Chapter 272 The Genius Returns

"Hehe, Shen Wushuang, who ranks fifth on the list of heavenly soldiers, actually believes these rumors? Chen Fan is impossible to live. I have seen his corpse with my own eyes, and on the day when the corpse disappeared, hundreds of disciples of our Wan Jianzong saw it with their own eyes. .” Liu Ziyu shook his head and sneered, feeling that Shen Wushuang was simply too naive.

And Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng looked closely at Shen Wushuang, their eyes full of complex expressions, they hoped that Chen Fan was really not dead, but... so many people have seen his body, even the strong ones in the Jindan stage, They feel that this hope is already very slim, and the chances of Chen Fan surviving are almost zero.

  Shen Wushuang also regained his senses slightly, feeling that he was indeed a little restless just now, but when he heard the sound transmission of a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, he thought it was true without thinking, so that he lost his judgment.

   "Haha, this is the biggest joke today!" Another Wan Jianzong disciple stood up from his seat and laughed first.

   Immediately afterwards, the other disciples of Wan Jianzong also laughed, and even the disciples of Shushan shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They also saw Chen Fan's frozen corpse, and felt that it could not be faked.

   Liu Xun and Zeng Rong also frowned, then smiled lightly, not paying much attention.

  Xiao Munan kept his eyes closed and meditated, without any reaction.

  The seven elders on the high platform, except for Lao Huangya, shook their heads one after another. Among them, a casual cultivator at the Jindan stage also moved his mouth slightly, telling Shen Wushuang not to believe these rumors via voice transmission.

   "No, it's true, we saw it with our own eyes." At this time, several voices came from the seats at the entrance of the hall, and several monks looked determined and said in a very positive tone.

  The main hall suddenly fell silent again, but this time everyone didn't pay much attention to it, and shook their heads and chuckled.

   "Which sect do you guys belong to? Just joking around is enough, don't go too far!" A disciple of Chengxianzong scolded, frowning.

   "It is because of these rumormongers that there are so many absurd rumors in Heaven." Liu Ziyu smiled disdainfully.

   "We..." Several monks blushed.

   "Phew!"

  But at this moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from the clouds outside the Immortal Palace, and everyone couldn't help turning their heads to see that a rainbow-like aura was approaching the Immortal Palace.

   "Hey, what a powerful breath, which young genius is here?" An elder sensed it first, and said with interest.

   "Hey, it smells a little familiar." Old Huang Fang smiled deeply.

  The disciples sitting under the high platform were also commotions, and some of the top 20 Heavenly Soldiers frowned and began to discuss.

   "Strange, who could it be? The strength of this breath is not weaker than the top three in the Heavenly Soldiers List."

   "Except for Xiao Munan and the others, it's hard to think of anyone else who is so powerful, and who actually has the token of the Feast of Immortals."

   "You'll know soon, he's coming."

  Xiao Munan, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes involuntarily, and frowned slightly. He also sensed this powerful aura, and it seemed familiar.

   "This is impossible..." Xiao Munan's eyes suddenly opened, as if he had thought of something.

Shen Wushuang and Chen Jingjing also looked out. At this moment, the clouds were finally split by the sharp sword, followed by a stream of purple-golden light, which suddenly cut through the sky, and fell on the platform outside the hall with a whoosh sound. The figure in cyan clothes landed on the ground and walked towards the main hall.

  But the clouds drifted past, and everyone couldn't see the figure's face at all, and they all looked at it.

  Only Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng's heart skipped a beat, and they couldn't help breathing quickly.

"Purple Gold Sword Qi...Brother!" Chen Jingjing's eyes began to moisten, her voice was trembling and choked, she didn't see the face of this figure, but that familiar breath and Chen Fan's unique sword Qi appeared at the same time, Her intuition told her that this was her elder brother—Chen Fan!

  Shen Wushuang heard Chen Jingjing's choked up voice, and turned her head to see her face covered with tears, she was dumbfounded, her eyes filled with astonishment.

   "Could it be... is it really him?" Shen Wushuang's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. Three years later, she still hasn't been able to forget this man.

  Zhang Rumeng held Chen Jingjing's clothes tightly with her small hands, and stared nervously and expectantly at the figure that was getting closer and closer. She also recognized Chen Fan's true energy in the world of cultivating immortals, the purple-gold color!

   "It's him, it's him, he's here! Who else doesn't believe our words?" Several monks at the gate looked excited and excited, pointing at the blue figure that was slowly walking, and shouted loudly.

  Everyone in the hall heard the words, and immediately reacted.

   "He you are talking about..." Someone still couldn't believe it, and wanted to ask clearly, but half-opened his mouth froze in an instant.

  They all saw that the clouds were gradually thinning, and that cyan figure came out, with a delicate and clean face, dark eyes like ink, and an indifferent expression on his face, slowly walking towards the hall step by step.

   "Chen... Chenfan!" In the hall, a monk suddenly screamed.

  Everyone could no longer remain calm and indifferent, they all stood up suddenly, watching Chen Fan approaching the hall with shock, and his face became clearer and clearer.

   "How... how is it possible?" A disciple of Wan Jianzong widened his eyes, as if seeing a ghost, and backed away repeatedly.

   "This is impossible. I have seen his corpse with my own eyes, and it is lifeless." The disciples of Shushan were also stunned and dumbfounded.

  Liu Ziyu turned pale with fright, but still couldn't believe her eyes, muttering to herself: "Impossible, impossible, this can't be true."

The same is true for Zeng Rong and Liu Xun. They were all defeated by Chen Fan in the past, but they all confirmed Chen Fan's death with their own eyes. The frozen body was clearly real, and even the strong Jindan stage confirmed it. How could Chen Fan still be alive?

   "Could it be... just look alike?" Many people have this thought in their minds.

  Xiao Munan's expression froze, and he slowly stood up from his seat, his vast eyes fixed on Chen Fan.

   "Brother..." Chen Jingjing was already in tears, all kinds of emotions in the past three years finally rushed out at this moment, an inexplicable force was born under her feet, and she rushed towards Chenfan.

  Zhang Rumeng and Shen Wushuang stood where they were, with tears in their eyes, their bodies trembling slightly, weeping with joy but holding back their tears.

   At this moment, everyone's hearts are complicated. Some people are happy, some are shocked, some are disappointed, and some are gloating. Once Chen Fan returns, the Heavenly Soldiers Ranking will be shuffled again.

   Chen Fan, who was so powerful three years ago, they believe that three years later, his strength will only be even more terrifying. The king of young geniuses has returned!

  (end of this chapter)