Fan Anbing looked at the black giant sword in Gu Fenghua's hand with an ugly expression: "What do you mean? Look down on me and don't draw the sword?"

The giant sword in Gu Fenghua's hand was not unsheathed! The black cloth wraps the sword body and the scabbard into one, making it impossible to see what the sword looks like. And what makes people strange is that those black cloth strips were not cut off by Fan Anbing's sword!

"Yes, I look down on you. You are not worthy of me to draw my sword." Gu Fenghua smiled slightly, her smile always seemed so delicate and soft, which made life not feel bad. But what he said was full of sarcasm.

Fan Anbing's face became even more ugly. The other party repeatedly humiliated and remarked so wildly, how could he bear it?

"Looking for death!" Fan Anbing suddenly stepped forward with his right foot and stepped hard. His entire aura changed at this moment, suddenly rising, and his eyes began to turn red.

There was a commotion under the stage, and everyone could see that Fan Anbing seemed to have some extraordinary means to improve his strength, but he didn't know if it would hurt his body.

Jiang Ziyi and others knew that after seeing it: "This is Fan Anbing's bloodthirsty state. He is as ferocious as a beast, and his strength can be instantly increased to the ninth rank. What should I do? Fenghua is not his opponent. It is too late to abstain." After Jiang Ziyi said this, she looked at Gu Fenghua worriedly. Although Gu Fenghua's strength surprised him, Fan Anbing seemed to be superior. This is how to do? The delicate little beauty, hitting her, hurts his heart.

Wu Yongjun looked at Jiang Ziyi with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, but did not speak.

Fatty Bai completely ignored Jiang Ziyi, but stared at the stage with his eyes extremely cold.

"Aren't you Fenghua's good friend? Why are you in no hurry, let Fenghua abstain." Jiang Ziyi said to Fatty Bai anxiously.

Only then did Fatty Bai give Jiang Ziyi a look, and sneered: "Just your brain, don't worry, Fenghua will never like you."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then said angrily.

"Literally, see for yourself." Fatty Bai didn't say more, but continued to look at the competition stage.

Jiang Ziyi also turned to look at the competition stage, and saw Gu Fenghua and Fan Anbing fighting again!

Everyone could see that Fan Anbing was unusual. Of course, they also saw that the white light on his body was even more eye-catching. The eight holy beads on his forehead turned into eight real ones and one virtual one, adding up to nine holy beads. The nine holy beads spun rapidly, Fan Anbing's eyes were red, the muscles on his body burst out, and his momentum was constantly climbing.

In the stands, Wei Haiyun, the dean of the famous college, glanced at Ran Hongxue, wanting to see his frown, but saw him smiling and looking forward to it.

"What are you looking forward to?" Wei Haiyun asked. The ninth-rank fighting saint is probably the highest strength among the freshmen. Although this ninth grade is a fake, it should not be underestimated.

"Watch the show." Ran Hongxue said with a smile.

"What a show..." Wei Haiyun just finished speaking, turned his head to look at the competition stage, and his voice stopped abruptly.

What did he see?

When he saw Gu Fenghua's body, a blue light burst out! ! !

Am I getting dizzy? Wei Haiyun suddenly doubted himself at this moment, he blinked forcefully, and finally confirmed that he had no dizziness, and what burst out from Gu Fenghua's body was indeed the azure light that belonged to Fa Sage.

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