"When I'm down, I'll come up to play with you." Fang Yan came on stage, this was a strange face, and many inner disciples didn't recognize it, but this did not hinder everyone's enthusiasm for challenge. Suddenly, a burly young man named Wu Yong jumped onto the ring.

"please!"

Fang Yan hugged his hands and made a gesture to ask him.

"You are a new disciple, so as not to say that I bully others, so I will let you take action first." Wu Yong stood with his hands behind his back, looking like he was superior.

"I've given up." Fang Yan smiled faintly and pulled out the top-quality spiritual weapon behind him.

The sect did not give him benefits, which would not hurt him. There were some precious ores in his space backpack. Yesterday, he used the weapon refining pavilion system to refine a top-grade spiritual weapon. Although it was not as good as a magic weapon, it was just right for emergency use. When he had the array diagram to refine magic weapons, he could refine magic weapons.

When in the canteen, Fang Yan was planning to use the Aohan Sect’s Hundred Battles Arena to brush the Phantom Sword and Wind Transformation Body Technique.

As soon as we fought, Fang Yan moved around the ring and tentatively attacked Wu Yong on the opposite side.

"This guy is afraid he will lose. Don't he know that Wu Yong is known for his violent attack power? He actually had a tentative attack. I dare say that if he caught the flaw, he could decide the outcome with one move."

"Newcomers are newcomers, they don't know anything. This inner disciple has never been defeated in this hundred battle arena. I remember that when I first entered the inner sect, I was defeated by Zhao Gang in one move. This guy is afraid that he is not Wu Yong's one-match enemy. You must know that Wu Yong has a record of three consecutive victories at the same level!"

Fang Yan attacked without using all his strength, his moves were mediocre, and he stabbed his sword. The people in the audience frowned when they saw it, and they were all talking about how Wu Yong would be beaten out of the ring.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host's earth-level subdistrict body technique, wind and body technique, for proficiency +10."

Wu Yong's attack was fierce and domineering. The spirit-slashing sword in his hand turned into a giant sword about a foot wide under the activate of the true energy in his body. He did not dodge or avoid the sword that was stabbed by Fang Yan. He raised the sword and stabbed it directly. The sword energy shot out. Seeing that Fang Yan was about to be hit by the sword energy, suddenly, Fang's body was backward, bringing a afterimage, avoiding the opponent's fierce and domineering slash. Then the cold system prompt sound rang in his mind.

After losing power in one move, Wu Yong found that he had stabbed Fang Yan's afterimage, showing a slight surprise. He did not expect that Fang Yan was a cultivator with flexible body skills and was despised. This cultivator with flexible body was the most difficult to deal with. The thirteen swords of Qingfeng were slashed out one after another.

The sword shadow flashed, and the two strong forces collided and sparks flew everywhere. Wu Yong rushed out with a quick step, bringing the distance closer to Fang Yan.

Wu Yong's attack, Fang Yan's moves were a bit scattered and had no exquisiteness at all. They were all visible to ordinary people in the world, either stabbing, chopping or picking.

The moves are scattered, which can be said to be barely resisting Wu Yong's fierce attack.

"What's wrong with Fang Yan? Why don't you use the Phantom Sword Technique? If he uses the Phantom Sword Technique, the battle can be ended soon. Could it be that he is hiding his weakness?" Seeing that Fang and Wu Yong's battle was dangerous, Fu Qingxuan couldn't help but frown. She was not worried about Fang Yan's safety at all, but the other party's actions were a little strange.

"This junior sister, I haven't asked the teacher's name yet. I think you and Fang Yan are together. Are you worried about him?" Suddenly, a young man in brocade clothes spoke to Fu Qingxuan.

"Fang Yan will definitely win." Fu Qingxuan glanced at the other party and said lightly.

"This junior sister, why are you so sure? I think Fang Yan is not the opponent of Wu Yong. Haven't you seen that he can only resist and fight back?" The young man in Jinyi looked disdainful.

"I believe he will win." Fu Qingxuan turned her head and stopped looking at the other party, but instead focused her attention on the two people on the Hundred Battles arena.

Seeing that he was actually ignored by Fu Qingxuan, Yuan Hongwen couldn't bear to worry about his face. He could only suppress the anger in his heart, and responded to Fu Qingxuan's sweet smile and turned his eyes to the two people on the Hundred Battles arena.

At first, many people thought that Fang Yan was not Wu Yong's one-match enemy, but the two of them became more and more brave in the ring of the Hundred Battles. No matter how Wu Yong increased the attack, Fang Yan was extremely calm, his moves were a little scattered, but his steps were not at all. He could resolve the opponent's attacks invisibly every time.

"Wu Yong, what did you do? Even an inner disciple who has just started can't handle it."

"That's right, Wu Yong, please try harder to get this kid down and don't embarrass us old disciples."

...

Wu Yong couldn't defeat Fang Yan every time, and he saw that he would defeat Fang Yan. Fang Yan could escape danger every time. The people in the audience stopped doing it. He thought Wu Yong was giving Fang Yan water, so he couldn't help but shout.

At this moment, Wu Yong was also depressed. He didn't expect that what he had done was to be so easy to get, and the other party's body movement was as slippery as a loach. He was not good at speed, but he couldn't do anything to Fang Yan for a moment.

"Boy, if you have the ability, don't hide. You will fight me in a real way for a few rounds." Every time, it was the afterimage of Fang Yan, and Wu Yong was a little angry and couldn't help but say.

"Haha... Brother Wu, you think I'm stupid! Use your own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths! Why don't you fight there and let me attack you?" Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

His proficiency in the Wind Body Technique at this moment was so good that he could have fought head-on with the other party? This was simply inconsistent with his original intention.

Fang Yan's attacks are getting smoother and smoother. The pure yang skills passed down from his family have a long and long true energy in his body, so he is not worried about the exhaustion of the true energy in his body. On the other hand, his moves are fierce and domineering, and the true energy in his body is consumed too much. If he continues to consume this, the one who will lose in the end is Wu Yong.

"Coward, I dare not fight with me head-on. I will just keep hiding there, just like a jumping clown." Feeling the rapid consumption of true energy in my body, Wu Yong couldn't help but exclaim with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Haha... Brother Wu, your provocation method is useless to me." Fang Yan smiled when he heard this, and he was disdainful to the other party's provocation method. If he had all his strength, there would be no more fun. How could he use the other party to make proficiency?

"you……"

"Coward!" Wu Yong heard this and scolded him angrily, and immediately increased his attack.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host's earth-level residual body technique, wind and body technique, for proficiency +500."

...

"This guy is really annoying. He jumps around on the Hundred Battles arena like a jumping clown. Such a competition is not satisfying at all."

"This kid is so despicable. He can't beat Wu Yong and use such despicable means. I must teach him a good lesson later."

...

There were constant insults in the audience, and Fang Yan's actions were angry. Fang Yan's shameless actions were so annoyed that he was irritated. He vowed to teach him a lesson later.

"Senior Brother Wu, you are defeated." After the meal, Wu Yong's true energy was exhausted, and Fang Yan's top-quality spiritual soldiers stopped him, and he couldn't help but say.

"Hmph! You are despicable. Even if you win, you will be defeated. I don't accept it." Wu Yong's face turned pale and he snorted coldly.

"If you lose, you will lose. As long as you can win, you will care whether I won't be strong or not. I'm talking about it. I'm despicable, and I won't be despicable when I fight you head-on? I'm tactics. Do you know the tactics? You have to use your strengths to attack their shortcomings." Fang Yan sneered. Although the victory in this battle was not a bit unbiased, the proficiency of Huafeng Body Technique increased by more than 3,000.
Chapter completed!