Chapter 1465： Grand Tournament unveiled

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Taking a breath, Chen Fan opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed brilliantly in an instant.

Glancing at the wooden sticks that quietly hovered beside him, he had an unparalleled sense of invigoration in his heart!

Twenty-five days of sleepless, day and night practice, Chen Fan stimulated himself with pain, and warned himself with fatigue to stay alert.

Now, everything has finally been achieved, his swordsmanship has officially declared its success!

Imagine, when you return to the mainland of Kyushu, and then confront others, taking people from the top of the sky thousands of miles away is like trying to get things from the bag. How wild is this?

"One of the three techniques has been completed, and Chen will win the following techniques of throwing beans into soldiers and runes!"

Muttering to himself in his heart, Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes again. There are still five days away from Zongmen Dabi. He should take this opportunity to take a good rest and ensure that he maintains his best condition on the day of Dabi. !

But now Chen Fan doesn't know that at this moment, the eyes of the entire sect disciple seem to be focused on his wooden house.

His name entered the ears of the entire Ting Lan Sect at this moment.

All the disciples under the sect, the elder of the head teacher, and even the elder Qi of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, were shocked by the ability to cultivate swordsmanship from childhood to great achievement in twenty-five days.

Such a speed of practice is simply incredible!

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In a blink of an eye, five days passed.

Early this morning, Han Qingyi came to Chen Fan's wooden house, planning to find him to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

"Little Junior Brother, the time is almost there, let's go quickly."

Han Qingyi yelled outside, only hearing Chen Fan's voice from inside the wooden house: "Wait for me for a while, wait for me to take a shower and change clothes!"

I didn't take a bath for a month, so I didn't dare to be dirty when I participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition. Chen Fan had already recovered very early today and raised his state to the peak, so he is now bathing.

After a while, Chen Fan changed into a black outfit.

Properly tailored clothes set off his slender and straight body, standing like a javelin between heaven and earth.

The hair was **** high and formed into a bun on the top of the head. Seeing that it really seemed to float out of the dust, it seemed like an immortal in the dust!

"Yo-yo, the little Junior Brother's outfit is terrific. It's a fake to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition today, it's true to take the opportunity to hook up a few senior sisters."

Han Qingyi immediately joked when he saw Chen Fan who was going out.

Chen Fan didn't bother to retort: ​​"You look good, but is it because I am afraid that I will strengthen your limelight?"

"Junior brother, who can compete with you nowadays in the sect, but no one knows you. It is said that even the head teacher has personally interrogated it."

Chen Fan was a little stunned when he said this.

"Headmaster? Why does he ask me?"

In Chen Fan's view, he practiced at home every day for a month, and he didn't ask about world affairs, could this be a source of questions?

"Junior brother, don't you know?"

"What do I know?"

Chen Fan became even more puzzled, but saw Han Qingyi's expression in disbelief and said, "Twenty-five days, under the witness of the disciples of the whole sect, I have cultivated the skill of the imperial sword. This is the first time I have heard of Lanzong. Up."

"You said you like this, how can the head teacher not intervene personally?"

"You are rising now, little brother, you really don't know the monarch in the world, and you'll be so prosperous in the future, don't forget the brother."

Han Qingyi was cynical as always, but his words revealed a question that Chen Fan did not want to accept.

He was looking for the identity of the unknown person again, and being popular was not what he wanted.

It's not good now, it's just a simple practice. Everyone knows it.

It must be known that Muxiu is in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. In this way, he does not know how much he will suffer from the sect.

"Oh...Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, probably so."

Chen Fan shook his head, thinking a little unwillingly, but if Han Qingyi had known such words, he would vomit blood for three liters of anger.

With such a good opportunity to show off, Chen Fan was unhappy, and he would be happy to jump three feet high after changing the others!