"Hello Master Sister!"

"Master sister must defeat Chen Fan, let him know the power of our Royal Academy!"

"Master sister, you are so beautiful, are you interested in practicing together?"

At this moment, with the emergence of Jianxin, countless worships and sets from the students almost began to explode.

Chen Fan noticed that Jian Xin’s expression was calm and calm to a little trembling. She didn’t look squinted, and her footsteps were not fast, but not too slow. Even the jade hands were tightly knotted, and there was some hair on the knuckles. White.

This scene fell in Chen Fan's eyes, no matter how it looked like... shy?

But it's not right. With so many legends and the title of the first person in the Royal Academy, why are you shy in the face of such a small scene?

Chen Fan even noticed that Jian Xin's snow-white forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat, which further confirmed his guess.

"Now...it's getting more and more interesting." Chen Fan murmured in his heart.

Not long after, Jianxin finally stepped onto the ring, facing Chen Fan.

After a long silence, Jianxin first clasped his fists and bowed: "Jianxin, see... See you, senior...brother."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar!

"Why is Senior Sister Jianxin stuttering?"

"Oh my God, I don't care that I have never seen Senior Sister Jianxin speak before, so she is stuttering."

Countless voices of discussion thought of the little six brothers and sisters in the distance with a puzzled face, as for Li Chenfeng, he was covering his forehead with a wry smile.

But now the most unexpected person should be Chen Fan.

Even thinking of the legends about Jianxin that Wu Aiguo had told him before, there was a sense of contradiction.

A small stutter, blood will be stained when the sword is drawn, and blood will kill people?

Have you ever killed a family with a single sword?

Looking at Jian Xin's slightly trembling body due to shyness and tension, and the small head that was almost lowered to his chest, Chen Fan could not connect these legends.

Jian Xin in front of him was clearly a shy sister-in-law Liang.

"That... shall we start?" Chen Fan asked in a deep voice, trying to make his tone calm.

"Okay...Okay!" He nodded heavily, Jian Xin took off the sword behind him, and untied the white cloth layer by layer.

At the same time, everyone felt Jian Xin's temperament change.

No longer was she as shy as a little rabbit, her temperament became fierce and sharp, and her whole person seemed to be transformed into a sword!

Chen Fan nodded secretly. As expected, he couldn't look at all. This hand alone was enough to prove Jianxin's strength.

Immediately prepare for battle, the cold light sword in his hand has already been displayed, but the broken blade lacks beauty in any way.

At this time, Jian Xin had just unwound the white cloth wrapped around her sword. After seeing Chen Fan's cold light sword, she was stunned on the spot.

The battle that everyone was looking forward to did not unfold, Jianxin hesitated for a while before saying: "Do you...are there any... other... swords?"

"Other...swords?" Chen Fan was also stunned. How could someone change a sword before the battle?

Feeling Chen Fan's reaction, Jian Xin sighed, her entire face showing bitterness.

"Your...sword, the sword is broken...no, it doesn't look good."

Chen Fan was speechless. For the first time he heard that the sword was even more attractive.

The Jianxin feeling is still an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and there is no gap in it.

But what can Chen Fan do? He only has this sword, so he can't fight with Jianxin empty-handed.