Chapter 3390 A Misty Rain Ren Pingsheng

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The two of them were not in a hurry to go in. When they came outside the Sword Discourse Arena, they saw hundreds of fanatical fans shouting and cheering.

In order to maintain order, the staff at the scene forcibly opened the energy barrier channel.

The man walking not far away was wearing a swallowtail black windbreaker with the hem fluttering in the wind, giving him the air of a lonely knight.

On the back is a half-broken big sword, and the vicissitudes of the hilt are wrapped with blood-stained cloth strips.

Long grayish hair hangs down his waist, and he wears a black mask with the word "sword" printed on it.

Looking at the protruding sword eyebrows and cold eyes, he has the demeanor of a male god.

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

"That's not bad? Isn't this just pretending? I think it's a secondary illness!" Ye Fan said disdainfully.

"I think you are jealous, people are no longer obsessed with you, the sword god, but like Canjian."

Patricia smiled and said, "Actually, it's quite normal. You're a pervert, and you certainly don't have a good reputation among girls."

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

After trying to sense it, Ye Fan couldn't help frowning.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

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

"It's normal. If someone can reach the first place in the Discourse on Swords list, there is always something special about him. It's not difficult to hide his cultivation."

Ye Fan immediately used Wushuang to gain insight, and felt even more weird.

This broken sword is not only unrecognizable in cultivation, but also in physical quality, it doesn't look like a master.

Could it be that he has really reached the level of proficiency in his skills?

Ye Fan went straight to Can Jian, and Patricia quickly followed.

"Young people, sign a group photo, and wait for the sword debate to end."

There was a hint of displeasure and impatience in Can Jian's eyes.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm not your fan, I'm looking for you to discuss swords."

Can Jian was slightly surprised, and then there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

At this moment, several staff members rushed up to fend off Ye Fan.

"What are you doing? Is Master Canjian the one you want to challenge?"

"For the top ten challenge, the ranking must be within five! You, a newcomer, want to eat farts?"

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

"Do you want to be famous and crazy?"

"You are also worthy of challenging our little sword?"

"Master Can Jian stabbed you to death with one finger!!"

"These days, there are a lot of people who want to touch Mr. Ci Canjian, shameless thing!"

Ye Fan was speechless, he was indeed not familiar with the rules, but he shouldn't be so scolded, right?

However, the Sword Discourse Arena was founded by Su Qingxue and Chu Yunyao.

He is also not good at messing around, ruining the rules here.

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

I really want to see what kind of trick this disabled sword is.

"Young man, if you want to be famous, you have to go the right way!"

After Can Jian said a word, he lifted his windbreaker and walked into the Sword Discourse Arena.

A group of fans behind screamed wildly!

"It's so handsome!"

"My Xiaojian Sanguan is too upright!"

"Did you hear that! Shameless guy, why don't you go away?"

Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and he laughed out of anger!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Patricia laughed so hard, "Did you hear that, they told you to go the right way! Who are you, you, a nobody in the top 1,000!"

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

If he had been young before, he would probably have stabbed him with a sword!

"Come on, let's go watch the battle and see what kind of routine this big star is doing."

Can Jian's opponent today is the fifth-ranked "Yi Mino Misty Rain Ren Pingsheng".

Ren Pingsheng's real name comes from the Shenlong clan.

Ye Fan probably knew about it, and he is a good seed for innovative research on the Nine Transformations of Shenlong.

Su Qingxue had mentioned a few rookies to him before, and Ren Pingsheng was one of the people worthy of attention.

The auditorium seats in the Sword Discourse Arena are limited, even in the "headquarters" of Yuncheng, there are still only more than 2,000 seats.

However, at this moment, more than 2,000 seats were already filled with fanatical fans.

One by one, they held up spar lamps, and various slogans, such as "a sword to fall in love with", "love the sword for a lifetime", "the broken sword is famous all over the world"...

The colorful lights and banners made Ye Fan dumbfounded.

"How about it, are you jealous? How many times have you saved human beings, the old sword god? Have you ever seen someone make a light sign for you?"

"I don't want that fancy stuff!"

"Tch, you want to say that you want the power of faith? As far as this group of people, do you think they will believe in you, or in Canjian?"

Patricia said: "Su Qingxue's project, although improving the quality of the whole people, will definitely reduce your personal power of belief..."

Ye Fan smiled slightly, he didn't need the power of faith at all, so Su Qingxue didn't have any worries.

At this time, Ren Pingsheng, Can Jian's opponent, has not arrived for a long time.

Standing on the stage, Can Jian suddenly took out a wine jug and took off his mask, revealing a handsome face with a sparse beard.

"Wow!--"

There were screams from the stands.

With a melancholy look on his face, Can Jian raised his head and took two sips of wine.

The wine trickled down his cheeks and neck.

As if there was a taste of being unloved, Can Jian sighed to the sky.

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

A kind of demeanor of a strong man who is alone in the world and lonely in his heart, just like that pervades.

"Xiaojian is so pitiful... No one can fight him..."

"Yeah, the opponent won't retreat again this time, will he?"

"Jian Jian is too strong, he is really lonely..."

"You say, why doesn't the sword god come to challenge Xiaojian?"

"Sword God, Feng Xiaotian and the others all rely on their cultivation base and laws. If they really rely on their strength and skills, they probably don't have the guts to do it!"

"If Xiaojian hadn't been born as a commoner, he would definitely be much stronger than those of their clans!"

Hearing all kinds of discussions on the stage, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

He is too lazy to argue with these ordinary people if he is a layman watching the excitement and an expert watching the doorway.

Ye Fan found a staff member and asked, "Can Jian's opponent often abstains?"

"Yeah, after entering the top ten, those who forfeited three games in a row will fight once, that is, they will fight against the current second place. If they win, they will be ranked first!"

"But because his previous battles were too gorgeous and entertaining, so there are 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.

"A cloud of smoke and rain, Ren Pingsheng, the challenge is timed out, and Canjian wins by default!"

"Can Jian won the first place in the ranking! Yishui Misty Rain, Ren Pingsheng, fell to the sixth place!"

There were bursts of cheers from the stands.

Deafening!

Can Jian looked regretful, shook his head with a bitter smile, and silently put on the mask.

With his toes pointing up, his windbreaker fluttering, and his long hair fluttering, he soared into the sky and flew towards the vast starry sky.

Patricia was about to drag Ye Fan to fight herself, but found that the man had disappeared?

Turning his head, he saw a shadow, silently chasing Can Jian.

Ye Fan is too lazy to rank slowly, not to mention this broken sword, in his opinion, is very problematic...

Since he can't fight directly in the arena, then he will go to private and meet this broken sword for a while.

After reaching an altitude of 10,000 meters, Ye Fan was about to catch up with Can Jian, but suddenly felt something was wrong!

"who!?"

My heart shuddered, and I didn't have time to see clearly.

Ye Fan couldn't see the strange figure of Li, like a few shadow heavy cannons, hitting him in an instant!

Ye Fan, who didn't disintegrate, felt that his bones were about to shatter, and he spit out a mouthful of blood!

Like a broken kite, it fluttered and fell!