%D%A%9 "You better prepare well, after all, this time it is for the monks of the entire Shengdan 'Gate', including the inner and outer 'gates' and the monks of the Deacon Hall," Wen Leling frowned,

"The juniors will prepare well, if there is nothing to do, the juniors will leave first," Feng Fan said goodbye to Wen Leling, and then left in a hurry,

Feng Fan returned to his residence, looked around the room full of spider silk, and a trace of desolation swelled faintly in his heart, Xiuzhen has no time, except for Duan Yunsheng who is far away in the ancient country of Jinyue, all his relatives have passed away, only he is lonely in the ancient country of Wanyu, all this did not make Feng Fan's determination to cultivate true have been shaken in the slightest, tidy up the residence, Feng Fan changed a set of clothes, and finally fell asleep deeply,

On the second day, Feng Fan first went to the Alchemy Hall after getting up in the morning, paid all the elixirs owed over the years, and then came to the Deacon Hall, where many disciples gathered, their cultivation was in the middle stage of Huadan and above, and they came to sign up for the competition, Feng Fan slowly stood at the back, his expression was very leisurely, there was still a month before the competition, Feng Fan was not in a hurry, so he waited quietly in the back,

At this moment, several monks swarmed over, "Get out of the way, get out of the way," one of the white-clothed monks at the peak level of the late Huadan stage shouted loudly, many monks looked back, only to see several monks coming behind, walking in front of the white-clothed monk who was shouting just now, with a rebellious appearance, behind him was a young man in green clothes, this person's face was slightly pale, his eyes were like electricity, and he 'shot' a trace of cold fierceness, and there were several other monks standing behind him, All of them are at the peak cultivation level in the late stage of Hua Dan,

"Senior Brother ......" Some monks in front of him saw the Tsing Yi monk behind the white-clothed monk, and said respectfully to him, it turned out that this person's name was "Ying Zhiyuan", and he was the senior brother of the Deacon Hall, although the cultivation was the peak level of the late Huadan, but because of the special exercises, he could give full play to the strength of the initial level monk in the early Yuan Infant period, so he was the first person among the disciples of the Deacon Hall.

"The six of us signed up for the competition," Ying Zhiyuan and the others came straight to the front, and the white-clothed monk said respectfully to Lan Tingbi who was standing in front,

"Fill in your name," Lan Tingbi pointed to the pen and paper on the stone table in front of him, and said lazily,

The white-clothed monk picked up the pen and wrote down the names of the six people and the branch they were in, and then put down the pen and paper, "Gather in the inner 'gate' arena in a month, and then 'draw' lots for the competition," Lan Tingbi said calmly,

At this time, a blue-clothed 'woman' came from afar, the appearance of this 'woman' immediately caused a lot of monks' 'commotion', although this 'woman's face' 'color' was as cold as frost, but it was still difficult to hide the otherworldly beauty, the graceful 'jade' body was very 'seductive' and 'confused' under the wrapping of tight clothes, which made people think about it, "Dugu Bingxuan," Feng Fan's eyes shrank after seeing the person who came, and he muttered secretly in his heart,

Dugu Bingxuan was stunned when he saw Feng Fan, although he instantly returned to calm, but his heart was 'stirred' up with a terrifying 'wave', twenty-four years ago, she and Lin Haoyan were both defeated in the hands of this cultivator who was only the initial level of the middle stage of Huadan, Dugu Bingxuan has been haunted by this, since Dugu Bingxuan lost to Feng Fan, his psychology has been greatly hit, and this 'woman', who has always been the darling of the Xiuzhen family, has not experienced such humiliation since Xiuzhen,

When they met again today, the competitive heart in Dugu Bingxuan's heart surged out wildly again, and glanced at Ying Zhiyuan, who was staring at her, Dugu Bingxuan secretly made up his mind in his heart, and decided to instigate this person to fight with Feng Fan, so that Ying Zhiyuan was equivalent to the strength and many means of the initial level monk in the early Yuan Infant, if he fought with Feng Fan, it should be extremely 'fine'.

"I'm here to sign up for the competition," Dugu Bing Xuanlian walked lightly, and came to Lan Tingbi through the path that many monks took the initiative to get out of, stared at Lan Tingbi deeply, and spit out words like a heavenly sound,

"Fill in your name," Facing this stunning 'woman', Lan Tingbi changed her laziness just now, and hurriedly pointed to the pen and paper on the stone table, and said to Dugu Bingxuan, Dugu Bingxuan wrote down his name, and when he heard Lan Tingbi's announcement of the location of the competition in a month, he nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked out, the eyes of many monks fell on the face of this shockingly beautiful 'woman' and the 'seductive' body, and the audience was silent,

"You have finally 'appeared', and our grievances should be settled," when Dugu Bingxuan passed by Feng Fan's side, he suddenly stopped, looked at Feng Fan with a complicated look, sighed lightly, and said in a low voice,

"Twenty-four years ago, it was you who made the first sneering words, so there was a later gambling fight," Feng Fan, who felt countless inexplicable and hostile eyes looking at him, secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, and said calmly,

"My lost dignity must be regained," Dugu Bingxuan glared at Feng Fan resentfully, his words full of provocation,

"No matter what means you have, I will accompany you to the end," Feng Fan Senran stared at Dugu Bingxuan, and said coldly, Dugu Bingxuan's face was a little red at first, then a little pale, and then he snorted coldly and walked outside,

There was an uproar around, a mid-stage peak cultivator of the Huadan actually had such an attitude towards a late-stage peak-level monk of the Huadan, this is simply unreasonable, after all, Feng Fan's defeat of the two late-stage Huadan peak-level monks was not known by anyone in the Shengdan 'Gate' except for the parties and Wen Leling, so at this time, many monks were extremely shocked by Feng Fan's arrogant attitude,

And what made everyone even more shocked was that Feng Fan quickly walked through the road where everyone had not yet gathered, came to Lan Tingbi, and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to sign up for the competition," a monk at the peak level of the mid-stage Huadan was so arrogant and did not line up according to the rules to sign up, which made most of the monks present feel extremely shocked and angry, although in principle, disciples of the mid-stage Huadan cultivation level were allowed to sign up for this competition, but most of the participants were late-stage Huadan monks, and the peak-level monks of the late Huadan accounted for most of them,

"Boy, why don't you understand the rules at all, even if you sign up, you have to follow the order of first order," one of the young monks at the peak level of the late stage of Huadan said to Feng Fan with great dissatisfaction,

"The six people just now and the 'girl' behind them can not follow the order, why do I have to abide by this rule," Feng Fan turned around, and said with a sinking face,

"Looking for death," seeing that a mid-stage Huadan monk actually collided with him, the young monk was furious, and with a wave of his right fist, he smashed towards Feng Fan fiercely, and the fist carried the huge power of the late-stage Huadan level monk, and in the surrounding space, it 'stirred' up with bursts of 'waves', Feng Fan did not hesitate to swing his fist to meet it, with a wave of arrogance on his face,

With a "bang", there was no ending of Fengfan's defeat and retreat as everyone guessed, but the peak level monk of the late stage of Huadan took three steps back, and let out an extremely painful 'groan' from his mouth,

Looking at the rapidly swollen fist, the monk's face was extremely distorted because of the pain, but his heart was 'stirred' with a terrifying 'wave': "The other party is obviously a peak level monk in the middle stage of Hua Dan, but just now his fist really encountered the power of a monk between the peak level of the late stage of Hua Dan and the initial level of the early Yuan Infant stage, and the opponent's fist seems to be as steel, it is obvious that he has cultivated the body forging technique,"

The monks in the area near the confrontation between the two were also shocked, the breath in the wind of Fengfan's fist was clearly beyond the strength of the peak-level monks in the late stage of Huadan, even if they stood in the distance, the monks who couldn't feel the breath emitted by Fengfan were all 'colored' changed, and the direct confrontation of the 'flesh' body was the best way to verify the strength, and they could repel the peak-level monks in the late stage of Huadan, they also guessed how strong Fengfan's strength was, after all, the breath emitted by the fist wind could not be felt by the monks in the distance, if Fengfan was using a magic weapon or magic weapon, This breath will be felt by all the monks around,

Some monks swept their divine sense over Feng Fan again, and the Inner Dan found from Feng Fan's Dantian Qi Sea was indeed the level of the peak monk in the middle stage of Hua Dan, this was still the power that Feng Fan had just controlled that blow, otherwise Feng Fan used all his strength to exert a strength equivalent to the peak level of the early Yuan Infant, which would not only make this monk suffer a heavy blow, but also make the monks present stunned.

"I'm eligible to sign up out of the order now," Feng Fan asked with a blank look at the repulsed monk,

"Yes, qualified...... The direct confrontation of the 'flesh' body had completely made the monk completely lose his previous arrogance, and his eyes looking at Feng Fan were full of fear, and the entire area was silent,

"Write your name on it," just as everyone was silent, Lan Tingbi's voice broke the deadlock,

Feng Fan turned around, calmly picked up the pen, and wrote his name on the paper, "Gather in the Inner 'Gate' Arena in a month, and then 'draw' lots to compete," Lan Tingbi looked at Feng Fan with a strange look on his face, this monk who had repeatedly told him to pay special attention back then had brought such a big movement when he appeared here for the first time after disappearing for more than twenty years,

"Juniors know," Feng Fan smiled and nodded,

"What have you gained in the Great Wilderness Realm over the years," Lan Tingbi suddenly asked, when Feng Fan left the Shengdan 'Gate' to go to the Great Wilderness Realm, he had told Yu Dao Zhenren about his leave, and Yu Dao Zhenren then informed Dao Chang Tianxu of this matter, so Lan Tingbi learned the news from Dao Chang Tianxu,

"I got some spirit grass, and I didn't get anything for the rest," Feng Fan said perfunctorily, after all, once such a thing as a ghost is known by the cultivation realm, it will definitely cause an uproar and bloody storm, so it is impossible for Feng Fan to say this matter at all.

"I actually stayed in the Great Wilderness Realm for more than twenty years, and I really have the guts," Lan Tingbi nodded with Feng Fan, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes, %D%A