Chapter One Zero Six Unified Slap

Looking at the energetic Xiao Fan on the first ring, where the crowd dared to continue to challenge him, all those who challenged Xiao Fan on the first ring were slapped and slapped.

It's just that when Xiao Fan thought that if Xiao Fan insisted on holding a stick of incense on the first ring, even if he succeeded in keeping the ring, many people were ready to move.

"I'm coming!" Finally someone couldn't help it. Feishen flew towards the No. 1 ring and slightly arched his hands towards Xiao Fan: "Please advise!"

"Go down!" Xiao Fan glanced at him too lazily. A cultivator in the early stage of the War Emperor didn't even have the mind to let him do something, but Xiao Fan was not stingy with anyone who dared to challenge him, just slapped him.

Xiao Fan's strength is very clever. Although he slapped him off the stage, he didn't make a cruel hand. Otherwise, Xiao Fan would definitely be able to easily slap an ordinary early-war monk to death with a slap.

As for the cultivators of the War Emperor Realm, Xiao Fan just released his breath and automatically rolled off the stage.

"Next!" Xiao Fan whispered softly, standing with one hand, and placing the other hand in front of him, specifically to slap those people.

"Xiao Fan, continue to be proud of you. The higher you climb now, the heavier you will fall. I think there are many people who would like to see that you fell without bones." In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, A man in black looked at Xiao Fan on the first ring with a sneer.

Around the person in black, there were several people guarding him in the center. Upon closer inspection, the person in black had no legs and was tightly wrapped in a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

But if Xiao Fan saw it, he would definitely recognize it at a glance.

Time passed slowly, and the time for a stick of incense quickly passed.

"On the first ring, Xiao Fan successfully defended the challenge and successfully advanced to the next round." The host's voice sounded, and Xiao Fan successfully advanced to the second round first.

On the rostrum, Ye Shishui looked down faintly, his expression did not change much. Compared to more than a month ago, his attitude towards Xiao Fan had changed drastically.

It's just that on the surface, he still doesn't want to take care of Xiao Fan. After all, his face can't survive. Thinking back to seeing Xiao Fan for the first time, he was still ready to kill him.

The people in the other eight arenas continued to fight and fight, and almost half an hour later, the people in the eight are finally promoted.

Xiao Fan glanced at the other eight people, but he didn't take it seriously. No one's strength could make him take it seriously. What surprised Xiao Fan was that there were three acquaintances above him.

The three acquaintances were Su Mohan, Yu Chi Chaolui and Dugu Changfeng.

Xiao Fan frowned slightly and was ready to knock them all down.

"You wait for the nine people to come up to draw the lottery." The host's voice sounded, and the nine Xiao Fan stepped forward and drew a number from a black box that shielded soul power.

Xiao Fan glanced at the numbers in other people's hands, and he probably guessed the rules of the next game.

"People with the same number are divided into a group, and three matches will be held. One win will add one point, no points will be added or deducted for a tie, and the loser will get one point. In the end, the player with the most points will advance to the third round. You understand Already?" The host looked at Jiu Ren Dao.

Everyone nodded, Xiao Fan looked at the number one in his hand, and his eyes fell on Su Mohan and another young monk. If Ye Feng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man was his other apprentice, Qin Yu.

"I give up." Su Mohan glanced at Xiao Fan, then raised his hand and shouted, then glanced at Qin Yu again: "I advise you to give up, or else it hurts to look back."

As if he hadn't heard it, Qin Yu flew towards the top of an arena, looked at Xiao Fan and sneered: "Xiao Fan, Ye Shiyu belongs to me, I won't let you!"

He still remembered what his master Ye Feng said, he was about to become the son-in-law of the Ye family, and then tortured Ye Shiyu well. If he knew that his master had been subdued by Xiao Fan, he didn't know what he thought.

"Let it to me, shall I use yours?" Xiao Fan looked disdainful. In his heart, the little witch is sacred and belongs to him alone. It is not something that can give in.

The moment he stepped onto the ring, Xiao Fan directly slapped Qin Yu with a slap, fell to the ground and fainted.

The crowd felt pitiful for Qin Yu. Xiao Fan was the number one in the Southern Territory Competition. If nothing else, this contest would definitely be Xiao Fan.

"Fortunately, I have the foresight, or I would have to slap it." Su Mohan under the ring could not help but touch his face when he saw it.

Su Moxuan on the side was silent, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Su Mohan said jokingly: "Sister, why have you been unhappy today? No, it looks like I told you that after Xiao Fan signed up for the martial arts contest, you have been unhappy. I said you wouldn't be..."

"You talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!" Before Su Mohan could finish speaking, Su Moxuan said coldly, and the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

Su Mohan shrank his neck and said weakly, "I said, sister, if you really like him, go after him. If he really becomes the son-in-law of the Ye family, it will be too late."

After saying this, Su Mohan ran away quickly, he didn't want to be torn by Su Moxuan.

It's just that this time Su Moxuan was silent. Her gaze kept falling on Xiao Fan, and she said in her heart: "He will never go to please the Ye Family specifically, nor will he go to martial arts competitions for a strange woman. He must have his intentions. "

As the Four Jiao of the Holy City, Su Moxuan is undoubtedly qualified, whether it is strength, talent, beauty, or character, she is the best choice.

It’s just that sometimes people are too smart and think about more problems. When they lose it, it’s too late to regret.

Of course, even if Su Moxuan actively wanted to seize it, she probably won't get anything.

The second round soon ended. In the end, only three people successfully advanced to the third round. These three were Xiao Fan, Yu Chi Chaolai, and Dugu Changfeng.

"In the first battle, Xiao Fan played against Dugu Changfeng." The host said softly.

On the ring, Xiao Fan and Dugu Changfeng looked at from a distance, Dugu Changfeng looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer: "Xiao Fan, I didn't have a chance to talk to you last time..."

"Snapped!"

Before the words fell silent, the answer to Dugu Changfeng was directly Xiao Fan's slap. The speed was incredible, so fast that Dugu Changfeng did not react at all.

His face was drawn and deformed, and his body flew out and hit the ground heavily.

"Hiss~" The voice of the crowd sucking in air-conditioning sounded. They waited for a long time, but Dugu Changfeng did not stand up, apparently passing out.

The host was already very speechless. Until now, Xiao Fan's opponents had all been slapped. Whether it was the Emperor or the Emperor, Xiao Fan directly slapped him.

"In the first game, Xiao Fan won, and in the second game, Xiao Fan was slack in the battle!" The host held a word for a long time.

Yu Chi Chao appeared on the ring and said: "Xiao Fan, I know it's not your opponent, but I won't let Sister Shiyu marry someone I don't know."

If he were another person, Xiao Fan would never let him finish a complete sentence. If Yu Chi Chaolai could finish it, it was Xiao Fan who gave his father face.

"Go down." Wen said, Xiao Fan was slightly surprised. Although this Wei Chi Chaolai looked stupid, he was very good.

"I~" Yu Chi Chaolai wanted to say something, suddenly feeling a gust of wind around him, he quickly covered his face with his hands.

However, a huge thrust came from his chest. When he recovered, Yu Chi Chaolai had already fallen into the ring, and at the edge of the ring, it was Xiao Fan standing with his hands on his back.

Perhaps Yu Chi Chaolui was the only one who didn't let Xiao Fan entertain him with the slap.

"The second round, Xiao Fan wins." The host shouted and won two rounds in a row. The third round was no longer necessary, and then he said: "This tournament invites relatives, Xiao Fan..."

"Hold on!" Before the host's voice, a very mad voice suddenly sounded.