"Fang Chen, today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!" Mu An gave Fang Chen a vicious look. Then he walked down the stage.
Looking at Mu An's figure disappearing in a flash of white light, Fang Chen shook his head slightly and said, "Although there is resentment between us, there is no hatred. I originally wanted to take this opportunity to dampen your arrogance so that you can make further progress on the path of swordsmanship... Alas, I didn't expect it. Forget it. Forget it..."
Even Buddhas still have those who cannot be enlightened. Let alone me. Fang Chen sighed slightly in his heart.
Then, there was another flash of light and shadow on the stage.
"Ha..."
The laughter stopped abruptly. Fang Chen coldly looked at the shock on the face of the person who came. He put away his long sword and said indifferently, "Get out."
As time passed, the frequency of the flashes of light and shadow became slower and slower. And the speed of the flashes of white light became faster and faster...
There was another flash of white light. After Fang Chen sent away another person again, for a long time, there was no sign of the light and shadow flashing again.
Standing with his sword on his back, Fang Chen frowned slightly. It seemed that the first stage of the grand competition of the seven peaks was about to end. I wonder how Senior Sister Yun is doing...
A force of repulsion suddenly came. Then, after a moment of dizziness, when Fang Chen opened his eyes again, the noise around his ears disappeared instantly.
Looking at the surprise, astonishment, jealousy, and resentment in the eyes of these familiar people in front of him, Fang Chen smiled slightly. The news really spreads fast enough...
Looking at Yun Qianqian who was walking quickly towards him, the smile on Fang Chen's face instantly froze. A trace of killing intent was like a thorn in his back. Someone wants to kill me?
Fang Chen took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Then he slowly turned around and looked back.
On the opposite side of the martial arts arena that was set up at some unknown time, Sect Leader Zhang Chunyang and the other six people were staring straight at him. Five of them were just a little shocked. But the peak master of Hongxia Peak, that is, his second uncle-master, had killing intent all over his eyes...
However, Fang Chen immediately understood. After all, Mu Bai and several other people who were sent out by him were all disciples of the second uncle-master. No wonder he was so shocked and angry.
Thinking of this, Fang Chen frowned even tighter. The second uncle-master's overprotectiveness and unreasonableness were well-known throughout the entire Sword Sect. This enmity is probably formed...
A swordsman makes decisions and cuts. When one learns the form of the sword and achieves it externally, then the sword qi is prepared internally...
Fang Chen was suddenly stunned. The general outline of the Chaotic Heavenly Book suddenly emerged in his mind at this moment.
If I am afraid, what do I use to cultivate the sword? If I am not brave, what is the use of holding a sword? The sword is in my hand, the sword is in my heart, the sword is in my courage, and the sword is in my soul. Even if heaven and earth block my way, I will break through with one sword!
In an instant, a flash of sword light appeared in Fang Chen's eyes. His white clothes moved without wind. His long hair fluttered. The air around him suddenly shook violently. It seemed that at this moment, even the air was being cut and killed!
First-order peak of Hunyuan sword intent!
The square suddenly fell into a dead silence. Everyone was staring dumbfounded at this young man who was once called the number one waste. The scenes of being humiliated three times in three grand competitions were still vivid in their minds, as if it were yesterday.
"Sword... sword intent... Am I seeing it wrong?"
"I seem... to have seen it too."
"It must be that the grand competition of the seven peaks is about to start. Recently, the mental pressure is too great, so there is an illusion."
"Ah... You are having an illusion. Why are you pinching me?!"
"Humph!" Looking at this scene, Fang Chen couldn't help but let out a cold snort. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, Fang Chen's eyes looking at his second uncle-master Wu Qingfeng gradually became contemptuous.
A piece of trash at the minor consummation stage of the Mystic Emperor Realm! Fang Chen was full of sneers in his heart.
Wu Qingfeng's face was full of anger. Killing intent raged in his eyes. Sword intent? Humph! Even if you have the best aptitude and the highest comprehension, without time, what can you do?