Chapter 650: Mr. Jiang's First Martial Arts Battle

Three levels of the magic sword?

There are so many things going on in this Taihuabo. There is the inner demon path of Lingyun Tianjianfeng ahead, and here comes the third level of the demon sword. What are you doing!

After asking in detail, Jiang Fan understood that the so-called three levels of the Demon Sword were not to pass three levels, but to pass one of them based on one's own cultivation level and prove that one is at the top level at this stage.

And the lowest level is the Grandmaster level. But the disciples of Taihua think it is impossible for him, because those who can reach this level are at least at the peak of the Grand Master, and they are the outstanding ones at the peak.

As for Jiang Fan, a guy with at most Grandmaster level real energy in his body, he was completely useless in their eyes. He was advised not to ask for trouble, both in words and in words.

The disciple of Taihua seemed to be polite, but there was ridicule in his eyes, and Jiang Fan couldn't help but frown.

If you have to go up, other than asking the Empress to come forward, you have no choice but to break through.

However, looking at the thousands of troops beside him, he knew that the empress must have climbed to the Demon Sword Peak. Looking for her now would inevitably cause her to lose face.

In this case, the only option is to break through.

We’ve come here, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing if we couldn’t go up?

He stopped Meng Yi's rage and pulled him towards the so-called entrance of the three levels.

A slightly mocking advice from a Taihua disciple came from behind: "Your Majesty, don't force yourself... Grandmaster Guan is not for top people only. If it doesn't work, just come down. You can wait for news at the foot of the mountain..."

Meng Yi snorted angrily, and suddenly knocked his heel on the ground. A pebble flew up, and the screams of Taihua disciples came from behind - two of his front teeth fell out.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh, this guy really had a bad temper.

Before the pass, Meng Yi was a little worried: "Master, you can't rely on external force to break through the pass. My disciple can't help you."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly. If you break into your own way, I will have my own way. Can this mere three levels of the Demon Sword stop me? Even if the inner demon is level 900, don't worry.

When he said this, Meng Yi, who was very nervous, immediately felt relieved. That's right. Who is the master? Is there any place in the world that can stop him?

Worrying too much, Meng Yi figured it out and walked straight to the pass to break through first.

Jiang Fan was speechless. This apprentice was really confident about him.

Walking towards the pass, Jiang Fan saw a tall man with a five-foot giant sword across his knees. This was his challenge, one-on-one, to defeat this great master's peak swordsman.

So Jiang Fan ushered in the first time in his life that he faced an enemy alone.

Without exposing his innate energy, Jiang Fan circulated his master-level true energy, and strands of pink mist overflowed from his body.

"please."

The man didn't recognize him and looked up without getting up: "Sir, you are only at the Grandmaster level and you are no match for me."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "How will you know if you don't try?"

The man said: "Don't humiliate yourself. I will only fight against the great master."

Jiang Fan said: "Your Excellency, if you don't take action, I will pass."

The man couldn't help but frown and slowly stood up, "Since you didn't listen to the advice, don't blame me for being rude. Don't blame me for being hurt."

"Since you've broken through, it's okay, please—"

He said please, but suddenly raised his hand and punched him.

This punch contained all the strength in his body, the burning sensation rose again, and all the strength in his body exploded in an instant.

The man didn't care at first, but suddenly he was startled, and the horizontal sword blocked his fist.

With a muffled sound, the man's upper body actually swayed, and Jiang Fan was also bounced back.

"What a strength!" The man was a little frightened.

It's a bit unbelievable that a Grandmaster realm has shaken his own peak as a Grandmaster.

At this time, Jiang Fan also felt his own power. With his powerful physical body and the true essence of the Grandmaster Realm, he could really shake the Grand Master.

The joy in my heart is indescribable. In this world where martial arts is respected and everyone is a warrior, for the first time, I have a certain amount of force capital.

This meaning is very important to him.

The man originally disliked his opponent's pink essence, but after a brief exchange, he felt how extraordinary the young man in front of him was, and he stopped his contemptuous attitude.

"Your Excellency has amazing strength. I underestimate you, but don't think you can pass this way."

But Jiang Fan didn't talk nonsense. For the first time in actual combat, he was inexplicably excited.

With a flash of his body, he rushed forward to attack again.

Deliberately trying to mobilize all his strength, he did not use the green snake at all, and just relied on his fists to fight the man.

Seeing that he was bare-handed, the man actually threw his sword aside and started fighting with him.

This played into Mr. Jiang's plan even more.

The two of them were punching and kicking and they were having a great time.

If that person is also a strong player, otherwise he would not be holding such a big heavy sword. And with his physical body and the Grand Master's peak true energy, he is very scary even without a sword.

Although Jiang Fan also practices regularly, he does not work hard. He is the one who talks about fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

Fortunately, the old guy's ten years of medicinal bathing, coupled with the transformation that may have been caused by the blood of Dragon Ao, made his physical body really strong. Although it was difficult, he could still resist the opponent.

But what he suffered the most was his true energy. After all, that person's cultivation level was much higher than his. It is difficult to win with physical strength alone.

No, it seemed that before he could use all his strength, Jiang Fan was punched from the air, and his true energy exploded, sending him flying several feet away.

This was not going to work. Jiang Fan put one hand on the ground, his mind was racing, and he finally gritted his teeth and quietly moved a trace of innate energy into Pink Kill. Innate energy can simulate true energy, which is invisible to outsiders.

After running wildly for a day, Jiang Fan keenly felt that he could already use some innate Qi, but he had not been tested and had no proficiency.

But he believed that it was enough to fool a grandmaster.

This was indeed the case. Jiang Fan was surprised to find that the wisp of innate Qi merged with the pink killing, although it was a bit weird, but the other party didn't see any clues.

He was just very surprised at his sudden surge of true energy. However, there are many secret methods in the world that can stimulate people's potential in a short time, so it is not too hard to believe.

At this moment, Jiang Fan was evenly matched with him!

Unfortunately, another problem was exposed. Mr. Jiang really lacked martial arts training. He was beaten by others with thousands of tempered martial arts.

It can be seen that at the beginning, others just underestimated him and did not use real kung fu. Now that they found that his strength had surged, they no longer held back, and the difference in their skills became obvious.

Jiang Fan seemed a little flustered. In a hurry, he was hit on the shoulder by a punch and stepped back several steps. However, he seemed unwilling to accept it and rushed forward again. Soon, he was hit in the chest again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flew three meters away.

But Jiang Fan seemed very persistent. He rushed forward again with a roar, but was swept by a leg and kicked to the ground.

Fortunately, his body was strong and he was not seriously injured. He got up and rushed forward again.

He got beaten, got up, went up again, got beaten again, got up again, and went up again.

After more than ten rounds, his opponent admired his persistence.