Looking at the Xiao family disciples rushing towards him, they were all attacking him with all kinds of fighting skills.

"Strong Wind Slash!"

"Stone punch!"

"Broken Moon Cut!"

Xiao Fan calmly performed the Seven-Step Technique and suppressed his true strength to the seventh level of fighting power.

Xiao Fan's figure kept flashing on the ring. Although the Xiao family disciples' attacks were fierce, Xiao Fan dodged them.

Xiao Zhan originally thought that Xiao Fan would be killed immediately by various fighting skills, but he didn't expect that he would have such footwork. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant.

Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Fan's figure, slightly lost in thought, and the blood in his body was ignited. When will he be able to face dozens of people at the same level or even higher ranks than him at the same time like his cousin Xiao Fan?

Xiao Yu didn't think highly of Xiao Fan just now. Now seeing the footwork he used, he felt a little ashamed. There were so many disciples who were stronger than him. How could he be proud?

Only Xiao Xun'er looked at Xiao Fan calmly. In her eyes, this kind of footwork was nothing.

At this time, on the stage...

Many disciples were surprised, how could it be possible that among this group of people, the highest level of fighting power was the eighth level, and with so many people, how could it be possible that Xiao Fan, who had lost the seventh level of fighting power in an instant, was suddenly a little scared, because Xiao family disciples kept coming.

Flying out of the battlefield, Xiao Fan was not hurt.

"Don't be afraid, there are many of us, and his fighting spirit will definitely run out at some point." A Xiao family disciple shouted loudly, and everyone on the training ground could hear it clearly.

Everyone thought that he was right. Even those who experienced harm would eventually run out of fighting spirit. Unfortunately, they thought wrong. Xiao Fan's skills were extremely powerful.

"Thunder strike!" Xiao Fan narrowly avoided the attack of another Xiao family disciple. Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that with his strength suppressed, he couldn't defeat them without using his fighting skills.

"Click." Suddenly, the air deformed slightly, and there was a click. Xiao Fan's hand suddenly emitted a strong lightning bolt.

"Ah!" The disciples in that area screamed in agony, and then fell down paralyzed.

"What? It turned out to be a Xuan-level elementary fighting skill?" It was impossible for the disciples of the Xiao family to see anything, but Xiao Zhan and the elders felt the power of the thunder strike, and they all stood up from their chairs.

How could a boy with seventh-level fighting skills have such fighting skills? You know, the Xiao family’s highest fighting skills are only at the elementary level of Xuan level!

"Thunder strike!" Xiao Fan ignored everyone's surprise and kept bombarding the Xiao family disciples with fighting spirit, and the green fighting spirit continued to flow throughout his body.

"How is that possible? His fighting skills are so powerful!"

"No, why hasn't his fighting spirit dried up after so long?"

"Everyone, run quickly. I heard the head of the family say that he has a basic Xuan-level skill."

"ah!"

The scene was extremely chaotic, and the Xiao family disciples tried to escape, but were knocked to the ground by Xiao Fan!

"Ah, no, no, no, I give up!" When Xiao Fan walked up to the last Xiao family disciple, yellow liquid dripped from his pants, and he shouted to admit defeat.

At this time, the scene was very shocking! Xiao family disciples fell to the ground one after another, some fainted, and some were still moaning.

Standing on the ring was a boy in a black shirt. The breeze was blowing, and Xiao Fan exuded the aura of a king.

"Who else?" Xiao Fan scanned the audience, but no one answered. Among the Xiao family disciples who came to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony, besides Xiao Fan, the only ones still standing are Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yan.

"Okay! That's great. You are worthy of being a disciple of the Xiao family." Xiao Zhan clapped his hands and made an excited voice. Then he called the Xiao family guards to carry all the Xiao family disciples for treatment.

The surrounding Xiao family guards clapped their hands and applauded after witnessing this battle. In this battle, Xiao Fan was so powerful that he exploded!

"Not yet! My goal is: to be the number one disciple of the Xiao family." Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed and he first looked at Xiao Yu.

"Xiao Fan, you..." Xiao Zhan was speechless. Although you are experienced, you can't be so arrogant, right?

"I, I admit defeat..." Although Xiao Yu was a little unwilling, the facts were in front of her and she had to admit defeat!

There is no dignity at all in front of the strong!

"Cousin Xiao Yan, come, let's have a competition?" Xiao Fan nodded with satisfaction at Xiao Yu's admission of defeat, knowing that those who practice are heroes. Then he smiled slightly and pointed the finger at Xiao Yan!

Is it fate to be the protagonist? I want to see how bad it is. I, Xiao Fan, don’t believe in fate. My fate is determined by me and not by God.

"Cousin Xiao Fan..." Xiao Fan's eyes showed a fiery light. Cousin Xiao Fan is really too powerful. After watching the battle just now! Xiao Yan's whole body's blood was ignited.

"I accept the challenge. I hope cousin Xiao Fan can show mercy!" Xiao Yan clenched his fists and said with his hands folded, his face showing fighting intent.

"Let's fight!" Xiao Fan said, and the fighting spirit in his whole body was ignited.
Chapter completed!