How could she not believe it when she was so worried and concerned?

Xiao Tong explained to Yang Fan the rules of the martial arts competition.

The rules are simple.

For the sake of justice, all cultivators must suppress their realm below the Body Tempering Stage.

You can only perform martial arts with your physical strength and are not allowed to use spiritual power, otherwise you will lose.

Bang!

The two of them fought again on the ring. Fei couldn't hold the sword in his hand anymore and was directly knocked away.

"Tsk tsk! Little sister, your swordsmanship is too bad, isn't it?"

"How about practicing swordsmanship with brother in bed tonight?"

The monk with a crew cut had a lewd and teasing look on his face.

The look he gave Fei became more and more unscrupulous.

"You!" Fei's face flushed with shame and anger, and her whole body trembled with anger.

coax!

The crowd watching the fun below the stage was filled with laughter.

Also followed by various verbal jokes.

Fei was almost crying with anger.

"I'll do it."

Yang Fan leaped onto the stage.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Brother Xiaofan, you...why are you here..."

Fei turned her head suddenly and cried out in surprise.

Even though Yang Fan was wearing a mask, she still recognized his identity at a glance.

"Brother Xiaofan!? Is he the Brother Xiaofan that this little girl always talks about?"

Xiao Tong's eyes suddenly widened in shock.

Didn’t this kid say before that he didn’t know her niece?

How abominable!

He actually lied to her!

"Let's talk about it later. You go down first." Yang Fan rubbed Fei's little head and said.

"Well, Brother Xiaofan is great!"

A smile broke out on Fei's chubby little face, and she obediently got off the stage.

"Boy, are you also a student of Mengxi Middle School?" The monk with a crew cut looked at Yang Fan arrogantly.

"You are not qualified to know my identity."

"Jianzi, rampant!"

The monk with a crew cut had a cold expression on his face, and he held a broad sword in his hand and chopped it down fiercely.

Yang Fan raised his hand and took out the black iron sword from his storage ring.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three muffled sounds in succession.

The next moment, everyone was shocked to find that the monk with a crew cut actually flew off the stage.

His broad back and big gun were hard and broke.

The whole person fell to the ground like a dead dog, vomiting blood.

Wow!

There was an uproar and exclamation at the scene, and everyone looked at Yang Fan standing on the ring.

This young man holds a huge sword in his hand!

This was the first time they had seen such a powerful sword technique.

Besides, isn’t it too fierce?

Just three swords defeated the genius of Rudong Middle School?

"Ha! With just this little ability, you dare to tease Fei'er? Ridiculous!"

Yang Fan looked down at the monk with a crew cut lying on the ground, his eyes looking as if he was looking at a dog.

“You…you…poof!”

The crew-haired monk had a ferocious and angry expression.

As a result, he was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"How dare you hurt my junior brother, you stinky bug? How dare you!"

Suddenly, a sinister and angry voice was heard.

The next moment, a strong man with a body of two meters tall appeared on the stage.

"Oh my god, it's Zhang Yong, the top student in Mengxi Middle School's department!"

"I heard that he awakened an imperial-grade spiritual root, and his dominance reached a supernatural level."

"There's a show to watch. This kid from Mengxi Middle School is definitely not recognized by his own mother who abused him."

When everyone saw who was coming, they exclaimed in surprise.

Fei's mood instantly became nervous, worried that Yang Fan was no match for her.