The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan's first opponent was a middle-aged warrior in a yellow robe, who was about thirty years old and had reached the early stage of the fourth level of the Yuanfu Realm.

The middle-aged warrior in the yellow robe held a sharp sword and said with full energy: "Haolian, I am the first to challenge you, a little kid. Go ahead, or you will have no chance once I draw my sword."

"Stop talking nonsense and go ahead. Don't think that you are stronger than me just because you are older. If I make a move, you will have to lie down."

Chen Fan looked at Haolian indifferently, his voice cold.

"Arrogant!"

Haolian was immediately furious when he heard Chen Fan's words, and his qigong burst out all of a sudden.

The transparent air wave spread violently with his body as the center, surging and surging, as if a huge wave had risen on the battlefield.

However, Chen Fan just stepped on the sole of his foot, and an invisible force burst out, as if an invisible big hand immediately calmed the turbulent waves, and it was calm all of a sudden.

"You have some strength, but it's not enough to make you speak in front of me. Look at the knife!"

Hao Lian's eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light, and his body moved, like a hurricane shooting out, and the bright knife light flashed in the space when he waved the sword in his hand, cold and sharp.

He held the knife with both hands, and when he was ten meters away from Chen Fan, he suddenly soared into the sky, like a roc spreading its wings, crossed a distance in the air, suddenly swooped down, and chopped down with a knife.

Split Huashan with force!

Bang!

The sword and the air rubbed violently, sparks flew, flames burned, and a heat wave rushed down on his head.

The surrounding air immediately fled rapidly, and an invisible force descended like a mountain.

Chen Fan stood still, raised his head, and made a move.

Bang!

A golden seal that looked like it was cast in gold flew out from his palm, instantly growing larger, crushing the air, making a deafening roar, and pressing towards Haolian.

The Vajra Seal in the Thousand Hand Seal!

"Break!"

Haolian was in mid-air, and the rolling power gathered on his hands and transmitted into the sword. With a whoosh, the air broke, and in an instant, it collided with the Vajra Seal.

Boom!

Along with the deafening sound, rolling air waves mixed with hurricanes, hurricanes, and strong winds shot out from mid-air, and the space shook, as if the earth was shaking.

Whoosh!

At the same time, Haolian flew out directly, staggered to the ground, and with a clang, the sword was stuck behind him, and he stopped retreating, looking at Chen Fan with a pale face.

"Go down, you are not my opponent." Chen Fan said lightly.

Haolian took a deep breath, said nothing, turned around and walked off the stage.

The previous attack showed who was stronger and who was weaker. If he didn't admit defeat, he would be too ignorant.

First match, win!

Second match, win!

Third match, win!

Fourth match, win!

Chen Fan won the next three matches in a row.

He stood in the center of the battle stage, as steady as a rock, and never moved from beginning to end.

All the opponents who challenged him, whether they were in the early or middle stage of the fourth level of Yuanfu Realm, were knocked off the battle stage by him with "Thousand Hand Seal" and "Golden Light Seal", without exception.

Now he didn't dare to use the two major martial arts "Unbeatable King Fist" and "Sky-breaking Spear" here, because he had used them in front of Zhao Hong and others when he visited Zhao Mansion at night.

If he used them here and heard by the Zhao family, it would be equivalent to exposing his identity.

"This young man is so strong, he has won four games in a row. He looks like he has not consumed any energy at all. It's incredible."

"He is the first person in the martial arts palace to win four games in a row today. I wonder how many games he can win in the end?"

"Judging from his aura, he is in the middle and late stage of the fourth level of Yuanfu Realm. I guess he can win six or seven games in a row at most. His opponents in the first few games are weaker than him. The fourth level of Yuanfu Realm will be the best in a short while."

"......"

Many people in the stands were talking and expressing their opinions.

"What do you think? Sister Wan'er, I have said it before, Brother Dongfan is very powerful. He has won four games in a row, and he hasn't even used his sword yet. When he reveals his identity as a sword cultivator, his strength will be even stronger. There is absolutely no problem winning ten games in a row." Chu Xuan'er said happily.

That way, she was happier than winning four games in a row.

"Maybe."

Nangong Wan'er chuckled.

Although Chen Fan has won four games in a row, the real masters all start from the fifth game. I wonder if Chen Fan can make it through the next game.

"Winning four games in a row does show some strength, but it's just average. I will kill him within ten moves!" Ding Haipeng said with disdain.

Winning four games in a row is not worth mentioning in front of him. After all, he is a strong man who has won seven games in a row.

Nangong Fengyun smiled at Muye: "Brother Muye, what do you think?"

Muye smiled lightly: "Killing him, one move is enough!"

"Haha, you are worthy of being Brother Muye, domineering!"

Hearing Muye's words, Nangong Fengyun laughed.

"Hehe, winning four games in a row is interesting. I'll go to meet him in this game!"

In the stands, a bald man, two meters tall, like a small mountain, kicked his feet and directly crossed a distance of dozens of meters and flew to the battle stage.

Boom!

As soon as he landed, the whole ground shook with a dull sound.

"Bald Qiang takes action. He is a fierce man who has won five games in a row. He has reached the master level in his horizontal kung fu. He can kick up a hill with one kick and split the earth with one palm. Not only is he extremely powerful, but the key is He also practiced "Iron Cloth Shirt Qigong", which is both offensive and defensive."

In the stands, someone knew this bald man and said to the people around him.

"Haha, little guy, if you meet my bald guy, you will be unlucky and your steps will stop. However, if you can win four games in a row, you are pretty good."

The bald Qiang looked at Chen Fan with bull eyes, carrying an extremely powerful and aggressive aura. His muscles exploded, giving people a strong visual impact, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Now, I'll give you a chance to survive with dignity and give up on your own initiative. Otherwise, if I don't control the strength of my slap, you may suffer broken bones or broken bones, or you may be slapped to death. It's your choice."

As he spoke, Bald Qiang slapped his iron palm, which was bigger than a cattail leaf fan, and the whining wind started to sound.

Chen Fan was not frightened, nor did he say anything. He just raised his fingers at the bald head.

This action immediately angered Bald Qiang, and he shouted: "Boy, you are quite arrogant. Since you are toasting without taking medicine and being punished with alcohol, then I will help you. Now, you don't even have the chance to admit defeat. Give me I’ll stay in bed for a year and a half!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out like a cannonball, and like a wild bull galloping on the ground, the entire battle platform began to shake violently as he stepped on it.

Hoo ho, ho ho ho...

The fierce wind rushed over immediately, making Chen Fan's clothes rustle.

Immediately, Chen Fan was locked by a powerful aura, and in his mind, he had the illusion that he was being oppressed by an ancient sacred mountain.