C32 Blue Card Warriors
C32 Blue Card Warriors
Nearly twenty matches had passed, and Zhang Fan had created a miracle in each match. Every battle he had fought had been shocking and moving. The most important thing was that Zhang Fan had not used his martial spirit even once to reach his current level.
Over twenty matches, from zero to more than eighty percent, and it was still increasing. Ye Xuan would come here early every day, and every time she saw that white-robed youth, she would feel a faint attachment rising in her heart.
The trash from one month ago, the youth with heavenly resources from one month later, how great was the difference between the two of them. Everyone knew that Ye Xuan had gently pulled her hair above her ears as she stared unblinkingly at the youth with his hands behind his back, the one who had been creating miracles the entire time.
His fourth layer's perception fluctuated back and forth. Zhang Fan's gaze was fixated on the male as the Qi tornado within his body began to stir.
The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Fan as a look of shock flashed across his face. This young man was still creating miracles. Moreover, he truly believed that this young man would still be able to create miracles.
Perhaps the youth's strength wasn't that great, but his spirit, his spirit of never admitting defeat, would forever shock everyone.
He wasn't a person that anyone could control. He was a soaring eagle that soared through the sky. The gigantic sky was his true stage. He had a feeling that this youth would definitely set off a storm on the Martial Spirit Continent.
Intuition, absolute intuition. The middle-aged man sincerely believed it.
"Begin!"
After a long while, the middle-aged man finished his words and left the stage.
"Drink!
The man in front of Zhang Fan had obviously understood Zhang Fan's situation better. The moment his martial spirit became visible, he swung the weapon in his hand horizontally, sending a sharp attack towards Zhang Fan's body. At the same time, his figure also flashed and rushed forward.
This youth wasn't simple, so from the very start, he decided to use a violent storm of attacks to defeat his opponent.
This young man was really not simple. Not even the existence of a blue card martial artist was able to stop Zhang Fan's footsteps …
Violet light swept out from Zhang Fan's body. At that moment, his body also met the attack. The clamor seemed to vanish like smoke into thin air. All eyes were on the white-robed youth, waiting for the moment he would create another miracle.
The dark horse, Zhang Fan, could be said to be the darkest dark horse in the Martial Arts Hall. In the entire Floating Cloud Country, who didn't know the name of Feng Ling? It was said that Zhang Fan was a trash, and his knowledge had undergone a tremendous change.
Feng Ling, he is a talented young man
"Feng Ling, he is a young boy example."
"Feng Ling, he is a specimen that a mother learns for her child every night."
The name of Feng Ling Feng became the most popular topic of conversation in Floating Cloud Country. On the streets, perhaps everyone was discussing him.
Because of Feng Ling's presence in the Martial Hall, the people of the Martial Hall were always overcrowded …
The moment the two figures made contact, the ear-piercing sound of a car exploded and the true battle began once again.
Half an hour later, in between the purple light, a sword, a simple sword, was placed around the man's neck. The white robe was still spotless, and the temperament that flowed from his body, the temperament that came from his bones, was extremely vivid.
After a moment of silence, a cacophony once again rang out. It was as if the entire Martial Competition Hall was in the middle of a warm sleep as the victorious one instantly boiled up.
The blue card martial artist Zhang Fan once again created an opportunity. At this point, he would enter the level of a purple card martial artist. This battle would be the battle of Feng Ling, who would once again dominate the entire Floating Cloud Country, and this battle would also be the battle of Feng Ling, who would once again create miracles.
Right now, strength was not the absolute type of mental strength. This was something all of them needed to learn!
"You've lost," Zhang Fan said indifferently as his pitch-black eyes landed on the man.
"Yes." The man's expression was dejected, his eyes dim.
Looking at the white-robed youth in front of him, perhaps he was still young, perhaps his strength was not strong, perhaps he was still a teenager, but the battle experience of his opponent was something he had never seen before.
Under absolute strength, as long as you believe in everything, you will also create miracles …
Feng Ling did not kill him. This caused the man's heart to slightly waver. He even discovered a problem. As long as Feng Ling's opponent was treated peacefully and did not stop killing, Feng Ling would leave his opponent alive …
"Feng Ling Sheng!"
The middle-aged man had already gotten used to saying these three words every time Zhang Fan went up on stage.
These two simple words caused the clamor in the field to grow even louder.
Ouyang Xian`er waved her tiny hands, a sense of pride rising in her heart.
Feng Batian didn't make the slightest movement, but his heart was filled with joy.
Ye Xuan screamed without a care for her position. She was like a crazy fan.
These days, Zi Ling had also received a lot of praise from Ye Xuan. She then followed up Ye Xuan's shouts, feeling extremely comfortable.
Arriving at the dark hall, Zhang Fan once again leaned against the stone pillar and closed his eyes as he began to recover. The Purple Clouds technique on the fourth floor was indeed thick, but as he advanced, the pressure became increasingly greater.
He really enjoyed this feeling. Every time he returned to the clan, he would feel fatigued, but on the second day, the Yuan Li in his body would become denser. In just half a month, the Purple Clouds Skill had grown by a lot compared to the time he had when he had just started cultivating.
As for Ji Tong's technique, during this half a month, he had already broken through the Refinement Realm and reached the Bone Refining stage. The toughness of his body also changed with the improvement of this technique.
Half a month later, Zhang Fan had grown even taller. Compared to his peers, Zhang Fan's height was already considered at the top of his class.
Zhang Fan walked out of the sparring hall. Zhang Fan only wanted to return to his family and rest in his bed. The next two battles with Purple Tablet Warriors had completely overdrawn his strength.
Those who could reach the level of a Violet Rank were all extremely powerful. If it weren't for Xuan Yuan's great strength, they would have already lost.
Xuan Yuan was a very good thing, but Zhang Fan understood that he definitely could not rely on him in any way. Otherwise, it would affect his future achievements.
Therefore, every time the key point was irresistible, Zhang Fan would choose to use it. This was his nature, something that no one could change.
The three of them had not walked far when the sound of hurried footsteps rang out. Zhang Fan turned around to see two girls appear before him.
"Feng Ling …"
Ye Xuan ran over to Zhang Fan and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Then, she blinked her big eyes and said, "You're awesome."
Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile. Every time the competition ended, Ye Xuan would keep up, and Zhang Fan would always respond with a "thank you", and this time was no exception.
A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face as he directly said, "Thank you."
Ye Xuan's face revealed a smile. She was about to say something, but when she saw Zhang Fan's exhausted face, her lips moved and said: "Rest well, I will continue to support you."
Zhang Fan nodded and followed Feng Batian towards his clan.
Looking at Zhang Fan's departing back, Ye Xuan's eyes once again showed an expression of infatuation. Which young lady didn't like to marry a strong person? Among the younger generation of Floating Cloud Nation, Zhang Fan was definitely a top-notch existence.
Looking at her young miss' appearance, Zi Ling couldn't help but say, "Miss …"
Ye Xuan did not respond as she reached out her small hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "Miss, you can't have fallen for Young Master Ling, right?"
Ye Xuan came back to her senses. Her small face was red as she smiled and said, "Let's go home."
"Oh!" Zi Ling uttered a long sentence. Ye Xuan was currently using all sorts of excuses to sneak out every day. Every time she returned, the head of the family would tell her about it, but Ye Xuan was so tired that she didn't know how tired she was.
After returning home, he went back to his room and laid on his bed. The energy consumption of the last two rounds was too great. After lying on his bed for a while, he propped himself up with both hands and went back to cultivating.
Late at night, Zhang Fan could clearly feel the fluctuations of his perception. Opening his eyes, he noticed a black silhouette standing outside the door.
The purple light pulsed slowly. It was an unfamiliar aura, and with his perception, he could clearly sense a trace of killing intent from that person's body.
Zhang Fan closed his eyes and became silent.
The door opened and the figure entered with light steps. If it wasn't for Zhang Fan's current perception, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Zhang Fan could clearly feel the energy fluctuations coming from that person's body as the killing intent intensified.