When the two arrived at Yueyi's battle stage, they found that Yueyi was in the last game at this time. The battle situation was extremely fierce. Yueyi's face was a little pale at this time. Although the aura on her body was messy, her expression looked extremely indifferent and steady.

The eyes were flashing with a shiny light. They held an exquisite dagger in their right hand. The cold light on them was swallowing and spitting, making people feel extremely sharp.

"You are not my opponent, admit defeat!" The man standing by Yueyi's face was sneering on his face, and the energy in his body was floating.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the man who was fighting with him who used ice flowers. It was such a familiar scene. But can Yueyi defeat his opponent? If he defeated, Yueyi could at least take a step further in the direction of success. If he failed, Yueyi might be able to get the qualification to be taken as a guide, but the chance was greatly discounted.

"Who said that?" The hoarse voice seemed to have a slight tremor. Yueyi stretched out her left hand at this time. A martial soul appeared instantly in the golden fluctuations, but no one could see clearly what it was in the golden haze, and it was taken into Yueyi's body.

Others may not know it, but Zhang Fan knew in his heart that it should be a golden dagger, and the gentle light on it was also particularly pure.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and he forgot that Xiao Yue had a martial soul.

He snorted coldly, and the weapon in his right hand swung, and the surging energy instantly condensed. With a wave of his hand, a sharp light instantly inspired Yueyi.

"Shadow Moon Knife!"

Yueyi's eyes brightened up, and as the golden color appeared, Yueyi's body also moved, and an illusory figure instantly appeared, and an energy like a golden half-moon instantly condensed and slashed towards the man.

And at this time, Zhang Fan's soul power was obviously restless and found that the dagger in Yueyi's hand had disappeared.

The two energy collided, and the man's explosion of attack collapsed instantly. As the man was about to explode again, a harsh sound rang out, and a sharp breath directly covered his body.

"You lost!" Yueyi's voice trembled slightly, and her body shook slightly.

The man was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at it, and found a dagger with a cold light not far from his neck.

"Soul Controller?" A hint of disbelief appeared in the man's eyes, and the golden light flowed, and the dagger fell on the palm of Yueyi's hand again.

The man widened his eyes, his body trembled, and his eyes were filled with regret. He shouldn't have been so careless. If he hadn't been so careless at that time, he wouldn't have come to this point, right?

"This match won 512!" Aging voice slowly sounded, and a hint of joy appeared in Yueyi's eyes, and then her body softened. At this moment, a figure appeared beside Yueyi and hugged her in her arms.

Yueyi had struggled for a while, but when she saw that it was Zhang Fan in a vague way, she stopped.

After Zhang Fan carried Yueyi to the audience, his eyes were a little confused. Brother Yueyi is really light.

"Let's go, take her back. It seems that Brother Yueyi has lost a lot! And he has suffered some injuries in his body." Zhang Fan said as he looked at Ouyang Xian'er and then led her towards the dormitory.

After coming to the dormitory, Zhang Fan put her on the bed, and a pill appeared in the palm of his hand, opened her mouth, put it in, and then supported Yueyi's body. The purple Xia technique in his body was directly transmitted to Yueyi's body as the purple qi storm surged.

At night, when Yue Yi woke up, she found that her expression fluctuated slightly when she was in Zhang Fan's bed. She suddenly remembered something, and then she sat up.

"Hey, you're awake!" At this moment, the door of the bath opened, Zhang Fan walked out of it, walked straight to Yueyi and said, "Brother Yueyi, are you okay?"

Yueyi shook her head gently and then whispered: "Thank you!"

"Haha, it's okay, they are all friends!" Zhang Fan smiled and said, "By the way, I'm planning to take a shower. Should I take a shower together?"

After hearing this, Yueyi looked tight and said, "You wash first, I'll wash later!"

"Haha, what are you afraid of? It's so great to wash together!" Zhang Fan looked at Yueyi in confusion and said.

"No, you wash first. I'm not used to washing with others!" Yueyi shook her head gently and said with a compulsory attitude.

"Uh, okay!" Zhang Fan shrugged helplessly and walked towards the shower room.

Looking at Zhang Fan's back as he left, Yue Yi obviously let out a breath and relaxed. Then she closed her eyes and felt the force in her body. She found that she had recovered. However, she closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing for a while.

After about twenty minutes again, Zhang Fan also walked out of it. At this time, Zhang Fan looked at Yueyi and said, "Are you still washing?"

"Yeah!" Yueyi nodded slightly, because the clothes she was wearing now were covered with blood and after two battles, she felt extremely uncomfortable at this time.

After standing up, Yueyi walked to her bed and hugged her changing clothes in her arms. Seeing that Zhang Fan did not look here and walked inside.

After she washed it, Zhang Fan said again: "Let's go, you haven't eaten yet, you must be hungry!" After the words came, Zhang Fan walked outside.

After Yueyi packed her clothes, she quickly followed her out.

A week later, in the afternoon, there was no one in the back mountain of the college. Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, with his long hair floating, and the fierce bullying on his body floating. After a long time, when his right hand was spread out, the purple dragon rose in the purple halo, and the energy surrounding him instantly contracted. At this time, his breath became obviously rapid. After a long time, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light.

"Buzz!"

A light sound echoed between the brain, and the energy surrounding the purple dragon suddenly became richer.

"Is the fifth-grade Great Martial Artist?" The calm voice stood up with indescribable fluctuations. His face was firm. In a week, with the beginning of the round-robin competition, Zhang Fan passed the hurdles all the way, but he stubbornly carried it. However, the trump card of the Earth-level martial arts Eight Desolate Art was finally opened. The first time he used it, it was indeed extremely domineering, and directly made the opponent admit defeat.

However, those who enter the round-robin competition are extremely powerful. Every battle is a very tough one for him. In other words, every battle will be severely damaged, and every time Ouyang Xian'er will cry.

After three battles, Yueyi was finally eliminated. Her talent is indeed good, but she is still much worse than the strong men who also entered the round-robin competition. There is no way. Basically, they are all at the general level, and their strength is too disparate. Ouyang Xian'er walked a few more games with her strange soul skills, but the final result was also defeated, leaving him alone to persevere.

However, both the former and the latter were known by everyone, because the three of them were freshmen. Although they failed to get the top few, they got the first place in the division. This undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on the old student. Needless to say, the number of places to be admitted is in danger.

As for Zhang Fan, although he persisted, he could feel extremely strong pressure every step forward, especially the pressure brought by Nie Qing was even greater. The cultivation madman was indeed a cultivation madman, with extremely domineering strength. He basically had to be trampled on those who hit him. He even doubted whether Nie Qing had broken through to the ninth grade? Of course, this was just his guess.

However, whether it is the eighth or ninth grade, the pressure it brings to him is undoubtedly huge, and under this strong pressure, he once again luckily broke through.

The next day, it will be the last battle between him and Nie Qing, and no matter what, he will fight.

When I arrived at the academy, it was already night. After I came to the place where Mr. Cao lived, Ouyang Xian'er's face was filled with joy when she saw Zhang Fan coming back, because after the last game today, Zhang Fan left.

Ouyang Xian'er sat down for Zhang Fan temporarily. When Zhang Fan was having dinner, she couldn't help but ask: "Young Master, do you have confidence tomorrow?"

"There are still some things to be sure!" Zhang Fan nodded slightly, his eyes flashing slightly. Even if he is sure, it may not be very big, right? But what can he do? Because he knows that tomorrow's battle may become special, because if he loses, he may be ruined by Nie Qing on the battlefield, right? Of course, he would not tell Ouyang Xian'er about this, because he was afraid that this girl would be too heartless and would not even let him participate in the competition.

"Young master, then you must be careful. If it doesn't work, just admit defeat. It doesn't matter if you admit defeat!" Ouyang Xian'er said worriedly, but her words were powerless, because she knew Zhang Fan's personality, and she probably wouldn't know him no matter what, right?

So when I thought of this, Ouyang Xian'er's eyes turned red again. If it weren't forcing them to hold back, tears would have fallen down again. Her lips moved. She didn't say what she persuaded. If she could, she really didn't want her young master to persevere.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

Zhang Fan naturally saw Ouyang Xian'er's appearance, a smile touched her face, and comforted her: "I said that we are going to Cangyun together!"

"Yeah!" Ouyang Xian'er bit her lip tightly, with a slightly dark look on her handsome face, but she nodded in the end.

After dinner, Zhang Fan left. Ouyang Xian'er kept watching Zhang Fan lose completely, and then she left and went back.
Chapter completed!