Perhaps in the eyes of others, this guy has good sword skills.

But for Lin Fan, to be honest, it is tantamount to a crop.

"Thank you for your advice from senior brother!" Lin Fan clasped his fists.

"I, I lost." Cheng Yong had not yet reacted yet, and Lin Fan had already stepped down.

Lin Fansheng.

"Boss Lin Fan, you are so awesome, you defeated him in this move." Fang Jinggen said in admiration.

Lin Fan said: "Come on yourself too."

Soon, Fang Jinggen was also called by the referee and then went to the stage.

Fang Jinggen's opponent is a sixth-grade lay Buddhist.

Fang Jinggen's swordsmanship is naturally not as powerful as the other party, but...

Damn, Fang Jinggen actually blocked the opponent's attack with one move.

No matter how fierce the attack of these sixth-grade lay Buddhists was, he could block them one by one.

In the end, Fang Jinggen found an opportunity and actually hit the chest of the sixth-grade lay Buddhist with a wooden sword.

The referee judged that the victory was won.

"Ah! I did it, I actually lost to a second-grade lay Buddhist!"

This sixth-grade lay Buddhist was obviously collapsed.

Lin Fan was also extremely surprised.

Fang Jinggen jumped off the ring excitedly. After running back, he couldn't help but sigh: "Boss Ye Feng, you have not been beaten in vain these days. I can really block the opponent's attack."

Ye Feng?

Lin Fan glanced at him.

Ye Feng hugged his hands in his chest and said lightly: "You have been beaten by me for so many days. Not to mention your offensive ability, the man just now didn't use spells, and just talking about sword skills, it would naturally be difficult to defeat you."

"Is there any effect when I get beaten?" Bai Jingyun couldn't help asking.

Lin Fan nodded beside him.

Ye Feng does often beat Fang Jinggen.

But it seems that this is not a bad thing. Many of the seventh-grade lay Buddhists on this are poor in actual combat capabilities.

After all, there is still a certain gap between practicing sword skills in theory.

On the contrary, Fang Jinggen was beaten all day long, but he learned a lot of experience.

However, in the second round, Fang Jinggen was not so lucky and was defeated by a seventh-grade lay Buddhist.

At that time, Fang Jinggen was also satisfied. The second-grade layman made money and the sixth-grade layman was enough for him to brag for a year.

Lin Fan was making great progress, and no one who met him was defeated by Lin Fan.

There are also many masters among them. If they use magic power, most of Lin Fan will be difficult to deal with.

But without using magic power, Lin Fan is not afraid of these people at all when using swordsmanship.

There were a lot of people participating in this competition, and it was not until the evening that the top 16 were finally decided.

Among them, there is naturally the name of Lin Fan.

What Lin Fan didn't expect was that among the top 16, Cangwai Hospital actually occupied nine places.

In Cangjiyuan, only seven people entered.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not too strange. Except for him, the other people in these nine places are from five major families.

The resources and things these people learned since childhood are no less than those in Cangjiyuan.

That night, Lin Fan returned to the house early and brought a few bottles of beer from the canteen with Bai Jingyun and Fang Jinggen.

"Boss Lin Fan, you are really awesome. You can actually enter the top 16." Fang Jinggen is actually quite surprised until now.

When the list was finally released, people who had heard of Lin Fan felt a little incredible.

After all, Lin Fan is just a fifth-grade layman. He just joined the Cangjian Sect, but he didn't expect to achieve such a success.

"Is it very strange?" Lin Fan gave him a blank look: "I'll go to the cafeteria to get some cold dishes later, and the dishes are almost gone."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest walked directly outside the door.

Mo Chen.

Lin Fan looked over.

His eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Mo Chen?" Lin Fan frowned. Mo Chen was also a fifth-rank layman, but he also entered the top 16.

In fact, it really made Lin Fan a little strange that he was able to enter the top 16.

Mo Chen smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lin, I'm drinking. I'm disturbing you for a few minutes. I'm the other eight people. Let's tell you together. If you meet your own people in Cangwaiyuan tomorrow, I'll put some water on it."

Release water?

Lin Fan looked at Mo Chen with confusion in his heart: "You five families also want the best illusion pill?"

Mo Chen waved his hand: "That thing doesn't mean to us. We just want a ranking, and we hope Junior Brother Lin will give you face."

Lin Fan suddenly understood a little, and understood why this guy could enter the top 16.

I'm afraid it's probably because I'm letting go all the way.

Lin Fan was speechless. He said, "I am not interested in first place, but I am not even more interested in things like letting go."

When Mo Chen heard this, his eyes flashed, as if he wanted to say something, but then he shook his head and said, "Then, I wish Junior Brother Lin a good ranking."

He turned around and left.

"Bah, what's the matter?" Fang Jinggen cursed: "My boss Lin Fan can at least make it into the top eight, let the water go, let him fart."

Lin Fan said: "Okay, drink, let's talk about it tomorrow."

This game may not matter to Lin Fan, but it attaches great importance to others.

Most of the people who can reach the top 16 have no interest in the top-quality magic pills, and they simply want to prove themselves and get a good ranking.

In a place like Cangjian Sect where strength is respected, only by proving one's own strength can one receive the respect and treatment he deserves.

For example, even if Lin Fan does not have any background, if he shows such genius as Ye Feng, would Mo Chen dare to let him go?

The second day.

In the square, all the disciples who have free time have arrived.

Ten arenas were also demolished, and a huge arena was built.

Lin Fan and fifteen other people of different ages stood side by side on the ring.

The disciples below all spoke loudly about the candidates they thought were more promising to win the championship.

"I think Mo Chen is good, but I didn't expect that the strength of the fifth-grade lay Buddhists would enter the top sixteen."

"You know, Miao Wenwu of the Miao family, don't look at her 60 years old, and she has been at the level of a seventh-rank layman for so long, and her strength is very terrifying."

"That Lin Fan."

"Lin Fan? Hey, why is there a fifth-grade lay Buddhist?"

"How did this guy get into the top sixteen?"

"It's not that it's the top sixteen that can be reached by relationships."

Listening to the discussions of the guys below, Lin Fan was speechless. What's the point of being a casual cultivator?

Sure enough, when you see people with the same strength and even weaker than you, you will do something you cannot do, and the first thing you do is to reflect on your lack of ability.

Instead, I suspect that someone is walking through the back door.

At this time, Rong Yunhe, the head of Cangjian Sect, walked out side by side with a middle-aged man of similar age and full of momentum.

Rong Yunhe and Su Qianjue chatted politely.

This Su Qianjue is the head of the Xuanming Sword Sect!
Chapter completed!