The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Through observation, Chen Fan found that Jianxin's obsessive-compulsive disorder had reached a very serious level.

Even in order to test the thoughts in his heart, Chen Fan sometimes held the Hanguang Sword in front of him and sometimes hid it behind him.

When Hanguangjian was in front of him, Chen Fan could feel Jianxin's breathing fast, and he seemed very anxious.

But when the Cold Light Sword was hidden behind, Jian Xin immediately returned to the fierce temperament like a long sword out of the body.

This rare discovery made Fang Yuan a childlike heart. After all, it was surprising that someone like Jianxin could be encountered in the world of the Kyushu Continent.

With an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, Chen Fan held the Hanguang Sword to his chest, tearing his other hand slightly above his own.

With a stab, the black jacket was torn open by a gap, so it was immortal, but the gap was still on the left side of Chen Fan's coat, and he was using the sword with his right hand.

In this way, when Jian Xin looked to the left, he could see the extremely asymmetrical gap in the coat, but when he looked to the right, it was a cold light sword with a broken blade.

Jianxin is not stupid after all. Of course she knew that Chen Fan had already seen her weakness at a glance, and the whole person only felt that her anger was extreme, but the more it was, the more serious it was to stutter.

Pointing at Chen Fan angrily: "You, you...you are bad!"

Well, after holding back for a long time, Jianxin finally suffocated the word "You are bad", but seeing her expression at this time, these two words seem to be flirting, not at all like about to Two people to fight.

After all, who do you see is about to fight, and would say such shy words?

At this moment, Jian Xin felt very complicated. On the one hand, he knew that he had to deal with Chen Fan carefully, but on the other hand, he could not restrain his urge to help Chen Fan sew the clothes.

In short, it is very tangled.

In the end, Jianxin couldn't stand it anymore, and had to close his big eyes tightly, but in this way, the asymmetrical picture in his mind became clearer, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Looking at Jian Xin's so charming appearance, Chen Fan also smiled slightly. In his opinion, it is too simple to defeat Jian Xin. As long as you firmly grasp the shortcomings of OCD, winning is simply effortless.

But how could he do this?

After all, Chen Fan and Jianxin are not enemies, and there is no need to use any means to win, because that is really shameful.

He groaned and put the cold light sword into the storage bag, then took off his coat and took it away together, Chen Fan finally returned to the original symmetrical feeling again.

"Chen Fan, take the sword!"

At this moment, Wu Aiguo's voice sounded in the distance, and then a long sword that was shining with cold light, and most importantly, intact, was thrown up.

After waving it, Chen Fan nodded at Wu Aiguo. The quality of this sword has reached the level of a middle-grade spirit treasure. It is a treasure. Wu Aiguo could take out this sword and lend it to Chen Fan, but apparently did not use him. Be an outsider.

After finishing all this, Chen Fan said softly: "Okay, I have put away all the things you can't see, we can start fighting!"

After hearing this, Jian Xin quietly opened one eye, and after looking up and finding that there was nothing he couldn't see, he let out a sigh of relief.

However, he still observed Chen Fan's movements carefully, preparing to close his eyes immediately if he did something asymmetrical.

"You, you are not allowed to bully me... you know?"

Jian Xin was like a little girl, and solemnly began to warn.