The two of them didn't rush in. When they came outside the Lunjiantai, they saw hundreds of fanatical fans shouting and cheering.
The staff at the scene, in order to maintain order, forcibly opened the energy barrier channel.
The man walking not far away, wearing a black swallowtail trench coat, fluttered in the wind at the back, giving him the smell of a lonely knight.
On his back was a big sword that was broken in half, and the hilt of the sword was wounded with blood-stained cloth.
She had long, gray hair hanging down her waist, and she was wearing a black mask with the word "sword" printed on it.
Looking at the exposed sword eyebrows and cold eyes, there is quite a demeanor of male god.
"No wonder so many female fans look good," Patricia muttered.
"Which is good
Isn't this just pretending
I think it's secondary disease! "
Ye Fan disdainfully said.
"I think you are jealous. People are not obsessed with you, the sword god, but like the broken sword."
Patricia smiled and said: "Actually, it's normal. You are a big horny guy, and your reputation among girls is definitely not very good."
Ye Fan wanted to argue, but suddenly couldn't find a reason to refute, so he had to curl his lips depressedly.
After trying to perceive it, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.
"what?"
"What's wrong?"
"I can't see this guy's cultivation."
"It's normal. People can get the first place on the swordsmanship list. There are always advantages. It's not difficult to hide the cultivation base."
Ye Fan immediately used Wushuang to gain insight, and he felt even more weird.
This Remnant Sword is not only invisible in its cultivation base, but its physical quality does not look like a master.
Is it true that he has reached the level of proficiency in his skills
Ye Fan walked straight to the front of Can Jian, and Patricia quickly followed.
"Young man, take a photo with autographs, and wait for the end of the discussion."
There was a hint of displeasure and impatience in Can Jian's eyes.
Ye Fan was stunned and said with a smile: "I'm not a fan of you, I'm looking for you to discuss the sword."
Can Jian was slightly surprised, and then there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
At this moment, a few staff members hurried up to block Ye Fan.
"What are you doing
Master Canjian, did you challenge it if you wanted to? "
"The top ten challenge, the ranking is less than five! Are you a newcomer wanting to eat?"
Not only did the staff criticize indignantly, but even the outside fans began to swear! "Want to be famous, want to be crazy, right?"
"Just you are worthy of challenging our little sword?"
"Master Can Jian pricked you to death with one finger!!"
"These days, there are so many people who want to touch Master Porcelain Canjian, shameless things!"
Ye Fan was speechless, he was really not familiar with the rules, but he wouldn't be so sprayed, right
However, Lunjiantai was founded by Su Qingxue and Chu Yunyao.
He is not good at messing around, ruining the rules here.
Otherwise, Ye Fan couldn't wait to stab him directly! I really want to see what kind of routine this Remnant Sword is.
"Young man, if you want to be famous, you have to go the right way!"
After Can Jian put on a sentence, he put on his windbreaker and stepped into the Lunjiantai.
A group of fans in the back screamed and screamed! "So handsome!"
"My Xiaojian's three views are too righteous!"
"Have you heard! Shameless guy, don't you get out?"
Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and he laughed angrily! "Haha...Haha..." Patricia leaned back and laughed, "I heard no, people told you to go the right way! Who are you, you, there are no names 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 had been young before, I would have stabbed it with one sword! "Go, let's go to watch the game and see what kind of routine this superstar does."
Can Jian's opponent today is the fifth-ranked "Ren Pingsheng".
Ren Pingsheng is his real name, from the Shenlong clan.
Ye Fan probably knew that he was a good seed for innovative research on the Nine Transformations of Shenlong.
Su Qingxue had mentioned several rookies to him before, and Ren Pingsheng was one of them.
On the sword stand, the audience seats are limited, even if it is the "headquarters" of Cloud City, there are still only more than two thousand.
However, at the moment, more than two thousand seats are already full of enthusiastic fans.
One by one he held the spar light boards, various slogans, such as "One sword loves my heart", "Love the sword for a lifetime", "Remaining swords are famous everywhere"... The colorful light boards and banners made Ye Fan laugh and cry.
"How about it, aren't you jealous
How many times has your Sword God old man saved mankind? Have you ever seen anyone make a light sign for you? "
"I don't want that fancy stuff!"
"Hey, do you want to say you want the power of faith
With this group of people, do you think they believe in you, or in the broken sword? "
Patricia said: "Su Qingxue is working on this project. Although it improves the quality of the whole people, it definitely reduces your personal power of belief..." Ye Fan smiled slightly. He didn't need the power of belief at all, so Su Qingxue had no worries.
At this time, Can Jian's opponent, Ren Ping, had not arrived yet in his life.
Standing on the stage, Can Jian suddenly took out a hip flask, and after taking off the mask, a handsome face and sparse stubble appeared.
"Wow! —" There was a scream from the stands.
Can Jian looked melancholy in his eyes, raised his head and took two sips of wine.
The drink ran down his cheeks and neck.
As if there was a scent of incompetence, Can Jian sighed to the sky for a long time.
Looking into the distance, Can Jian stroked his long bangs.
A solitary, lonely strong man style, just diffused.
"Little Sword is so pitiful... No one can fight him..." "Yes, won't the opponent shrink again this time?"
"The sword is too strong, he is really lonely..." "You said, why doesn't the sword god come to challenge Xiaojian?"
"Sword God, Feng Xiaotian, they all rely on cultivation bases and rules. They really have the guts to come by their strength and skills!"
"If Xiaojian hadn't come from a commoner, he would definitely be much better than those of their clans!"
Hearing all kinds of discussions on the stage, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
The layman watched the excitement and the expert watched the doorway, he didn't bother to care about this group of ordinary people.
Ye Fan found a staff member and asked, "Can Sword's opponent, do you often abstain?"
"Yeah, after entering the top ten, those who abstained in three consecutive games played one game, which is a battle with the current second place, and if they win, they rush to the first place!"
"But because his previous battles were all too gorgeous and so admirable, so there are so many fans!"
"The key person is handsome!"
Another female employee smiled and added.
At this moment, the referee on the stage looked at the time.
"Yi Mi Mi Yu Ren Pingsheng, the challenge is overtime, the default is Can Jian wins!"
"Can Jian ranked first again! Ren Pingsheng Ren Pingsheng dropped to sixth place!"
There were bursts of cheers from the stands.
Deafening! Can Jian looked regretful, smiled bitterly and shook his head, silently putting on his mask.
He has a little toe, his windbreaker is flying, his long hair is flying, and he flies straight into the sky, flying towards the vast starry sky.
Patricia was about to pull Ye Fan to fight on her own, only to find that the man was gone
Turning his head, he saw a shadow, quietly chasing Can Jian.
Ye Fan didn't bother to play the rankings slowly. What's more, this Remnant Sword, in his opinion, is very problematic... Since you can't directly fight in the ring, then he will go privately and will know this Remnant Sword for a while.
After reaching a height of 10,000 meters, Ye Fan was about to catch up with Can Jian, but suddenly felt something was wrong! "who!?"
I was stunned, and I didn't have time to see clearly.
Ye Fan couldn't see Li's weird figure for several times, like a few heavy shadow cannons, instantly smashing on him! Ye Fan, who hadn't disintegrated, felt that all his bones were about to be broken, and he vomited a mouthful of blood! It's like a broken kite, falling down and faltering!