Leaving the square where General Ranking Martial Dao Stele was, Xiao Chen was galloping all the way with almost wind under his feet.
The piece of Zi Courtyard that rushed towards it was not explicitly stipulated, but it had already defaulted to Forest Clearing belonging to Fang Han.
In the distance, he saw the cyan figure of Fang Han, practicing Sword Technique in the open space.
The sword light circulates, with the potential of wind and thunder, but it is so unpredictable that it is difficult to catch its trajectory.
"Fang Han! Fang Han!"
Xiao Chen The voice arrived first before anyone arrived, with uncontrollable excitement and excitement on his face.
Fang Han heard the sound and flicked his wrist. Flowing Wind Sword let out a clear sword cry. Sword Intent suddenly converged and turned into a green rainbow and returned it to the sheath.
He turned around and looked at Xiao Chen who was running towards him, his brows raised slightly with a hint of questioning.
"What was the result?"
Fang Han's voice was calm and not too rippled, but upon closer inspection, there was still a hint of exploration deep in his eyes.
Li Qinghong went to General Ranking Martial Dao Stele to test. He had heard about it, but he did not go to watch it.
"Li Qinghong...Li Qinghong He failed! He failed to return to the top thirty!"
Xiao Chen rushed forward, with a bright smile on his face and his voice trembling with excitement.
"Congratulations, Fang Han. It won't take long for the sect to issue a formal document. By then, you will be a true disciple of True Disciple!"
Although he had already expected it, Fang Han's heart was still slightly shaken when he heard Xiao Chen's confirmation with his own ears.
An indescribable excitement quietly passed through his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc uncontrollably.
He nodded slightly, his tone still calm.
"Brother Xiao, thank you for coming here to inform me."
"I knew you could do it!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were full of proud joy.
"Beginner stage is a disciple of True Disciple who has just turned one year old! We Azure Profound Sect may not be able to find another disciple in the past few decades!"
Fang Han smiled and did not answer.
He knew in his heart that even if Li Qinghong was lucky enough to keep True Disciple's position this time, with his current cultivation speed, it would only be a matter of time before he surpassed him.
But being able to step into True Disciple so smoothly and without any setbacks saves a lot of trouble after all, which is the best result.
After chatting for a few more words with Xiao Chen and sharing what they had seen in the square, Xiao Chen said goodbye and left because he had other things to do.
Only Fang Han was left in the open space again, and the surroundings were silent except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the treetops.
He walked slowly to a smooth blue stone at the edge of the open space and sat down slowly.
The fingertips unconsciously brushed the cold Flowing Wind Sword scabbard, but my heart felt quite uneasy.
True Disciple disciple!
He knew exactly what this meant.
Higher monthly benefits, more generous cultivation resources, freer sect authority, and even a certain degree of transcendent status.
The most important thing is that once ranked True Disciple, it means that you have truly entered the core class of the Azure Profound Sect and received the attention and protection of the higher level of the sect.
At that time, even True Disciple who ranks Prodigy Ranking like Chu Feng will not be able to suppress and make things difficult for him with the help of sect rules or through the Deacon and Elder who are friends with him as before.
Chu Feng If you want to touch him again, you need to weigh the consequences and take into account the sect's laws and the attitude of the senior officials.
He, Fang Han, will no longer be the disciple of Zi Courtyard who can be manipulated at will by Chu Feng and who must be patient at all times!
A feeling of elation, mixed with expectations for a broader world in the future, quietly surged in his chest.
But soon, he took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions.
The waves that had just appeared in his eyes quickly calmed down and became calm again.
Becoming True Disciple and getting rid of the passive situation of being beaten is just the beginning.
What he wants is far more than that.
General Ranking Top thirty? This is definitely not his end.
His eyes had already been cast on the Prodigy Ranking that was higher up, and on the Chu Feng who had repeatedly made things difficult for him.
"Chu Feng, no matter it's General Ranking or Prodigy Ranking, I will trample you under my feet. This day won't be long."
A fighting spirit rose like a flame, and then quickly restrained itself, turning into a more determined motivation to practice.
After completely calming down, Fang Han stood up and pulled out Flowing Wind Sword again.
The blade of the sword is dark green, with a restrained brilliance flowing under the mottled light filtering through the gaps in the forest.
"Chi chi chi -"
<Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> When deployed, the sword moves are strange and murderous, and the understanding of the samadhi of "cunning, absoluteness, and speed" becomes more and more profound.
He can clearly feel that since Sword Technique stepped into the Mastery Realm, every time he improves, the understanding and accumulation required are far greater than before.
This is the case with martial arts training. From Beginner stage to Minor Accomplishment, and then to Greater Accomplishment, the closer it is to the Perfection Realm, the difficulty increases exponentially.
<Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> This High Grade Sword Technique is the best, and naturally it is no exception.
The speed of cultivation has obviously slowed down a lot compared to before Greater Accomplishment.
However, under the terrifying increase of sixty-four times Sword Art Talent, this "slowing down" is only relative.
His understanding, understanding of sword moves, and control of Sword Intent are still improving steadily and firmly at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary swordsman geniuses.
Many obscure points that even kendo geniuses would be stumped by can often become clear to them after a few exercises and a slight thought.
Time passed quietly in the focused practice. The sun was getting higher and it was almost noon.
Fang Han slowly sheathed his sword and was about to end his morning practice and head to the cafeteria for dinner.
At this moment, a burst of slightly hasty footsteps came from far and near again.
He raised his eyes and saw Xiao Chen running towards him quickly with a trace of anxiety and solemnity on his face.
"Fang Han!"
Xiao Chen Before the person arrived, the voice came first.
Fang Han felt a little strange in his heart. He had seen Xiao Chen not long ago and came back again, and his expression was different. Could it be that something happened again?
"Brother Xiao, what happened when you left and came back?"
Fang Han took a few steps forward and asked.
"Fang Han, Song Xiang came with Li Qinghong and went straight to Zi Courtyard. Looking at their posture, I'm afraid they are coming with bad intentions!"
Xiao Chen ran forward and said urgently.
Before Xiao Chen finished speaking, Fang Han had already looked past Xiao Chen and towards the end of the path.
I saw two figures approaching quickly.
There is a person wearing ordinary disciple clothes, with a bit of flattery and ruthlessness in his expression, it is Song Xiang.
The other person is wearing a silver-patterned green robe with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. It is exactly the costume of True Disciple disciple!
This man is about twenty-six or seven years old, with an ordinary face. At this moment, his face is so gloomy that it can drip with water.
A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle, locked tightly on Fang Han, not hiding the coldness and unkindness in them.
It is Li Qinghong who failed in General Ranking Martial Dao Stele not long ago!
"Fang Han, you are indeed here!"
Song Xiang's high-pitched voice sounded, he pointed at Fang Han and said to Li Qinghong beside him.
"Senior Brother Li, he is Fang Han!"
Fang Han's eyes swept over Song Xiang, and finally landed on Li Qinghong. His eyes were calm and his voice was cold.
"Song Xiang, you brought Li Qinghong to me Zi Courtyard, do you have any advice?"
Being swept away by Fang Han's calm yet sharp gaze, Song Xiang felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart for no reason. He subconsciously shrank his neck and hid half a step behind Li Qinghong.
Li Qinghong took a step forward and stood three feet away from Fang Han. His eyes were like two ice picks and he looked Fang Han up and down. His voice was filled with suppressed anger:
"Are you Fang Han? The Fang Han who pushed me out of the top thirty?"
"Li Qinghong, it is common for rankings to rise and fall. If you are here just for ranking, I don't think it is necessary. Martial Dao Stele has already concluded it."
Fang Han's tone was dull, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"Conclusion?"
Li Qinghong sneered, his eyes becoming more angry.
"Stop talking nonsense! Fang Han, I, Li Qinghong, challenge you today, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
Challenge?
Fang Han sneered in his heart.
Li Qinghong's move was nothing more than losing in the rankings and wanting to regain his position in the battle and vent his grievances over True Disciple's position being taken away.
Maybe he still has the thought of saving some face if he defeats himself.
But for him, this challenge is meaningless.
He has firmly won the position of True Disciple. Li Qinghong's challenge is nothing but the incompetent rage of a loser. Victory is useless, and defeat is harmful.
"By sect law, challenges between disciples must be voluntary by both parties. Li Qinghong, I reject your challenge."
Fang Han said directly, his voice clear and firm.
"Refuse?"
Li Qinghong A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then turned into deep sarcasm.
"What? Are you scared? You are indeed a waste who only knows how to practice but not how to fight. He doesn't even have the courage to fight openly!"
"Li Qinghong, I don't fight just because it's not necessary. On the contrary, if you are really capable, you won't lose to me in the rankings. How are you different from being a shrew in the market? You are just making people laugh."
Fang Han heard this, not only was he not angry, but the corners of his mouth curved up in a very light, sarcastic arc.
"You...!"
Li Qinghong was so angry at Fang Han's repeated beatings and retorts that his face turned green and white, and the stagnant anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed.
He was originally a proud and arrogant person, but after successive setbacks, his reason was overwhelmed by anger.
At this moment, I was so excited by Fang Han's words that I couldn't care less about the sect's rules and subsequent punishment!
"You little beast, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. Today, senior brother, I will teach you a lesson!"
Li Qinghong roared angrily, and the vigorous Internal Qi of late-level sixth-grade energy burst out all over him, his robes fluttered, and he made a hunting sound.
He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the bluestone cracked instantly. He looked like a furious lion and rushed towards Fang Han!
On both fists, Internal Qi condensed, with a layer of earthy yellow halo, and with a fierce, domineering, terrifying fist intention that seemed to be able to blast Mountain Shatterer, it went straight to the middle door of Fang Han!
It is <Army-Breaking Fist> that has become famous and has reached the level of the Proficiency Realm.
The wind of the fist was sharp and harsh, the air was squeezed and the sound exploded, the sound was terrifying!
"Be careful!"
Xiao Chen's face changed drastically and he exclaimed in surprise.
Facing this sudden and ferocious attack, Fang Han's eyes suddenly turned cold.
He originally didn't want to take action, but since the other party was the first to break the rules, he couldn't be blamed.
"Clang!"
Flowing Wind Sword Qingyue unsheathed and turned into a dark blue electric light, which struck first and struck with incomparable precision at the point where Li Qinghong's punch was at its strongest.
On the tip of the sword, Wind Momentum quietly condenses, making the sword faster, faster, and sharper!