Chapter 245 Huanhuan's Mumbling, the Top Showdown Begins! [Please Read On]

"You...you..."

When Ying Huanhuan just woke up, she saw herself leaning on Lin Fan's arms in a shameful posture, and her little face suddenly turned red because of shame.

After reacting, Ying Huanhuan jumped off Lin Fan's hand with a whoosh, and said in shame: "You hateful guy, you actually used what I taught you to deal with me. And..."

What else, Ying Huanhuan was a little embarrassed to continue, staring at Lin Fan with a pair of big eyes, almost going crazy.

"Ahem, who told you not to admit defeat? I can only do this", Lin Fan coughed dryly and said.

"Humph! Give me back the guzheng!" Ying Huanhuan blushed and glared at Lin Fan fiercely, and stretched out her white jade hand to him.

"Here", Lin Fan heard the words, and without hesitation, he handed the guzheng to Ying Huanhuan.

Ying Huanhuan snatched the guzheng from Lin Fan's hand, but grabbed Lin Fan's wrist, and suddenly lowered his head and bit it hard.

Lin Fan could have broken free, but he was worried about hurting Ying Huanhuan, so he let her do it.

"Pervert, wait for me!"

Ying Huanhuan immediately showed a fierce look, left a warning, and fled away from the stage.

Lin Fan looked at Ying Huanhuan who was fleeing from the stage, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly.

At this moment, Lin Fan could feel the countless arrow-like gazes from the surroundings.

It seems that he has offended the public!

Lin Fan whispered to himself, but he didn't take it to heart.

A Taoist deacon fell from the sky and landed on the stage. He looked at Lin Fan with a strange look, and then announced loudly: "Lin Fan wins."

Hush.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a series of boos sounded around, causing the deacon to shake his head helplessly, but the look he gave Lin Fan was a little admiring.

Lin Fan didn't say much, but bowed to the steward, and then retreated to the area where the disciples of the Desolate Palace were.

As soon as Lin Fan landed, Jiang Hao and others immediately rushed up, and then a bunch of thumbs up in front of Lin Fan, with a strange smile on their faces that men just understood.

"Brother Lin Fan, you are really awesome!" Jiang Hao laughed strangely and said, "But don't worry, all the disciples of our Desolate Palace will fully support you!"

Lin Fan glared at these guys who were watching the fun and didn't mind making trouble, and said unhappily: "You guys, don't add fuel to the fire."

When Lin Fan returned to the stage, Ying Huanhuan also returned to the area where the Heavenly Palace was. Her pretty face was still flushed, and the color of shame and anger filled her big watery eyes.

The Heavenly Palace disciples around were full of indignation.

Ying Huanhuan was the most popular person in their Heavenly Palace. On weekdays, I don't know how many disciples had thoughts about her. Lin Fan's previous behavior undoubtedly made them feel a sense of common hatred against the enemy.

Puff.

When Ying Huanhuan seemed to be still in a trance about what happened before, a light laugh sounded in her ears.

Ying Huanhuan looked up and saw Ying Xiaoxiao staring at her with a playful smile on her face.

"Sister, that guy treated me like this, it would be fine if you didn't help me, but you actually made fun of me."

Ying Huanhuan, who was already embarrassed, was immediately angry when she saw Ying Xiaoxiao's appearance.

"Who asked you to do those meaningless resistances? Lin Fan didn't want to hurt you, so he did that." Ying Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly and smiled.

"That guy is so hateful, taking advantage of me, hum..." Ying Huanhuan gritted her teeth and looked at the area where the disciples of the Desolate Palace were.

However, she saw Lin Fan standing in the front.

When her eyes were cast over, the latter seemed to have noticed something, and then turned his head and met her eyes.

After staring at each other for a few breaths, Lin Fan looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

Ying Huanhuan obviously didn't have such a thick skin, so she could only withdraw her gaze in defeat. She kept muttering like a bullied little woman, scolding Lin Fan with those words without any offensive power.

...

In the area where the disciples of the Earth Palace were not far away, Qingye stood at the front with a straight figure. He had just won a competition easily.

However, his face was not good, but there was a faint surge of anger.

And the source of this anger was obviously also from the previous competition between Lin Fan and Ying Huanhuan.

Looking at Ying Huanhuan's constantly changing red cheeks, Qingye couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

"Lin Fan." Qingye's eyes were a little dark, and then he looked at Lin Fan in the distance, but his palms couldn't help but slowly clenched...

Lin Fan stood safely in the disciples area of ​​the Wilderness Palace, and he was motionless in the face of all kinds of gazes from all directions.

However, suddenly a unique gaze made Lin Fan feel a chill all over his body.

Lin Fan looked back and saw Ying Xuanzi sitting in the center seat, casting a half-smiley look at him.

But Ying Xuanzi didn't keep staring at him, and looked away after a moment.

Next, there were no more unexpected situations in Lin Fan's competition, and he won every game very smoothly.

In addition to Lin Fan, Ying Xiaoxiao and Wang Yan also advanced all the way, especially Wang Yan. Almost all of his disciples who met him chose to admit defeat directly.

Soon, this palace examination entered the semi-final stage.

The four who advanced were Ying Xiaoxiao from the Heavenly Palace, Wang Yan from the Heavenly Palace, Lin Dong from the Desolate Palace, and Lin Fan from the Desolate Palace.

Seeing that two of the four who advanced to the semifinals were disciples of the Desolate Palace, the Dao Sect was in an uproar.

The two Palace Masters of the Desolate Palace, Chen Zhen and Wu Dao, were all delighted.

In contrast, the Palace Masters of the Earth Palace and the Hong Palace looked a little unhappy.

But losing is losing, and they can't do anything about their inferior skills.

Amidst countless eager eyes, a deacon came out, looked around, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Next game, Lin Dong from the Desolate Palace."

At this point, his voice paused, and then he said again, "Fighting, Lin Fan from the Desolate Palace."

Hearing the words of the deacon, Chen Zhen and Wu Dao's expressions changed slightly, and they felt a little regretful.

The disciples of the Desolate Palace also had complicated expressions at this moment, not knowing who to support.

"I admit defeat in this battle!"

Just as everyone had different expressions, Lin Dong's voice suddenly came from the position of the disciples of the Desolate Palace.

"Are you sure?" The steward looked in the direction of Lin Dong and asked again.

Lin Dong said: "Sure, I admit defeat."

"In this case, this match, Lin Fan of the Desolate Palace, wins!"

The steward announced the result in public after hearing this.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon chose to accept it.

Although Lin Dong was also very good, there was indeed a certain gap compared to Lin Fan.

In addition, they had a good brotherly relationship, so it was reasonable for Lin Dong not to fight Lin Fan head-on.

Then, everyone involuntarily looked in the direction of Wang Yan and Ying Xiaoxiao.

Disciples from other peaks also rushed here to see this top duel.

A strange atmosphere enveloped the top of the mountain, and Wang Yan, still with his eyes closed, his thin figure, against the backdrop of the black giant sword behind him, looked even more lonely.

Ying Xiaoxiao's face was pale, but the hands in her sleeves were slowly clenched.

A deacon finally landed on the stage under the gaze of many people, and looked at the two most eye-catching figures on the top of the mountain with a slightly complicated look, and then a low shout resounded on the top of the mountain.

"The next competition, Ying Xiaoxiao of the Heavenly Palace, against Wang Yan of the Heavenly Palace!"

The deacon shouted, but surprisingly there was no eager cheering on the top of the mountain.

All eyes were focused on the two figures. This might be the most top-notch confrontation among their disciples of Dao Sect.

Under the convergence of all eyes, Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes, moved his body, and appeared directly on the stage, and then, his indifferent eyes looked at Ying Xiaoxiao outside the field.

"Huh!"

Ying Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and then landed on the stage under the gaze of many people, a pair of eyes, looked at the man carrying the black sword, and a clear voice sounded in the field.

"Brother Wang Yan, please give me some advice!"