Chapter 8

"How, how possible." The disciple with strong perception sensed the situation inside and cried out.

"What's the matter, elder martial brother Zhang?"

"See for yourself later."

When the dust is gone, the two swords are tightly together. Han Xuan's bamboo sword doesn't break into two pieces as he imagined. It's just that the sword in his hand is not the same as what he saw before. The body of the sword is wrapped in black and white.

"Hoo, Hoo."

"Elder martial brother, I lost." Zeng Shushu said these three words difficultly, then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Books." Zhang Xiaofan, who was watching the battle nearby, rushed to the stage and helped Zeng Shushu up.

"He's OK. He's just overworked. He'll get better after a few hours of rest."

"Little beggar, I didn't expect that you are so powerful now. But where have you been in recent years? Why haven't you heard from me?" Hearing that Zeng Shu is OK, Zhang Xiaofan puts down his heart and asks Han Xuan.

Han Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "I've been practicing in the back mountain for the past five years." With his eyes, he aimed at Zhang Xiaofan's "burning stick" on his back.

"It seems that we have to find a way to get a good weapon after this time."

At first, Han Xuan used the black knot bamboo sword just to increase the control of chaos Qi. He attached it to the sword body every time he used the sword, so as not to damage the bamboo sword. The only drawback was that chaos Qi was passing too fast.

"Younger martial brothers, I think Han Xuan has nine levels of Yuqing realm. Let him compete with the first one at last." Daoxuan said to the other leaders with a smile.

"Headmaster, it's so good."

Also can't help them like this, Han Xuan strength is higher than other disciples too much, they don't want their own disciples too early out, Zeng Shu is a good example, if not Han Xuan plug in, into the top four is certainly no problem, just now..

Daoxuan stood up, and the noise around him gradually quieted down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Han Xuan and all the disciples have a huge difference in strength. He directly jumps over the next competition and finally competes with the first one."

This words, the audience did not make too excited reaction, and a voice of relief one after another.

Han Xuan, as the client, just smiles faintly. Sitting in the place where he often stays, he begins his magic skill of keeping his eyes closed.

Unconsciously, Han Xuan has been sitting on the tree crown for a day and a night, just watching his body. He is quietly running the chaotic heaven eating formula, and the aura of the outside world is penetrating his skin little by little, turning into chaotic Qi.

"The magic sword's true formula for resisting thunder." A shout awakens Han Xuan who is practicing.

On the stage, Zhang Xiaofan was covered with wounds, and a large pool of blood on his chest showed that he was seriously injured. On the other hand, Lu Xueqi, who competes with Zhang Xiaofan, looks pale and more like a fairy.

"Tut Tut, it's hard for me to use this magic sword to resist thunder. Lu Xueqi is really desperate."

The magic sword is one of the wonders of Qingyun gate in the immortal world. Han Xuan has been practicing this skill for a long time, but he has never used it in front of others. As soon as Wan Jian thought he was not suitable for the magic sword Yulei Zhenjue, he began to observe him every day, but later he saw that he didn't have the talent, so he gradually gave up.

"Boom." The thunder and lightning that had been brewing for a long time finally fell

The dark clouds cleared away and the dust on the stage disappeared.

"Hoo"

Tian Buyi's body appears on the stage like a ghost, catching Zhang Xiaofan and galloping away.