Hearing the words "the number one waste", Fang Chen's anger was instantly aroused. With a movement of his body, he grabbed Lu Chengjie. After several slaps, "This title of the number one waste was given to me by you. What? Forgotten?"
"You don't be arrogant. If you have the guts, fight me fairly..."
"Slap! Slap! Slap..." After more than a dozen slaps, Fang Chen sneered, "Fight you fairly? You don't deserve it."
"Damn..."
"Slap!"
"... "
Looking at Lu Chengjie who was having difficulty breathing due to his swollen cheeks, Fang Chen chuckled softly, "What's wrong? Genius Lu? Didn't you want a fair fight?"
Lu Chengjie looked at Fang Chen angrily. His mouth moved slightly, but there was no sound. Instead, a lot of saliva flowed out.
"Now! It's time for you to pay back!" After saying that, Fang Chen kicked out. As soon as Lu Chengjie's body flew out of the arena, it disappeared in a white light.
Everything inside the Heaven and Earth Gate cannot be known by the outside world. So before entering, the Heaven and Earth Gate will automatically detect. If one's cultivation reaches the Mystic Sovereign Realm or brings something other than the green blade sword distributed by the sect, they will be ejected. That's why Fang Chen dares to vent his anger recklessly.
In the blink of an eye, a flash of light and shadow appeared on the arena, and another person was teleported in.
"Senior Brother Mu, long time no see." After seeing who the person was, the smile on Fang Chen's mouth became even stronger.
The person was slightly stunned. Then he glanced at Fang Chen contemptuously. "Do you want to go down by yourself or be thrown down by me? Also, the words 'Senior Brother Mu' are not something you can call."
"Oh?" Fang Chen pretended to be surprised and said, "Aren't you Mu An a disciple of my Sword Sect?"
"It's true that I, Mu An, am a disciple of the Sword Sect. But what are you then?" Mu An's face was full of impatience. "Get out by yourself!"
"What if I say no?"
As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, Mu An's body suddenly moved. His raised right hand rushed straight towards Fang Chen's face.
"Bang!"
Looking at the right hand held by Fang Chen, Mu An was slightly surprised. Then he kicked at Fang Chen's left arm.
"Slap!" Fang Chen was faster than Mu An. A slap made Mu An stagger and almost fall to the ground.
Fang Chen narrowed his eyes. His tone was full of contempt. "What are you then?"
The shock on Mu An's face instantly turned into anger. Looking at the tooth in the blood he had just spit out, Mu An roared, "I want you dead!"
"Yin!" The long sword in Mu An's hand was instantly unsheathed and turned into a cold flash, stabbing towards Fang Chen rapidly.
The contempt on Fang Chen's face didn't decrease at all. Although Mu An was already at the great consummation stage of the Mystic Spirit Realm, this gap in cultivation was simply not worth mentioning in front of Fang Chen's combat experience and swordsmanship cultivation.
Fang Chen didn't even bother to dodge. With a flash of cold light in his hand, he actually swung the sword body sideways.
"Clang..." Before the sound of the two swords colliding could even spread, Fang Chen thrust out another sword.
"Clang!" The long sword flew out of his hand and fell on the ground not far away. Mu An's right hand was still trembling uncontrollably.
Ignoring the injury on his left shoulder at all, Mu An stared at Fang Chen firmly and trembled slightly, "Why?"
"Why?" Fang Chen looked at Mu An playfully. He slowly raised the green blade sword in his hand and held it between the two of them. He shouted sternly, "In your eyes, what is it?!"
"It?" Mu An looked at the green blade sword in front of him. The expression in his eyes kept changing. "Isn't it just a sword?"
"Yes! Because in your eyes, it is just a sword. So you lost."