C37 Dragon Martial Academy
C37 Dragon Martial Academy
"Come and eat."
Zhang Fan smiled as he handed Ouyang Xian`er a pair of chopsticks. Seeing that Ouyang Xian`er was recovering so well, his heart was naturally filled with joy.
"After dinner, I'll take you for a walk."
"Yes." When Ouyang Xian'er heard this, he happily nodded his head.
After the meal, Zhang Fan arrived as promised and brought along Ouyang Xian`er along the streets of Liu Yunguo. Zhang Fan was still dressed as he always had been, with a white robe and a long sword behind his back.
Ouyang Xian`er was dressed naturally, but her young age and beauty attracted the attention of many.
Looking at the gazes that would occasionally land on him, Zhang Fan turned to Ouyang Xian`er and said, "Xian`er, how beautiful are you? Look at all the people looking at you."
"Young master …" Hearing Zhang Fan's teasing, Ouyang Xian'er revealed an embarrassed expression. She lowered her head and was filled with bashfulness.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile as he brought Ouyang Xian`er around Floating Cloud Country. When they were passing by an intersection, he suddenly saw a large crowd gathered there. They were all curiously pulling Ouyang Xian`er along.
Arriving there, Zhang Fan discovered that there were three men in red and black robes, who were beating and kicking a person. Beside them were two women with arrogant expressions on their faces, standing at the side with cold eyes looking on.
With a slight frown, Zhang Fan's gaze landed on a person lying on the ground. Zhang Fan was very familiar with that man; he was the boss who bought the swords from before.
"F * ck, I've bought your weapon because I value you. You actually asked for such a high price. Do you know who I am?" The man pointed at the symbol on his body.
"I've heard that there's no raise in the prices of the academies, but you don't even look at the people …"
Looking at the man who was talking back to him, many of the onlookers revealed an angry expression. However, none of them rushed to stop him.
Zhang Fan frowned, then walked forward.
"What are all of you doing?"
As Zhang Fan's voice fell, the three men stopped moving and turned their heads to look at Zhang Fan.
"Who are you?" At this moment, a man's gaze landed on Zhang Fan. His brows were slightly creased, and his voice was ice-cold as he spoke.
Zhang Fan didn't say anything. He coldly looked at the man and said, "Let him go."
"Hur hur." The man laughed out loud and glanced at Zhang Fan with disdain, "Brat, do you know who we are?"
With that said, the man stuck out his chest, as if showing off something.
Zhang Fan swept his gaze over it and discovered that there were two words written between the lines on the robe, 'Dragon Martial' …
He didn't know what Long Wu was, so he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know. I only know that you're bullying the people of our Floating Cloud Country."
"Floating Cloud Country …" The man couldn't help but pout his lips with disdain.
"This young master really doesn't place such a small country in his eyes."
Zhang Fan frowned slightly as he stared coldly at the three men.
Seeing that Zhang Fan did not respond, his face slightly stiffened. Then, with a trace of strength in his right leg, he viciously kicked that man. His eyebrows rose and his expression was filled with provocation.
"Young Master." At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er quickly walked up and gently held onto Zhang Fan's arm as she said, "They are from Dragon Martial Academy."
"Dragon Martial Academy." Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with doubt.
"Yes, Dragon Martial Academy is an academy from the neighboring Heavenly Star Kingdom." Ouyang Xian'er explained.
A hint of curiosity appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes as he said, "The Heavenly Star Kingdom is very powerful."
"Yes." The overall power of our Sky Cloud Country is much stronger than ours, and Sky Star Country is also very big. " Ouyang Xian'er whispered into Zhang Fan's ear.
"What a beautiful little girl." A trace of infatuation appeared in the eyes of the three men as they examined Ouyang Xian`er from head to toe.
Ouyang Xian'er was startled as she hid behind Zhang Fan.
"Tsk tsk."
One of the men walked up with an evil smile on his face as his lips curled up slightly, "In such a small place like Floating Cloud Country, there's actually such a pretty girl? Not bad! Little girl, how about following big brother?"
After saying this, the man extended his hand out boldly, grabbing Ouyang Xian`er. He didn't place any importance on Zhang Fan at all.
A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's black eyes. He grabbed the man's arm with his right hand and said as he fixed his gaze on the man, "If you don't want to cripple your arm, then hurry up and scram."
The man's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. He clearly did not expect Zhang Fan's reaction speed to be so fast, and most importantly, the strength in Zhang Fan's hand. Right now, his arm seemed to have been clamped down by an iron claw, not moving at all.
He gave a cold snort, and a wave of energy instantly erupted from his body. His right arm shook, and the instant Zhang Fan's right hand was about to snap out of his grip, his right hand burst forth with another burst of power. With a look of disdain, he directly shot it towards Zhang Fan's chest.
Zhang Fan took a step back, kicking out with his right foot. A violet light flashed, and Zhang Fan somersaulted to the ground. The man stared at him, and took a few steps back before coming to a stop.
"Good job, Young Master Feng." The surrounding people were clearly Feng Ling's men, and they immediately began to cheer for him.
"Liu Yu, can you still not do it? I'll do it." The voice of the other man rang out. Disdain appeared in his eyes as he looked at the man Zhang Fan had kicked back to him.
The man's body trembled, obviously agitated. When he looked at the white-robed youth, his expression darkened.
"Phew."
The man's back twitched as he brandished his sword. With a low growl, he charged towards Zhang Fan with a sharp aura.
"Play with my sword!"
Zhang Fan couldn't help but sneer as a cold light flashed in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced with his bare hands. With a flash of purple light, he arrived in front of the man.
He spread out his right hand, and a spiralling force appeared in a flash. The man didn't even have time to react before he felt a force pulling him over.
"Bang." Zhang Fan's movements were very fast. He used his other hand to instantly check the position of the man's sword hilt. His right hand carried a wave of force as it struck the man's chest.
While the man was retreating, he only felt his right hand was empty, and the sword had already landed on his opponent's body.
The resplendent purple light carried a whistling sound as it landed on the man's neck. His black eyes carried a cold glint as his sword trembled. The chilling aura caused the man to feel as if he had entered an icehouse. His entire body felt cold.
Panic appeared on his face, and he no longer dared to make any unusual movements. The feeling he got from Zhang Fan was that he was moving a bit, so the sword would probably stab him down if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Everyone present was stunned at the same time, and cheers sounded out from the surrounding people at the same time.
That man's face was filled with ugliness and shame. It was such an indescribable humiliation that he was actually defeated by a young man …
"I have to start over. I haven't even used my martial soul yet." The man's heart trembled as he blurted out these words. Initially, he did not feel the slightest disdain towards the youth in front of him. That was also the reason why he was taken by him before he could release his martial spirit.
Zhang Fan glanced at the man indifferently. With a trace of a smile on his face, he said, "I don't know what Dragon Martial Academy is, and I don't know what Heavenly Star Empire is, but if they're really strong, then I feel really regretful that someone like you has come out." "You can't even beat me, a citizen of Floating Cloud Country!"
Who doesn't know how to mock Zhang Fan?" Naked. It is still hard to bear to see your face be smacked so brazenly … "Ahh!
The expressions of the other two men became gloomy.
The face of the man on Zhang Fanjian's neck turned even redder as he looked at Zhang Fan with a pair of cold eyes. "Brat, don't be so arrogant. If you have the guts, start over."
"Sure." Zhang Fan sneered and indifferently swept his gaze over the man. His hand left the man's neck. However, in that instant, the man suddenly felt a scorching pain on his face.
"Dingdang!"
The sound of a sword dropping on the ground rang out. The man touched his face and raised his head to look at Zhang Fan. His face became even redder. Zhang Fan had actually smacked him once on the face with his sword …
Shame, absolute humiliation. The man's entire body trembled as he bent down to pick up the sword. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at Zhang Fan. If he didn't kill this young man, it would be difficult to quell the hatred in his heart.
He opened his right hand, and a mass of energy rose up.
The instant the man clenched his right hand, a ray of light flowed through his body. A cold light flashed, and the killing intent in the man's eyes deepened. He looked coldly at Zhang Fan and said, "Today, I will kill you!"
The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up slightly. He waved his hand without any intention of displaying his martial soul.
provocative disdain
The man started to tremble. Gritting his teeth, he let out a low growl as he charged at Zhang Fan at an extremely fast speed. The only thing he could leave behind was an afterimage.
The man's actions instantly caused the surrounding people to cry out in alarm and retreat far away. Perhaps the battle that was about to follow would become more intense.
In less than a second, the man arrived at Zhang Fan's side. The sharp edge of the sword in his hand pierced towards Zhang Fan's body.
Zhang Fan was a little surprised, the opponent's martial soul seemed to be extremely fast, but in terms of speed, the speed of his sword was much faster. Since he was young, the fastest time he had been practicing sword arts was when he had been practicing sword arts, it was just a frontal stab without any techniques. He had practiced this for a whole year, and he could still clearly remember that the old man had supervised him every day, and every day he would come down to ask him what he had comprehended.
One year later, when the old man asked him what he had comprehended, Zhang Fan only told him one thing, and that was fast …