Ancient Divine Dragon Transform

"Idiot. Eldest Brother even defeated Nangong Waner. Do you think he will admit defeat?"    

"He's even a direct disciple. Is his head wet?"    

One after another, Xu Jin's face turned green with anger. The Longsword was drawn out of its scabbard. Without even greeting him, it fiercely hacked towards Yun Fan.    

Yun Fan retreated and threw a punch at the sword, blocking the Longsword.    

"You have some strength, but if you think you can defeat me by defeating Nangong Waner, then you are gravely mistaken."    

The Longsword burst out a bright light and slowly extended towards the tip of the sword. It quickly transformed into a roaring light dragon and charged out ferociously.    

"Concept is not something that only you have. I also have it. Golden Dragon Shattering Space!"    

With the Intention of Gold in his hand, the light dragon rushed towards Yun Fan with unstoppable momentum. Yun Fan still unhurriedly waved his fist.    

A Second Level of Emptiness Stage Intention of Earth.    

Under the huge impact, Yun Fan was sent flying backwards. Before he could stand up, Xu Jin's Longsword had already reached him.    

"I forgot to tell you, my Intention of Gold is also at the Second Level of Emptiness Stage. It's too late to admit defeat now, go to hell! "    

Another light dragon rushed out. This time, the light dragon was much larger than before. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Yun Fan once again waved his fist.    

"Overestimating your own ability... No, this is impossible!"    

Xu Jin had just finished speaking when he saw the all-powerful Light Dragon scatter under that weak fist.    

This time, his attack was even stronger than before. Previously, he was still able to force his opponent back, but this time, he actually didn't even move.    

"Hehe, the sect's direct disciples are truly formidable. If not for the fact that I have some trump cards, I would have died just now. Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance. Now, Senior Brother, take a punch from me and give it a try. "    

When the punch was thrown, the wind blew.    

A fierce wind started blowing around Yun Fan's fist. The strong wind started spinning and contracting rapidly with Yun Fan's fist as the center. An earthen yellow light was emitted from the fist. It was like a container that gradually wrapped around the wind.    

The earthen yellow light wrapped around the whirlwind and rushed out like a round bomb, colliding with the light dragon created by the Longsword.    

Boom!    

A figure was sent flying backwards. Before it could land, it spat out a rain of blood that filled the sky.    

His body flew out of the arena, and after sliding for a hundred meters, he crashed onto the ground. If it wasn't for the help of the formation in Large Competition Field, there would have been a big hole in the ground.    

Because of the formation, the impact was even stronger. His body bounced a few times on the ground, leaving a trail of blood.    

The disciple next to him took a closer look and saw that it wasn't Xu Jin!    

"Tch, what's there to be mad about? You really overestimate yourself. You can't even take a punch from Eldest Brother."    

"You are still a direct disciple? What a waste of resources!"    

Xu Jin, who was just about to get up, couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood when he heard the discussions of the surrounding disciples. His legs went soft, and he fell to the ground.    

"He fainted? No way, this is what a Transcending Mortality Stage looks like?"    

"Tsk, what do you know? It must be an act. Don't you all think about it? After all, he is a direct disciple. If he opened his eyes at this moment, where would he put his face?"    

Large Competition Field was like a vegetable market, bustling with noise.    

On the spectator stands, Xu Guanghui curled his lips and said, "He is really wicked!"    

"Elder Xu, you are only allowed to set fire to Zhou officials, and you are not allowed to light the lights of ordinary people! When Waner lost, you were not so angry! "    

Xu Guanghui looked at Gongliang Bo and his gaze shifted to An Zhengping.    

"Don't look at me like that. My requirements aren't high. I just need to let An Yongqiang stay alive."    

After the third round, there were only eight people left. Yun Fan knew quite a few of them. An Yongqiang, Feng Hun, and Baili Wuhen!    

To be able to fight to this extent, the remaining four disciples were at least at the eighth level of the Essence Accumulation Stage. Of course, there was also some luck involved.    

The drawing of lots began once again. What made Yun Fan depressed was that this time, it was the same as the last time, it was another 2. Even he himself suspected that it was a bit of a stupid draw.    

Yang Ningshuang rolled her eyes at Yun Fan, raised her head to look at the second ring, and then the corner of her mouth rose.    

"This second ring is really a lucky ring. Those who go up are all direct disciples!"    

Yun Fan looked up and saw that the person standing on the second ring was An Yongqiang.    

Unlike Yun Fan, An Yongqiang was very happy to draw the second ring. After witnessing Yun Fan's strength, the last people he wanted to meet were Baili Wuhen and Yun Fan.    

Seeing Baili Wuhen walking towards the first platform, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.    

It couldn't be that Yun Fan won two out of two, right?    

As long as it wasn't him, he would have entered the top four. At that time, he would be able to participate in the Dragon Ranking War after killing the weakest one.    

He looked towards the other arenas with a delighted expression. He saw that the people from the other arenas had already started to move forward. As for his arenas, they didn't show any reaction for a long time. Suddenly, an ominous feeling surged up.    

F * ck, it can't be such a coincidence, right?    

"Yun Fan, you drew another 2?"    

"Yes, my luck is really bad. I always drew 2."    

Yun Fan nodded and walked up to him. There were only four numbers in total. This 2 seemed to stick to him.    

An Yongqiang's mouth twitched.    

F * ck, what do you mean you're unlucky? It's my f * cking bad luck!    

Who the f * ck can't you fight with, but I can't. If you lose, won't you have no chance?    

Whether it was Nangong Waner or Xu Jin, in their current state, they simply did not have the ability to challenge. If he lost, even if Yun Fan showed mercy, he would still be facing Baili Wuhen and Feng Hun.    

Initially, he thought that after this round, he would have an 80% chance of defeating Feng Hun in the next round. But now, he didn't even have a chance.    

"That... I want to admit defeat!"    

An Yongqiang was silent for a long time before finally speaking. Only by admitting defeat could he maintain his current condition. At that time, he could still challenge Feng Hun.    

"Senior brother, you are a direct disciple. This isn't good, right? You are humiliating a direct disciple! If I agree, wouldn't those personal disciples and senior brothers hate me? "    

Yun Fan had a troubled look on his face, making An Yongqiang really want to curse.    

If he didn't agree, wouldn't he hate him? Now, as long as you are a direct disciple, who the f * ck doesn't hate you?    

An Yongqiang still wanted to say something, but he saw Yun Fan slowly punch him.    

"Senior brother, give me some pointers!"    

Give your sister pointers, do you still need any f * cking pointers?    

An Yongqiang was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wave his long spear and thrust it towards his fist.    

He had used all his strength in this attack. With Nangong Waner and Xu Jin's example, he did not dare to hold back anymore.    

However, the First Level of Transcending Mortality Stage combined with the full power of his martial skill only stopped his opponent's fist. He did not dare give his opponent another chance. The long spear suddenly shook and turned into a ray of light, shooting out.    

The stream of light gradually became bigger, like a comet. The air behind distorted, forming a tail under the stream of light.