"What's even more frightening is that he is only 20 years old now!"
Liu Bai also feels the pressure.
His eyes fell on Fang Han, and the smile on that elegant face had faded a bit, replaced by a thoughtful look.
Fang Han's Sword Technique, he can see clearly.
Sharp and concise, it has reached Mastery Realm.
Coupled with the ghostly Body Movement and the ridiculously powerful physical defense--
In time, this kid will definitely become a strong rival on Prodigy Ranking.
"It seems you are going to be under pressure!"
Yue Lingtian stands with his hands behind his back.
His eyes also fell on the two figures below, but his expression remained calm.
There is no solemnity and no pressure.
He just watched quietly, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
Because in three months, he will be thirty years old and will move up and down the list from Prodigy Ranking.
By then, who is the No. 1 Prodigy Ranking and how the ranking on Prodigy Ranking changes will have nothing to do with him.
He is standing here now, just as a bystander, watching the struggle of these rising stars.
As for pressure?
Why should a person who is about to leave the rankings care about the growth of his descendants?
There was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and in that arc there was a bit of relief, a bit of relaxation, and a hint of faint expectation.
I look forward to seeing what this Qingyang Prefecture and Prodigy Ranking will be like after I leave.
Forest Clearing has long been changed beyond recognition, and all the ancient trees within a radius of dozens of feet are broken and fallen.
The ground was plowed into deep criss-crossing ravines, with large and small potholes scattered throughout, and gravel and broken branches scattered all over the ground.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and were blown away by the surging energy, repeating the cycle.
The figures of Fang Han and Meng Xian flashed rapidly in the messy battlefield, and every collision erupted with a deafening roar.
Fang Han's green robe was damaged in many places. There were wounds on the left shoulder, right arm, and waist. Blood soaked through the broken skirt.
However, most of these wounds were superficial, only causing pain to the skin and flesh, and did not damage the muscles and bones.
Meng Xian looks much more embarrassed.
His black robe was stained with large dark red bloodstains, and a deep sword mark appeared under his left rib. The clothes on his right shoulder were torn, revealing a half-foot-long bloody mouth underneath.
The most serious injury was on the outside of his thigh, where Fang Han's sword struck him. Although the vital part was avoided, the wound was quite deep and blood continued to seep out, affecting his movement.
The two were facing each other from a distance, more than ten feet apart, both breathing heavily.
Meng Xian looked down at the wounds on his body, then looked up at Fang Han. For the first time, an unconcealable solemnity appeared in those sinister eyes.
There was even a hint of fear.
Before the battle, he never imagined that Fang Han would be so difficult to deal with.
Fang Han's Sword Technique is fierce, and Body Movement is ghostly. He had expected these.
But Fang Han's incredibly powerful physical defense was completely beyond his expectation.
During the fight just now, he landed at least five firm palms on Fang Han.
According to common sense, an attack of this level is enough to seriously injure an ordinary Fourth Grade Late Stage warrior.
But what about Fang Han?
Just minor injuries.
Those wounds didn't even affect his combat prowess.
Looking back at myself, every time I was struck by Fang Han's sword, it was a real injury.
If his combat power was not above Fang Han, and he could suppress Fang Han in terms of attack power, and did not allow Fang Han's attack to be carried out, he would have been lying down at this moment.
"Damn it!"
Meng Xian cursed lowly, already thinking about retreating.
If this continues, even if he can win, he will have to pay a heavy price.
Even - may not win.
But that strain Golden Flame Sacred Lotus...
He glanced at Fang Han's arms, where a faint hint of gold could be seen.
It is a treasure from heaven and earth that can drive warriors crazy, and it is a supreme holy object that can transform Horizontal Training practitioners.
It was really unacceptable for him to give up just like that.
Fang Han has a panoramic view of Meng Xian's expression changes.
He knew that Meng Xian was already thinking of quitting.
But with this person's temperament, I'm afraid he won't give up Golden Flame Sacred Lotus easily.
In that case--
Then add another fire.
Fang Han Take a deep breath, and the blood in your body Internal Qi circulates vigorously again.
One hundred thousand kilograms of power, Fourth Grade Late Stage Internal Qi, Greater Accomplishment Sword Intent--
The three are superimposed again.
He didn't wait, he took the initiative!
"Whoosh!"
<Windcloud Escape> Using all his strength, his body turned into a stream of light cyan light, spanning a distance of more than ten feet in an instant.
Cloudsplitter Sword turned into a condensed cyan rainbow, piercing Meng Xian's throat.
This sword is as fast as lightning and extremely powerful.
Meng Xian's pupils suddenly shrank, and without any time to think, both claws came out, and ten claws intertwined into a network, sealing the fatal sword.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang--!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded intensively.
The sword light and claw light collided fiercely, sparks flying everywhere.
Fang Han A sword is as fast as a sword, Sword Intent is like a tide, continuous.
He no longer defends, and plays entirely offense-for-attack style.
Meng Xian was forced to retreat continuously by this sudden and violent attack. The wounds on his body burst open again in the fierce battle, and blood flowed.
"Are you crazy?!"
Meng Xian roared.
This style of play completely disregards one's own safety.
Fang Han did not answer, and Sword Intent became more and more aggressive.
Another sword stabbed out.
This sword, at a tricky angle, struck directly at the wound on Meng Xian's left rib.
Meng Xian's expression changed drastically, and he tried his best to dodge to the side.
But Fang Han's sword is too fast.
The tip of the sword grazed his ribs. Although it did not penetrate the wound, it added a new wound to the edge of the wound.
"Ugh!"
Meng Xian groaned and staggered back.
Fang Han gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. He advanced again and slashed out with another sword.
One hundred thousand kilograms of physical strength, Fourth Grade Late Stage Internal Qi, Greater Accomplishment Sword Intent--the three are superimposed to the extreme.
The sword light was condensed like a line of green light, tearing Void Sundering energy and making a sharp tearing sound.
Cut off Meng Xian's head.
If this sword is effective, Meng Xian will definitely die.
Meng Xian feels a fatal threat.
He let out a sharp roar, stretched out both palms, and two extremely condensed black palm prints suddenly faced the cyan sword light.
"Boom--!!!"
The sword light collided with the palm print, causing an earth-shaking loud noise.
The two colors of cyan and jet black light intertwine, erode, and annihilate like crazy, and the shock wave generated is like a ring of destruction, spreading crazily in all directions.
Amidst the surging air waves, Fang Han and Sword Intent were blocked.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Xian no longer hesitated, his body turned into a stream of light and fled towards the back.
The speed is astonishingly fast.
In the blink of an eye, he was already dozens of feet away.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, looking at the stream of light that quickly went away, breathing slightly.
He did not pursue.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.
Nearly 70% of the Internal Qi in the body has been consumed.
And--
Fang Han glanced at the higher ridge a few hundred feet away.
There, under his Greater Accomplishment<Spirit Sniffing Art> perception, there were three extremely terrifying auras.
Every breath is stronger than Meng Xian.
If these three people, or any one of these three people, takes action against him, he will be in trouble.
"Whoosh!"
He took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling energy and blood, swayed, and unfolded <Windcloud Escape>.
Sweeping in the opposite direction to Meng Xian, the figure quickly disappeared into the vast mountains and forests.
Hundreds of feet away, on the higher ridge.
"I didn't expect that Meng Xian lost in the end."
Liu Bai spoke first, with a gentle voice.
"In terms of real strength, Fang Han's ranking on Prodigy Ranking should be improved by at least ten places."
Mad Blade carried the giant knife that looked like a door panel, looked towards the direction where Fang Han disappeared, and said with a slight solemnity on his rough face.
"What's even more frightening is that he is only 20 years old this year."
Liu Bai has deep eyes.
"You have such strength at the age of twenty... given time, this boy will definitely become a powerful rival on Prodigy Ranking."
Mad Blade looked at Liu Bai with a slight frown, then looked at Yue Lingtian who was always silent, and asked:
"Brother-in-law, what do you think?"
Yue Lingtian stood with his hands behind his hands, still looking in the direction where Fang Han disappeared.
That handsome face had a calm expression, with no emotion at all.
After a moment, he spoke slowly and in a calm voice:
"This boy obviously has the strength of more than ten Prodigy Ranking, but he deliberately hides his clumsiness and only reveals his strength of more than thirty Prodigy Ranking. It can be said that he is extremely scheming."
"Meng Xian was defeated in his hands, not unjustly."
Mad Blade and Liu Bai both had a look of solemnity in their eyes.
Yue Lingtian This person has always been a man of few words, so it is rare to receive such a comment from him.
"But..."
Yue Lingtian changed the topic, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
"None of this has anything to do with me."
He turned around and walked down the ridge.
"In three months, I will be off the list. The rights and wrongs on Prodigy Ranking will have nothing to do with me in the future."
The moon-white robe fluttered slightly in the mountain breeze, and the figure quickly disappeared into the forest.
Liu Bai and Mad Blade stood there, watching Yue Lingtian's leaving figure, and were silent for a moment.
"Get off the list?"
Liu Bai repeated in a low voice, then shook his head slightly.
"I almost forgot, in three months, brother-in-law will be off the list."
He looked again at the direction where Fang Han disappeared, and a thoughtful look flashed across his gentle and jade-like face.
Yue Lingtian will be off the list in three months. No matter how talented Fang Han is, it is impossible to knock Yue Lingtian off the top of the list within three months.
Fang Han cannot affect Yue Lingtian at all.
On the contrary, he and Mad Blade will compete for the top spot in the future, and they will have another strong competitor.
In the evening, the setting sun dyed Cloud Mist Mountain Range into a dark golden red.
Fang Han's figure appeared at the meeting point.
His green robe was damaged in many places. There were tears on his left shoulder, right arm, and waist. There were dried blood stains on the cracks.
Cloudsplitter Sword is still hanging there at the waist, and the scabbard is also stained with some dust and blood.
At the meeting point, bonfires have been lit in the camps of each force.
Smoke from cooking pots curled up, and the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of medicine floated in the air.
People who came one after another gathered around the fire in twos and threes, chatting in low voices, treating wounds, or counting today's harvest.
The appearance of Fang Han attracted the attention of many people.
Those eyes rested for a moment on his torn robes and the bloodstains in many places on his body, and then moved away without much surprise.
Going deep into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range to hunt monsters, injuries are common and nothing to be alarmed about.
Fang Han walks at the meeting point and heads towards the area where Azure Profound Sect is stationed.
As soon as he stepped onto the edge of the camp, a light blue figure quickly came up to him.
Yun Qianyue.
She was still covered with purple gauze, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.
But at this moment, there was a hint of concern that could not be concealed in those eyes.
"Senior Brother Fang, are you injured?"
Her voice was still cold, but her speaking speed was slightly faster than usual.