The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

On the Royal Academy campus, a square array of thousands of people is neatly arranged, including the existence of princes and princes such as Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi.

These thousand-person squares were personally selected by Chen Fan and Li Chengfeng, with suitable cultivation levels. After all, some students' cultivation levels were too low to be on the battlefield.

As for the Jianxin Chen Fan wanted to see most, he happened to be absent now, saying that he was out on a mission again.

After Emperor Xuan gave Chen Fan the task of leading the Royal Academy to destroy the Sunburning Horse Thief, the people in the Academy didn't know it yet, and Li Chengfeng took advantage of this opportunity to announce it.

I saw him standing on the high platform of the schoolyard together with Chen Fan, his eyes as cold as the cold wind.

"Everyone, eight hundred miles southwest of Xuanjing, one day the Wulong Cavern was in danger, and there were nearly a thousand slaves in it. Today, your Majesty sent me to wait and wipe it out!" At this point, Li Chengfeng paused for a moment. Then he continued: "And our commander is Chen Fan!"

"What? It turned out to be Chen Fan. Why does he command us? Even if he is stronger than me, I won't follow his command. Isn't it just a little slave? I can go alone!"

"Yes, which one of us is not a juvenile handsome, let a person of the same generation command us, we are not satisfied!"

"Not satisfied, we are not satisfied!"

Even Li Chengfeng didn't expect that this incident would have caused such a big response, and there was even a faint tendency to be overwhelming.

It's easy to understand that everyone present is indeed young heroes. This kind of person has always regarded himself very high. How can he put Chen Fan, a poor boy with no background in his eyes?

Even though Chen Fan is now stronger than them, in the eyes of most people, it is not an insurmountable existence.

For this reason, except for a few people like Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi who chose to follow the arrangement, many people expressed their dissatisfaction with Chen Fan's command.

Li Chengfeng is suffering at this moment not knowing how to express. He knows Chen Fan's potential, but others don't.

Just about to open his mouth to say something, Chen Fan on the side stood up.

Facing Li Chengfeng, he released a shaoan but not restless look, and Chen Fan looked at the students in the lower square.

Just one look seemed to have magical powers, causing everyone to lower their voices unconsciously until they were completely silenced in the end.

This is the invisible coercion and aura!

"You said I am not qualified to command you?" Chen Fan asked and answered himself: "I don't see it, I know a grandfather Li in the palace, I think even he can command you!"

Without giving the person standing below a chance to speak, Chen Fan's voice became cold, like a violent wind in the stern cold, deeply piercing everyone's ears and piercing their hearts!

"Don't blame me for speaking too badly, let an **** command you. The reality is that your position in your heart is just a bunch of rubbish!"

"Yes, you heard that right, you are just a bunch of rubbish!"

Chen Fan’s voice grew louder and louder, as if thunder was rolling in, and like Hong Zhong Dalu. At this moment, even though there was infinite dissatisfaction in his heart, no one dared to interject, because no one had the courage and power of Chen Fan. Aura!

"Now that Zhinu has entered Xuanjing, you group of elders and widows are still making noise for who is directing this matter, tell me, you are not rubbish, who is rubbish!"

Chen Fan's violent shouting shocked everyone, only to feel that Chen Fan's words were constantly echoing in their minds.

"But why are you leading us."

In the crowd, one person finally resisted Chen Fan's pressure and spoke, but his tone was not as firm as before.

In an instant, everyone's eyes swept toward Chen Fan.