Chapter 1465

"Hoo..."

with a breath, chen fan opened his eyes, and his eyes were bright.

A glance at the quietly suspended in his side of the wood, his heart with unparalleled sense of happiness!

After twenty-five days of uninterrupted practice, chen fan stimulated himself with pain and warned himself to be alert with fatigue.

Now, everything has finally been achieved. His sword skill has been officially declared a great success!

Just imagine, when you return to Kyushu and fight against the enemy again, how unrestrained is it to take a person's head from tens of thousands of miles away?

"One of the three skills has been completed, and Chen must win the next skill of becoming a soldier and rune!"

Murmuring to himself in his heart, chen fan closed his eyes again slowly. There were five days left before the big brother of zongmen. He should take this opportunity to have a good rest and keep himself in the best condition on the day of Dabi!

But now chen fan does not know, at this moment, the eyes of the whole clan disciples seem to be focused on his wooden house.

His name, at this moment, entered the ears of the whole listening LAN Zong.

Down to the disciples, up to the leader of the sect, and even to the elder Qi in the Sutra Pavilion, they were shocked by their ability to practice the art of imperial sword from small success to great success in 25 days.

This speed of practice is incredible!

In the twinkling of an eye, five days passed.

Early this morning, Han Qingyi came to Chen Fan's wooden house, ready to find him to join the zongmen Dabi.

"Little brother, it's almost time. Let's go quickly."

Han Qingyi called out, only listen to the voice of Chen Fan from the inside of the wooden house: "wait for me a moment easily, wait for me to bathe and change clothes!"

He didn't take a bath for a month, but he didn't dare to be filthy. Chen Fan recovered early today and raised his state to the peak. Therefore, he is taking a bath.

A moment later, chen fan changed into a black suit.

Well cut clothes set off his long and straight body, like a javelin, standing between heaven and earth.

The hair is high and tied up, forming a bun on the top of the head. Looking at it, it really has the meaning of floating out of the dust, like a banished immortal in the dust!

"Ouch, I'm so dressed up. It's not true that I took part in the zongmen's big contest today. It's true to take the opportunity to hook up with some elder martial sisters."

Seeing chen fan, Han Qingyi immediately joked.

Chen Fan didn't care, retorted: "look at your dress is also good, is it afraid that I will strengthen your show?"

"Younger martial brother, who can compete with you now? No one knows. It is said that even the leader of the sect has personally inquired about it."

As soon as this speech comes out, chen fan is a bit stunned.

"In charge of teaching? Why does he ask me? "

In Chen Fan's opinion, he has been practicing at home every day for a month, and he has not asked about the affairs of the world?

"Don't you know, younger martial brother?"

"What do I know?"

Chen fan was even more puzzled, but he saw Han Qingyi with an unbelievable face and said: "in 25 days, under the witness of the disciples of the whole sect, I have achieved great accomplishment in the art of imperial sword. This is the first time that Lan Zong has made a breakthrough."

"If you say that you are like this, how can the head teacher not ask himself?"

"Now you are rising, younger martial brother. If you really don't know the monarch, you will be successful in the future. Don't forget your elder martial brother."

Han Qingyi is as cynical as ever, but his words reveal a problem that Chen fan does not want to accept.

Once again, he was looking for the identity of the unknown person, and it was not his wish to be in the limelight.

Now it's good. It's just a simple practice. It's well known to all the people. It's full of wind and rain.

As a result, he didn't know how many targets he would suffer.

"Well, happiness and misfortune depend on each other, which is probably the case."

Chen Fan shakes his head, some unwilling to think of, but if this kind of words let Han Qingyi know, afraid is to be angry spit blood three liters.

Such a good opportunity to show off, chen fan is not happy, for others are afraid to be happy to jump three feet high!