the sword move today.

"Senior brother Ye, you are indeed smarter than me! Junior brother admires you!"

After a long time, Guan Zhao regained some strength, stood up and bowed his hands to Ye Fan.

"Haha, it's okay, junior brother. Today's competition should be suspended, right?"

Ye Fan glanced down at the ring and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

In order to hone their sword skills, I and the other sword cultivators made Shi He and the others wait in vain all day.

It seems that we need to make a quick decision tomorrow to prevent everyone from going crazy.

The next morning, Ye Fan stopped holding back. He quickly decided every game and controlled the rhythm. Soon, he was the first to complete all the competitions. With ten battles and ten victories, he had already secured the first place in the sect. ranking.

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"Congratulations to Senior Brother Ye for becoming a true disciple!"

Peng Yongning, Liu Yuping, Guan Zhao, Shi He and others all came to congratulate!

According to the regulations of the Xuan Shuang Sect, the first ranked disciple of the sect becomes the true disciple of the sect, the second and third ranked disciples become the core disciples of the sect, and the fourth to tenth ranked disciples become the inner disciples of the sect.

In addition, among the top fifty in the sect's competition, the other 40 disciples who did not enter the qualifying round will automatically become the sect's inner disciples.

"Thank you all! You should be able to become true disciples soon, I am just a few years ahead of schedule.

Ye Fan shook his head disapprovingly.

A few people chatted for a while and stood in the ring to announce the end of the Low Grade competition.

After the last two competitions were over, Shao Huiquan announced the results of this sect competition on the spot.

"Ye Fan won first place in this sect competition and was rewarded with a Foundation Building Pill and a High Grade Spirit Weapon, and was directly promoted to a true disciple of the sect!"

"Guan Zhao......"

As Shao Huiquan's voice spread far away, the entire Xuanshuang Sect knew the news.

"Ye Fan? Who is Ye Fan?"

Because he usually keeps a low profile and is not one of the sect's key training targets, many people don't know Ye Fan's identity, so they ask each other about it.

"It takes thirty years to sharpen a sword!"

In Yanwu Square, Ye Fan was in a trance.

It had been exactly thirty-one years since he entered the Xuan Shuang Sect, and he had finally accumulated a lot of experience and achieved results that even he himself could not believe.

"I finally got rid of my identity as an outer disciple! Apart from that, my identity as a true disciple is of little use to me."

After a long time, Ye Fan exhaled a long breath of turbid air from his chest.

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