The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

He could create any moves before, and he possessed the power of my imagination.

No genius is as talented as him.

After all, this is not the setting in the game, and it is impossible for the male protagonist to become the best in the world in a short period of time.

Xu Chen still took the love route, but he was able to become the best in the world in public. There is no need to say much about his talent.

He can be said to be the most powerful genius in history.

Naturally, he now blamed everything on the sword maniac. After all, a missing person would not speak.

Unless that person suddenly shows up.

This situation can basically be ignored.

A great cultivator who has been missing for decades or even centuries suddenly resurrected within a month. The probability of this happening is even lower than the probability of him winning the resurrection match.

Xu Chen didn't believe that his luck was that bad.

"Your father knows so much."

Yu Qianrou clapped her hands and cheered, saying, "As expected, he's called a 'Sword Maniac'. I really want to meet him sooner and spar with him."

Her tone was somewhat ambiguous, and Xu Chen naturally pretended not to notice the difference in her tone and said, "If there is a chance, I will let my father fight with the master."

"So who do you think will win?"

Yu Qianrou asked without giving Xu Chen a chance to breathe.

Her questions were very sharp, giving the impression that no matter which side of the answer was right.

Xu Chen was very clear about his position and the role he was currently playing. He pretended to be embarrassed and said with sweat on his forehead, "This...this..."

On one side is the master, and on the other side is his father.

It's hard to choose either side.

Because he had to give the answer in front of his master.

If I had to choose between my father and my father, I would definitely choose him.

Xu Chen looked to be in a dilemma, as if he was embarrassed to say the word "father".

There are no flaws in the acting.

Yu Qianrou stared at Xu Chen closely, not finding any pretense in him, and said with some disappointment, "Okay, I'm just asking for fun, you don't have to answer me."

"Okay, who wants to challenge next?"

When she asked this question, the disciples around her were all shocked.

No one expected that Shou Liangping, whom they had placed high hopes on, would actually fall in front of Xu Chen.

They never thought that Shou Liangping, who possessed the famous sword "Xu Yu", would lose to his junior brother.

The first time that He Yongyan, the tenth seat, competed with Xu Chen could be said to be a "first sight kill" and he didn't know Xu Chen very well.

What about Shou Liangping?

He actually lost even though he had the "Moment".

This is enough to prove Xu Chen's value.

Perhaps they should re-examine this junior fellow who has only been in the sect for a week.

He is not lucky.

He really has something on him.

Well-deserved eighth place.

"I come!"

A familiar hoarse voice was heard, and Xu Chen turned around and saw the girl he had met before.

The girl had a hoarse voice, but her skin was as white as frost and snow, and she had a moving beauty.

"Senior Sister Gong?"

Some disciples made surprised sounds. They did not expect that Gong Xiangyun, who was in the fifth seat, would choose to stand up at this time.

The difference between the eighth and fifth seats is not even a little bit!

There is an insurmountable gap between each seat, and the hierarchy is very strict.

They admitted that Xu Chen was very strong, but they didn't think that the current Xu Chen could deal with Gong Xiangyun.

"Come and fight, I can't wait."

Gong Xiangyun is not tall and is petite and cute, but she seems full of confidence.

"Senior Sister, we can spar anytime, there's no need for now."

Xu Chen had a headache and said to Gong Xiangyun.

"But I can't wait any longer. Haven't you been resting lately?"

"Alright, come on then."

Xu Chen had already figured out how to respond, so he got into position and gripped his sword tightly.

"Great! Let's fight!"

Yu Qianrou didn't have the airs of a sect leader at all. She was like a bloodthirsty audience in "Baki", eager to see the two of them fight to the death, preferably with blood splattered all over.

The disciples around were a little confused, wondering if this competition was really necessary to start?

No matter how you look at it, there's no suspense, right?

"Who knows, maybe no one has reached the upper limit of Junior Brother yet."

Some disciples think that there may be a chance. After all, no one knows Xu Chen’s limit now.

No one has ever made Xu Chen use his true strength.

Maybe that was all he had just now, but who knows?

They also thought so when Xu Chen fought against He Yongyan, the tenth seat, before. What is the truth?

Miracles won’t happen again and again, but what if this isn’t a miracle, but the junior brother just has that ability?

The successive miracles suddenly made them have some inappropriate expectations of Xu Chen.

"That's true, maybe there's a chance?"

"Look, it doesn't seem that simple."

"Since Junior Brother was able to defeat Senior Brother Shou so easily, perhaps he does have some chance, although it's not a big one."

"Junior brother, come on!"

Many people just follow the crowd, and once someone takes the lead, they are easily obedient.

Human beings are essentially repeaters.

If there were a plus-one button for speaking, I'm afraid the whole world would be assimilated.

This is undoubtedly the case now.

"It seems they all support you."

Gong Xiangyun didn't care and said with a smile: "Then I will start."

She was obviously not as gentlemanly as her previous senior brothers, and she chose to attack immediately.

However, her sword-drawing method was different.

She didn't swing the sword, but flew it.

The flying sword came out in an instant.

Xu Chen used his sword to block it, but the flying sword immediately changed direction.

Gong Xiangyun had a strong control over the sword, so he could naturally do this, and the disciples were not surprised.

They were looking forward to Xu Chen using some special method to solve the problem.

However, it does not.

The tip of the sword pointed at Xu Chen's neck.

The outcome has been decided.

It was different from the last fight where they swung swords at each other dozens of times.

The winner of this competition was decided almost in an instant.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

We finally had hope for you, but you made us lose so completely.

They shouldn't have had any expectations of Xu Chen!

"I lost."

Xu Chen shrugged and frankly admitted his failure.

The results are obvious.

It can be said that this was the result that people expected at the beginning.

But why is there an inexplicable sense of loss?

Why on earth should they have expectations in the first place?

"what?"

Even Gong Xiangyun himself felt cheated. Is he so weak?

She has always had an extraordinary intuition about strong people. It can be said that she has been able to sense strong people since she was a child, and this intuition is stronger than anyone else.

That's why she spoke to Xu Chen on the day he entered the sect.

How could he be so weak?

"Ah."

When Song Bowen saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneer.

He thought Xu Chen would be a trouble to him, but now it seems there is no need to worry at all.

Xu Chen, the direct disciple, has completely disgraced the master.

He doesn't have to do anything at all.

Now he just wanted to know how the leader would deal with this matter.

Will he be expelled from the sect because of disappointment?

"Did you really lose?"

Yu Qianrou instantly appeared behind Xu Chen and asked.

Xu Chen knew he couldn't fool Yu Qianrou, so he said, "I was exhausted just now. Maybe I can show my full strength in the sect competition in a week."

"That's it, the best dishes should always be eaten last."

Yu Qianrou didn't care at all about Xu Chen's defeat. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Looking at the master's smile, Song Bowen's face darkened even more.

It shouldn't be like this.

Two hundred and sixty-five, such a big deal?

Time goes by day by day, and the day of the sect competition is getting closer.

Before we knew it, it was already the day before the sect competition.