"This is the end of the first round of trials. All the living people will follow me to draw lots to decide the next round of fighting order."

What finally broke the embarrassment was a calm male voice.

He looked middle-aged, also wearing a dark red Deacon's robe, but with a small silver sword embroidered on the cuff.

Chen fan had noticed that the sleeves of ordinary Xianzong deacons should be black black black iron swords.

That is to say, the sword should be a symbol of identity.

The middle-aged monk in front of him must be a general figure of a deacon, so he is embroidered with a silver sword.

But the ordinary Deacon's cuffs are embroidered with iron sword.

It has to be said that Chen Fan's observation and analysis ability, even in the fairyland, are first-class existence.

Only from such a small trace, it is possible to analyze everything closely.

The middle-aged monk, named Du Fengnian, was the head of the outer gate of XianLan sect in Zhongzhong Tianjing. He was also one of the persons in charge of the Xianzong trial.

As for those friars embroidered with black iron swords on their cuffs, as Chen Fan expected, they were only Du Fengnian's men.

The situation has already led to an uncontrollable situation.

In the face of Chen fan, who has the ability to name and kill anyone, they dare not be strong again.

After all, they have come to this stage. No one imagined that more than 20 corpses on the ground would fail.

But if you let them go, it seems that they are a little timid.

So the two sides came to a standoff.

Now Du Fengnian's words can be said to give everyone a step down.

Let the storm subside.

The boundary outside the Xiangong site was scattered, and people filed out to participate in the drawing ceremony under the guidance of Du Fengnian.

After the first round of trial, the rest is the second round.

After drawing lots, you will decide who your opponent is.

Finally, after layers of screening, the final winner became the only one to go to Zhongzhong Tianjing, xianlanzong.

Now the rest of the monks who have passed the first round of trial can have three duels each. The loser is eliminated and the winner is promoted.

Those who have won three games can participate in the final battle afterwards.

Just as everyone was quietly heading for the draw, Du Fengnian did not know when he was a few steps behind and walked side by side with Chen Fan of the last side.

His eyes looked far away, but his words were directed at chen fan.

"Young man, remember that it's easy to break just now. Do you know that today's action will not do you any good, but it will be disgusted!"

Obviously, Du Fengnian did not like Chen Fan's previous practice.

Especially to see a mortal can have this overbearing practice, even more let him not accept.

In Du Fengnian's view, only fairyland friars are qualified to be domineering.

How dare you go against the sky?

Chen fan who is also, he can naturally hear from Du Fengnian's words the meaning of the other party's suppression.

Obviously, this person is not a friend of Chen fan.

So since not a friend, chen fan's practice has always been very simple!

"What the elder said may have some truth, but it certainly does not apply to the younger generation."

"If I don't do this today, I will be the last to die."

"So what if it's for the sake of life and disgust?"

Speaking of this, chen fan also pause for a moment, solemnly added: "what's more, what does it have to do with whether others hate Chen or not?"

As soon as he said this, Du Fengnian suddenly turned his head, flashing a sharp light in his eyes, and kept approaching chen fan!

Chen Fan instinctively felt that he was like a boat, in the rough sea, his head was dizzy, as if he had some uncontrollable fear, which was constantly breeding.

Almost exhausted the whole body's strength to resist this uncontrollable fear, chen fan and Du Fengnian look directly at each other, and the stubborn expression is at a glance!

After a long time, Du Fengnian finally recovered the fierce light in his eyes.

After a deep look at chen fan, he said, "I hope you can always have this confidence."

"I'll be in front of you and watch you well!"

After all, Du Fengnian finally left, and the pressure that enveloped chen fan also dissipated.

Unconsciously, chen fan's back has been soaked in sweat. I'm afraid no one can imagine what kind of suffering he has suffered before.

And this incident can only explain one point.

Any monk in fairyland is not an ordinary person!

Although Chen fan had killed the so-called fairyland people before, they were not real immortals, but used some means to forcibly enhance their own strength to reach the point of approaching fairyland.

I'm afraid that there is still a big gap between the two sides.