Chapter 136: The Terrifying Yang Fan (Third Update! Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendation Tickets!)

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  Splash...

  "Ní Jiàn Píng! Yáng Fán!"

  Translation: "Nee Jianping! Yang Fan!"

  "Li Yifeng! Li Yifeng! Li Yifeng..."

  The area where the disciples of Imperial New Star Hall were located suddenly erupted in cheers like mountains and seas, and the names of Ni Jianping and Yang Fan only appeared for an instant before being completely overwhelmed by Li Yifeng's name, especially some 'female' disciples who screamed almost frantically.

  No choice, Nee Jianping and Yang Fan were incredibly powerful, but compared to the rich and handsome Li Yifeng with excellent relationships, their popularity in the Imperial Newcomer's Hall was far inferior. Especially among the 'female' disciples, Li Yifeng was the white prince in the hearts of many 'female' disciples.

  The old man slightly furrowed his brow, and his sharp gaze suddenly swept towards the area where the new disciples of the Imperial Sect were located. The strong pressure instantly made everyone quiet down before he continued to say: "Fourth, Daqian Kingdom's Míng Hào, 9th rank Martial Emperor..."

  Although it's known that interrupting is impolite, the area of Daqian Kingdom adjacent to Zhongyuan Kingdom still erupted into a brief cheer. Ximeng Hao, sitting right in front and only a few meters away from Chen Huan, stood up with an air of arrogance, clasped his fists together in respect towards the dignitaries of Daqian Kingdom. Then, he looked at Chen Huan with a provocative and sinister gaze, but unfortunately, Chen Huan's expression didn't change in the slightest, not even looking at him...

  "Pfft! Delusional, just a seeded player, this idiot really thinks he's made it to the top five..." Dong Fang Jun said with a scolding tone, his face even more arrogant and proud, filled with disdain as he looked at Yi Ming Hao.

  "The fifth, Da Sheng Wang Guo Han Tai Lian, Ninth Rank Emperor!"

  The elder announced the last seed player's name. Upon hearing this name, Chen Huan's gaze involuntarily turned towards the area that erupted in cheers, not because of her identity as a 'female' but because this Dantai Lian was one of the top experts emphasized by Huang Qi to be the greatest threat to Chen Huan. A 9th rank Emperor, even an ordinary 9th rank Emperor, possessed terrifying combat strength. Let alone the fact that she was only a 19-year-old super genius.

  "As expected, a beautiful woman... just like Hua Lian... cough, cough..." Dong Fang Jun said with a sudden gleam in his eyes, originally wanting to say that she was similar to Hua Lian Wu Zi, but he didn't finish what he was saying.

  She is indeed a beautiful woman. Her identity makes her look weak and fragile, in the pink long dress, like her name, like a lotus flower that comes out of the mud but is not stained, washed clean by the clear water but not seductive, skin as white as snow, eyebrows and eyes like a painting. Such a delicate and weak woman, no one can associate her with a master. But her threat to Chen Huan was ranked fourth by Huang Qi, only after the three martial arts masters, even surpassing Yi Ming Hao.

  ……

  "The five seed players are divided into groups one to five in the order just now. Please ask other contestants to come on stage and 'draw' lots!"

  Just then, the old man loudly announced that as he spoke, a referee appeared in the center of the arena, holding a huge black lottery box.

  Whoosh!

  In an instant, figures rose into the air one after another, rushing to the stage in a flurry of excitement, each with a solemn expression and a hint of tension.

  "Line up, come in order, 'draw' well, and bring the sign to the judging table for registration in five groups." The old man reminded.

  ……

  "No way... I'm in group one!"

  "Action", group two...

  "Phew... okay, four groups..."

  The disciples who drew the lots, after drawing them, suddenly had some who were depressed and some who were lucky. Apparently no one expected that the first three groups would be the three strongest Wu Zong-level disciples, and they were also the most powerful new disciples of the Imperial Clan. Who would want to run into them?

  It can also be seen from the mouths of many disciples that everyone thinks of Group 4 and Group 5, especially Group 5.

  That's a beautiful woman, the Ninth Rank Emperor, although also very powerful, but can exchange blows with such an absolute beauty, losing is also worth it. Moreover, more importantly, this absolute beauty, Dan Tai Xuan, has a good reputation. In the eight-country preliminary round, no one was killed, nor was anyone seriously injured, all were lightly wounded and won, or the opponent surrendered.

  "Wahahaha...... Group 5, Chen Huan, Jian Ge, I'm in group 5...... Ga ga......" Dongfang Jun, who was the first to draw a lottery, exclaimed excitedly when he saw the group number and serial number on his lottery ticket.

  "Four groups..." Dongfang Jian said as he followed suit and walked towards the registration area of the four groups.

  Chen Hao's expression was calm and he casually pulled out his own, but after taking a glance, he slightly froze. Although he didn't care, wasn't his luck too good?

  "Seriously?" Dongfang Jun and Dongfang Jian felt a sense of tragic fate for Chen Huan as they watched him walk towards the group with his sign.

  Chen Hao is the strongest of the three and has the most hope. If he can make it to the fourth or fifth group, even if Chen Hao faces Ming Hao and Mei 'female', he still has a 30% chance of winning. But against the second product Wu Zong in the previous group, there is no chance of winning at all. In other words, the first place in the small group must be Nie Jianping, and Chen Hao can only compete for second place. This is equivalent to losing half of the opportunity.

  ……

  "The match officially begins! Player number one from Empire New Star, Ní Jiàn Píng, and player number two from Wu Xiang Kingdom, Lǐ Guó Hào, take the stage!" The judge's loud voice echoed throughout the arena.

  "I give up!"

  Li Guohao's disciple unexpectedly shouted loudly without going on stage.

  The judge directly declared Nai Jianping's victory and invited Yang Fan, No. 1 of Group B, and No. 2 to the stage.

  Number Two was a ninth-grade martial emperor from the province of Xing, who knew that his chances of winning were slim, but still bravely took to the stage. According to his understanding, Yang Fan was originally ranked last among the five major temple disciples in the empire, and only gained the qualification as a seeded player this time because he was the first to advance to the Martial Ancestor. And Yang Fan's ordinary appearance, ordinary aura, somehow made him feel no fear at all.

  But...

  When Yang Fan appeared on stage with a sword in one hand, Li Yifeng, who was handsome and majestic, had a hint of pity in his eyes. Throughout the entire Imperial Newcomer's Hall, Yang Fan, although the leader of the White Tiger Hall, had never drawn his sword before, despite showing off his powerful strength. Only Li Yifeng truly understood Yang Fan.

  Li Yifeng was well aware that tomorrow's sun would be something this ninth-grade martial emperor could no longer see...

  The reason is simple. The group stage and the top ten ranking match are both round-robin matches. The top two scorers in the group will advance to the top ten from the group. Those who score in the top five of the top ten will qualify for the Bai Chao Ranking. Killing one person means that this person's points can only be obtained by you. Compared to the Eight Nations Newcomer Trial, it is even more cruel...

  Now Yang Fan draws his sword and takes the stage, what does it mean?

  He will draw his sword.

  A sword drawn will always be stained with blood!

  ……

  "Wow... Yang Fan Shixiong has drawn his sword! I've never seen him use a sword before..."

  "Yang Fan Shixiong has always been low-key. The top ranking of the Five Great Halls, never used a sword before, this time he's probably really serious!"

  "It's strange, isn't Yang Fan senior skilled in fist and footwork? His sword is obviously not a spiritual instrument, or else how could he hold it on stage..."

  "Who knows. Yang Fan, the senior brother, must have a spiritual artifact, he is the disciple of the top family in the empire, the Yang family, although not the main line, but the Yang family attaches great importance to him, how could he not have a spiritual artifact?"

  ……

  Chen Haomin's sharp hearing caught the whispers of the new disciples in the Imperial New Hall, his eyes gleaming with a hint of 'essence' as he gazed at the ordinary-looking young man who had once smiled at him. From deep within, he felt that this unassuming youth was not as simple as he seemed on the surface. When things go against the norm, there must be a demon at work. Could it really be that ordinary for him to become a seed candidate?

  ……

  Boom!

  When the two of them stepped onto the stage, the edge of the stage suddenly shone with a dazzling light, and in an instant, a transparent energy barrier appeared around the entire stage.

  Chen Hao and the other inexperienced disciples suddenly widened their eyes. Yang Fan and that young man had instantly enlarged several times, clearly presented in front of them.

  "The game is on!"

  Boom! Boom!

  As the judge's voice fell, the young man of the ninth-grade martial emperor suddenly stepped forward with his feet, and his body moved swiftly like lightning. The protective aura around him also rose to its peak. Faced with Yang Fan in the realm of martial arts, this young man was clearly going to adopt a roaming fighting style, and at the right moment, he would launch a fatal blow. Only by doing so did he have a glimmer of hope for victory.

  Looking back at Yang Fan, who had no expression on his face, his eyes slowly narrowed, and the treasure sword in his hand trembled slightly. Suddenly, his figure seemed to turn into a wisp of clear wind, disappearing from everyone's sight.

  Clang!

  The sound of a treasured sword being unsheathed rang out, and a cold, fierce light burst forth in an instant, like a dazzling smoke flower, causing Chen Huan's eyes to suddenly narrow, and he exclaimed in shock: "Impressive!"

  At the same time, the top master on the chairman's stage also changed his calm expression slightly.

  Pfft!

  A dull, muffled sound appeared almost simultaneously. Except for the top masters on the chairman's stage and those above the Wu Zong boundary below the stage, as well as Chen Huan with his abnormal talent, no one saw Yang Fan draw his sword, swing it, and return it to its scabbard. They only saw Yang Fan return to his original position. The Ninth-Grade Martial Emperor also stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with incredulity and terror, and for half a second, he froze before a blood arrow shot out of his throat with a "puff" sound.

  One sword seals the throat!

  The entire martial arts arena was filled with a chilling sound of gasps.

  Yang Fan's expression didn't change in the slightest, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him. An ordinary figure, an ordinary face, an ordinary aura...

  But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, it has become extremely terrifying, 'Mao' is horrified. Especially some 'drawn' to Yang Fan's group, still trying to defeat him, these talented disciples suddenly suppressed that thought. Ninth-grade Martial Emperor, can't even get past one move, what kind of strength is this?

  "' Capability'...... Is it really just being more handsome than him, this one advantage?"

  Li Yifeng muttered under his breath, feeling extremely jealous of Yang Fan, who had disguised himself as a Master. At the same time, he also felt a hint of fear in his heart. Originally, he thought that facing Yang Fan would give him at least a 40% chance of winning, but now it seemed that even a 30% chance was uncertain.

  "Yang Fan wins first place! Three points!"

  The barrier dissipated, and Yang Fan calmly returned to Li Yifeng's side.

  "What are you looking at? You're not even as handsome as me... 'Damn'! Is it just one move? I only used half a move to end the match!" Li Yifeng said with a sullen expression, already standing up while speaking. As the number one of Group Three, he should also take the stage now.

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