Dragon Sovereign

A day passed quickly. At this time, Zhang Fan understood that what he had just said was not for nothing. They were all frantically attacking, including the least brave Fatty. On his body, Zhang Fan saw a trace of perseverance.    

    

At night, the group roasted the bodies of the magical beasts they had killed. Although the food was a bit unpalatable, it was enough to satisfy their hunger.    

    

"The hunt this time is not bad." Zhang Fan said to the others after he had eaten his fill.    

    

It was as if Zhang Fan's words had given them a lot of pride, including Fatty. However, when the fatty straightened his body, his round belly had become even more prominent, making him look somewhat comical, but no one laughed at him at this moment because the fatty's performance in the hunt was exceptionally outstanding. The characteristic defense of his Martial Spirit helped them block the attack.    

    

When you return to the academy tomorrow, all of you should rest well and train well without letting down a single point. There is still the Sky Scourge, the timid ones need not, the cowardly ones need not, and the cowardly ones do not want, and no matter how weak he is, if he possesses perseverance, then he will accept it.    

    

Zhang Fan's face was filled with indifference as he said, "Also, the Scourge is a team. The ones gathered together are brothers. "I want to ask, what is brother?"    

    

Zhang Fan's ice-cold eyes swept across the audience, but no one replied. He snorted coldly and said, "Brother is someone who can leave his back to others! Brother is someone who has shared good fortune with bad ones! Brother is someone who has seen his own back hurt! Even if the opponent is a senior, he still won't give up!"    

    

The few of them trembled once more. As Zhang Fan's words fell, they sucked in a deep breath, as if they were suppressing something.    

    

"Alright, you guys rest well now. I'll keep vigil!" Zhang Fan said indifferently. With a purple glow circulating around his body, he soared into the sky and landed on a tree branch. His perception spread out once more as he closed his eyes to cultivate.    

    

Seeing Zhang Fan's move, a few people were once again surprised. The feeling Zhang Fan's body gave him earlier was very light. When he flew up, they had the illusion that Zhang Fan's victory had reached the realm of a Martial King.    

    

However, Zhang Fan soon gave up on this idea. With the realm of a Martial King, it would be easy for the opponent to be a Fourth Martial Stage expert. However, Zhang Fan had put in a lot of effort to deal with the magical beasts, but the perfect hunting technique still left them in a state of shock.    

    

The next day, several people opened their eyes and immediately looked up towards the tree branch, only to discover that Zhang Fan was nowhere to be seen. At the same time, the sound of footsteps could be heard, and Zhang Fan walked over using his robe to make some fruits.    

    

At this moment, they simultaneously thought of Zhang Fan's words, "Let's share the blessings with each other."    

    

After eating the fruit, Zhang Fan opened his right hand and a crystal appeared in it. He said, "I ran into a magical beast."    

    

After seeing this, Fatty's eyes lit up and he quickly received it. After which, he chuckled and said, "Time to go back, distribute."    

    

"Let's go back," Zhang Fan said as he sighed.    

    

After reading it, the few of them followed after him.    

    

On the way back, they would still run into some magical beasts. Every time they came across a rank 2 or 3 beast, they would once again witness Zhang Fan's hunting skill. This was absolutely a visual enjoyment.    

    

When there was still some time before the exit, they suddenly stopped and a small group blocked their path.    

    

It wasn't just anyone else who had asked Zhang Fan and the others for their help earlier.    

    

"Brat, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The leader of the group held a long saber in his hand as he sized up Zhang Fan and the others with a sneer on his face.    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Zhang Fan chuckled. His face was abnormally relaxed, without the slightest hint of fear. He said, "What do you want?"    

    

"Cripple you!" The corner of the man's mouth curled up and a sneer appeared on his face. The aura of a Martial Grand Master appeared as he spoke, and his gaze became even colder.    

    

However, at this moment, the man's face revealed a surprised expression. He saw that none of them were afraid in the slightest, and they were all looking at him with cold gazes.    

    

"Very good, very good!" The man said two very good words in quick succession. His gaze flickered and his face became even colder. "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Your father will let you understand the rules of this academy today."    

    

"You?"    

    

A hint of disdain appeared on Zhang Fan's face.    

    

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. Was this a provocation? Inwardly, he was somewhat angry. It seemed that he hadn't met anyone who dared to provoke him in public for a very long time …    

    

The long blade hummed as it landed on his palm. He spread out his left hand, and a bright light appeared. It was the soul of a weapon. It was a long blade.    

    

Surprise appeared on his face. It seemed like this person also had a high grade martial spirit, but he had seen many high grade martial spirits in the Martial Arts Hall. He was afraid … even if this person's martial spirit was a top grade martial spirit, Zhang Fan was not afraid in the slightest.    

    

Your edge is able to contend against Xuanyuan Po's smirk, the disdain on Zhang Fan's face deepened.    

    

"You're courting death!" The man shouted in a low voice as his left hand instantly clenched into a fist. His body soared into the sky like a tornado. His long black hair fluttered in the wind as the long blade in his hand swung horizontally.    

    

Sensing the violent energy coming from the other party, Zhang Fan's Purple Clouds Divine Art also started to circulate within his body.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

An ear-piercing sound of friction could be heard. No one saw Zhang Fan's movements, but the long sword fell into his hands. Seeing the incoming man, he did not retreat, but instead advanced forward. His feet moved in a blur, and his face did not show the slightest fear.    

    

He had fought Martial Kings before, but the pressure on the men was much greater.    

    

The man saw Zhang Fan fearlessly snort. Zhang Fan didn't even use his martial spirit. 'Is he arrogant? Or is he confident in his own strength?'    

    

He didn't understand how this could arouse his anger, but if he was angered, then his opponent would welcome him with a crazy blow.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

The moment they came into contact, Zhang Fan could clearly feel a terrifying force coming from his opponent's saber. His expression changed slightly as the Purple Clouds technique on the sixth level stirred.    

    

The moment the two came into contact, an ear-piercing sound spread out in all directions.    

    

Zhang Fan instantly retreated, but in that instant, his body once again charged forward. Even though a Martial Grand Master was strong, they were still unable to stop him …    

    

"Broken sword!" Zhang Fan shouted and the light in his hand instantly burst out with a dazzling golden light. It carried a strange force as it instantly spread out.    

    

When the strange force came sweeping over, it was as if a needle had pierced his right hand, almost making him want to let go, but he clenched his teeth and continued to persevere. If he lost his long blade, then he would probably lose all his people, and not just his people.    

    

Just think about it for a moment. If the vice captain of the small squadron, a rookie, were to lose the weapon in his hand, even if he defeated his opponent, he would still lose face.    

    

Seeing that the man was clenching his fist tightly, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, but was quickly replaced with a sneer.    

    

"Sword kinesis!"    

    

A low and indifferent growl sounded out, and the sword in Zhang Fan's hand trembled for a split-second. Then, Wu Shun's sword shadows once again swept towards Zhang Fan with a disdainful look.    

    

"Arrogant Chop!" The man's eyes were filled with amazement. He didn't think that his opponent would be so strange. No wonder he was so proud. He sneered and the blade in his hand immediately turned into an illusion as he rushed forward.    

    

Violent Slash, a middle Huang grade cultivation technique. It could make the weapon in one's hand explode with multiple attacks. It could be said that the man's cultivation technique was similar to Zhang Fan's Imperial Sword Technique, but it was a bit too slow.    

    

However, because there was a certain distance between them, it didn't change much.    

    

The man was extremely disdainful. He was truly disdainful. Although the strength of his opponent was strange, it was still too weak.    

    

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up, and he suddenly stopped moving. He flipped his right hand.    

    

Rumble … The sound of the sword trembling rang out. As the sword floated in the air, his right hand instantly increased the power of the sword. At the same time, Zhang Fan's perception also enveloped the sword, allowing him to control it.    

    

This was also the foundation of the Imperial Sword Technique. This was because the true nature of the Imperial Sword Technique could only be displayed at the sixth layer.    

    

Zhang Fan remembered what his master had said, that each move of the Cloud Gauze Sword Art carried a terrifying killing move. Each move had its own variations, and each level was not very high; when one's opponent was unable to see through it, the Cloud Gauze Sword Art would also be at the Large Success Stage.    

    

Furthermore, he had personally seen his master use the Imperial Sword Technique to kill people within a thousand meters. This was the most frightening aspect of the Imperial Sword Technique.    

    

"Bang!" The man saw that Zhang Fan had abandoned his sword and laughed out loud. His sneer became even deeper as the terrifying force in his hand swept out.    

    

An ear-piercing screeching sound could be heard once again as the sword was instantly sent flying. Looking at Zhang Fan who was just inches away, the sword let out a sneer and shouted, "A newbie is a newbie!"    

    

Zhang Fan stood there motionlessly with a cold smile on his face.    

    

"This kid must have been scared silly, right?" the people from the cross-section team laughed out loud at the same time.    

    

However, at this time, everyone was stunned. They saw the sword that the man sent flying drew a beautiful arc in the air and instantly rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.    

    

hmm * As he trembled, the man went forward to greet him.    

    

"Someone else is ambushing me!" The man felt a sharp aura coming from behind him. His expression changed and he instantly turned around. However, by the time he turned around, the sword had already arrived in front of him.