The two of them were not in a hurry to go in. When they came outside the sword competition platform, they saw hundreds of enthusiastic fans shouting and cheering.

In order to maintain order, the staff on the scene forced the energy barrier channel.

The man walking not far away was wearing a black windbreaker with a swallowtail, and was waving in the wind, waving like a lonely knight.

On his back is a big sword with half broken pieces, and on the hilt of the vicissitudes of life are blood-stained cloth strips wrapped around it.

He has a slightly gray long hair hanging down, wearing a black mask, and the word "sword" is printed on it.

Looking at the exposed sword eyebrows and cold eyes, they have a kind of male god-like demeanor.

"No wonder so many female fans look good," Patricia muttered.

"What's good? Isn't this just pretending? I think it's a second-year disease!" Ye Fan said disdainfully.

"I think you are jealous. Now they are no longer obsessed with you, the sword god, but they like the broken sword."

Patricia smiled and said, "Actually, it's normal. You big pervert, your reputation among girls is definitely not very good."

Ye Fan wanted to argue, but suddenly he couldn't find a reason to refute, so he had to curl his lips depressedly.

After trying to sense it for a while, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.

“Huh?”

"What's wrong?"

"I can't see this guy's cultivation level."

"It's normal. If someone can get first in the sword competition list, there will always be something extraordinary. It's not difficult to hide his cultivation."

Ye Fan then used Wushuang to see it, and felt it became more and more strange.

Not only is this broken sword not only unable to see its cultivation level, but its physical quality does not look like a master.

Could it be that his skills have really reached the level of perfection?

Ye Fan walked straight to the Jian Jian, and Patricia quickly followed.

"Young people, sign and take photos, wait for the sword contest to end."

A hint of displeasure and impatience appeared in Canjian's eyes.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I am not your fan, I'll talk to you about swordsmanship."

Canjian was slightly surprised, and then a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, several staff members hurried up to block Ye Fan.

"What are you doing? Did you challenge Lord Canjian whenever you want?"

"The top ten challenges are within five places! What if you, a newcomer, want to eat?"

Not only the staff criticized angrily, but even the fans outside began to curse!

"I'm crazy if I want to become famous?"

"You deserve to challenge our little sword?"

"Master Canjian will poke you to death with one finger!!"

"Now, there are so many people who want to touch the Lord Canjian, and they are shameless!"

Ye Fan was speechless. He was indeed not familiar with the rules, but he wouldn't be so angry, right?

However, the Sword Controversy Platform was founded by Su Qingxue and Chu Yunyao.

He doesn't want to mess around, and he ruins the rules here.

Otherwise, Ye Fan would have wanted to stab him with a sword!

I really want to see what the trick is this broken sword.

"Young man, if you want to become famous, you have to follow the right path!"

After the Canjian said a word, he lifted his windbreaker and walked into the sword contest.

A group of fans behind screamed!

"So handsome!"

"My little sword has a very correct view of it!"

"Did you hear it! Shameless guy, why don't you get out?"

Ye Fan's scalp was numb and he was so angry that he laughed!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Patricia smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth, "I heard that, I asked you to go the right path! Who are you, you, the unknown man who has no one in the first thousand!"

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and now he is older, has experienced more and has a better temper.

If I were young, I would have stabbed it with a sword!

"Let's go and watch the game and see what tricks this big star is doing."

Canjian’s opponent today is the fifth-ranked “A raincoat and rain will last forever”.

Ren Pingsheng is his real name, from Shenlong.

Ye Fan has probably learned that he is a good seedling for innovative research on the Shenlong Jiu Transformation.

Su Qingxue mentioned several rookies to him before, and among the people worth paying attention to, Ren Pingsheng is also one of them.

The audience seats at the Sword Controversy Platform are limited, and even the "headquarters" of Yuncheng still have only more than 2,000.

However, more than two thousand seats are already full of enthusiastic fans.

They held crystal lanterns, various slogans, such as "one sword in love", "a lifelong love for the sword", "a broken sword is famous all over the world"...

The colorful lights and banners made Ye Fan laugh and cry.

"How is it? Are you very jealous? How many times have you saved humans by Sword God? Have you ever seen anyone make light signs for you?"

"I don't want that fancy thing!"

"You, do you want the power of faith? Just these people, do you think you will believe in you or your faith in the broken sword?"

Patricia said: "Su Qingxue's work on this project will improve the quality of the whole nation, but it will definitely reduce your personal belief power..."

Ye Fan smiled slightly. He didn't want the power of faith at all, so Su Qingxue had no worries.

At this time, Canjian's opponent Ren Pingsheng had not arrived for a long time.

Canjian stood on the stage, suddenly took out a wine pot, took off his cover, revealing a handsome face and a sparse stubble.

"Wow!--"

Screams came from the stands.

Canjian looked melancholy and looked up and poured two sips of wine.

The wine flowed down his cheeks and neck.

It seemed to have a taste of endless life, and the remnant sword sighed to the sky.

Looking into the distance, the Jian Jian stroked his long bangs.

A kind of strong man who is alone in the world and lonely inside is spreading like this.

"Xiao Jian is so pitiful... no one can fight him..."

"Yes, the opponent won't retreat again this time, right?"

"The sword is too strong, he is really lonely..."

"You guys say, why don't the Sword God come to challenge the little sword?"

"Sword God, Feng Xiaotian and the others rely on their cultivation and laws. They really rely on their strength and skills, so they probably don't have the courage to come!"

"If Xiaojian had not been born into a civilian, he would have been much more powerful than their clans!"

Hearing the various discussions on the stage, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

The layman watches the excitement and the expert watches the tricks, so he is too lazy to argue with these ordinary people.

Ye Fan found a staff member and asked, "Does Can Jian's opponent often abstain from power?"

"Yes, after entering the top ten, there were three consecutive abstentions, and they played one game, which was to fight the second place now. If they win, they would rush to the first place!"

"But because his previous battles were so gorgeous and too eye-catching, there were so many fans!"

"The key person is handsome!" another female employee added with a smile.

At this moment, the referee on the stage looked at the time point.

"A raincoat is a raincoat and rain for life, challenge timeout, and the default sword wins!"

"There are no more than one sword! A raincoat and mist have been in their lifetime, and it has dropped to sixth place!"

Cheers came from the stands.

Deafening!
To be continued...