17: C17 Liu Xian

C17 Liu Xian

Yang Fan wasn't injured, how could that be?

In the entire Outer Sect of Qianyuan Sect, there were only a handful of people who he wasn't confident of defeating. And amongst these people, Yang Fan was definitely not one of them.

The reason he was defeated by Yang Fan was entirely because the latter had good luck and unleashed all of his potential, which allowed him to possess a power that was above his own in an instant.

However, this kind of power that was temporarily obtained by luck was not worth being envious of.

This kind of eruption of potential not only required good luck, but it also caused great damage to the body.

Therefore, he was very sure that Yang Fan was injured!

Wang Daniu looked at the round-faced girl with disdain and curled his lips, "Ignorant, don't say too much, lest it becomes a joke."

Everyone immediately laughed. Wang Daniu's firm words made them believe that Yang Fan was indeed injured.

The round-faced girl's face turned red and she lowered her head.

However, she still couldn't help but say softly, "It's true. Senior Brother Yang might not be injured. He's just teasing everyone!"

Only the green-shirted youth beside her heard the mosquito like voice.

The green-robed youth shook his head helplessly. She really was a stubborn little junior sister. However, she was also very cute. She actually dared to say such words in front of everyone.

"She can't even defeat an injured fellow, yet she can still laugh." Just as everyone was laughing at the round-faced girl's ignorance, a cold voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a black-robed youth carrying a saber in his arms walking over.

On the left side of the youth's face, there was a sinister scar that made his entire body seem cold and murderous.

"It's senior brother Liu Xian!"

When they saw the cold expression on the black-robed young man's face, everyone immediately recognized him.

"Senior disciple Liu Xian is going to deal with Yang Fan himself!"

"Haha, even if Yang Fan isn't injured, he won't be a match for senior disciple Liu, let alone now that he's injured."

"Of course, half a month ago senior disciple Liu challenged a body refining fifth level senior disciple, but in the end, he won't lose. That body refining fifth level senior brother is not someone Wang Ba's group can compare with."

"Don't talk about Wang Ba, he actually lost to Yang Fan. Truly trash."

"That's right. Yang Fan was injured even when he fought with us. He is even worse than Senior Brother Daniu, let alone Senior Brother Liu..."

Everyone was discussing amongst themselves, flattering Liu Xian.

Liu Xian's expression was still as cold as before. His eyes swept across the crowd, and there was a sense of superiority in his gaze.

Among the crowd, Wang Daniu was very unhappy. He admitted that Liu Xian was stronger than him. However, in the discussions of the crowd, he was used to show off Liu Xian's power.

This made the proud Wang Daniu unable to laugh.

When he saw Liu Xian looking at him, he let out a cold snort. He took the initiative to turn his head and put on an indifferent expression.

Disdain flashed across Liu Xian's eyes as he walked into the first stage.

The weak Yang Fan saw Liu Xian coming in and coughed twice. His face turned even paler.

Yang Fan knew Liu Xian, and also knew that Liu Xian was at the fourth level of Body Refining, and was extremely powerful.

However, he did not have any fear in his heart. He still imitated his previous appearance and said through gritted teeth, "Junior brother Liu, in order to show respect to you, I will suppress my injuries and fight you with all my strength!"2

Liu Xian's expression was cold as he said, "Yang Fan, I was entrusted by someone to break one of your arms. Now, do you want me to do it myself, or do you want me to do it myself?"

He went straight to the point. His tone was cold as if he was announcing the outcome of the battle.

However, there were two outcomes that Yang Fan could choose from.

Yang Fan raised his eyes and asked, "Did Huze ask you to come?"

Apart from Huze, Yang Fan didn't know who else would be so ruthless to him.

"Smart. Unfortunately, you won't live long. Today is the beginning of your pain!" Liu Xian pulled out his long knife. The body of the knife was covered with blood and rust. Under the sunlight, it emitted a bloody smell.

"Senior Brother Yang, don't blame me. In the following battle, I will not be able to stop. After all, if you can defeat that trash Wang Ba, I have to give it my all." Liu Xian's words carried a trace of ridicule.

Yang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Then it seems that I have to give it my all."

Taking a step forward, Liu Xian pointed the long blade in his hand at Yang Fan's throat. He said coldly, "No matter how much strength you use, the result will be the same!"

"I don't think so." Yang Fan straightened his body and said faintly.

He was too lazy to continue pretending to be Liu Xian.

Liu Xian was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Yang Fan wasn't injured at all. It turned out that he was just pretending.

"Only trash would do such boring things." Liu Xian didn't panic. There was a mocking smile on his face.

The moment he finished speaking, his body rushed out, and his long blade slashed out in a strange arc. There was a faint blade energy circulating on the blade, adding a bit of sharpness to it.

Yang Fan moved like the wind and easily dodged the blade. At the same time, he flicked his finger on the side of the blade.

Clang!

The huge force caused Liu Xian's palm, which was holding the blade, to tremble.

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