Fan Qinghui's words were clearly intended to provoke General Ye Wuque, and they were on top of such a grand event as the coronation ceremony. It was completely a sign of bad intentions!
A few words made Ye Wuque even more difficult to get off!
It's the same as a slap in the face!
Almost all the true disciples frowned, and their expressions turned unhappy when they looked at Fan Qinghui. They wondered how could Senior Sister Fan, who was indifferent but very talkative in their memories, become like this now?
On the stone platform in the distance, Xue Miaoyi's pretty face was calm, without any worries. She just looked at Ye Wuque quietly, and all she had in her heart was the confidence that had never changed.
There became a dead silence between heaven and earth!
Everyone subconsciously looked at Ye Wuque on the Feng Chan platform to see how their holy son would respond?
"You want to challenge me?"
Finally, a faint voice sounded from Ye Wugao and echoed.
He stood on the steps of the Zen Fengdai and looked at Fan Qinghui quietly. There was no movement around his body, but he gave people a sense of majesty and majesty, as if he had turned into a god standing proudly in the starry sky!
"That's right."
When Fan Qinghui saw Ye Wuque's posture at this moment, her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, which seemed a little unexpected, but she still smiled and answered, with a hint of strangeness in her eyes.
"Okay, then I'll give you this opportunity."
Ye Wuque spoke again, calmly, domineeringly, and neatly.
"Old Jiu! You don't need to pay attention to her at all! The selection meeting has ended long ago. She didn't come at that time. If she missed it, she would have abstained. Now she comes out to cause trouble and disturb the coronation ceremony. What a fool!"
Zhan Qingchen spoke loudly!
At the same time, he looked at the Daoji Sect Leader and the six chiefs and continued: "Six Chiefs, Lord Sect Master, this Fan Qinghui is not making a noise and disrupting the coronation? He should be taken!"
He was really angry that Fan Qinghui had provoked his general Ye Wuque, so he also used the sect's rules to suppress others and wanted the Daoji Sect Master to take action!
The eyes of the Daoji Sect Master's face flickered slightly, but he looked at Ye Wuque and said: "Wuque, this matter follows your opinion. If you don't want to..."
The attitude of the Daoji Sect Master was very obvious when he spoke.
He gave the choice to Ye Wuque.
Everyone's eyes turned to Ye Wuque again!
"Thank you, Lord Sect Leader. It doesn't matter. She is right about one thing. The Holy Son of Beidou Dao Supreme Sect cannot be said to be a timid person, and he must not be misled by others. Otherwise, it will only bring shame to the sect."
"Third senior brother, let me handle it."
Hearing this, Zhan Qingchen spread his hands to show his understanding.
"Very good! Finally you still have some responsibility!"
Above the void, Fan Qinghui opened his mouth with a smile. The charming and strange color mixed with the sparkling fire cloud marks on his forehead gave people a faint sense of addiction.
At this moment, Ye Wuque looked at Fan Qinghui, his bright eyes were filled with depth, but he said calmly again: "You want to challenge me, I will help you."
"However, you interrupted my coronation ceremony, ruined the process, delayed everyone's time, made rude remarks, and offended me. Do you think you can easily write it off with just an excuse of a challenge?"
As soon as Ye Wuque said these words, Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, but then she smiled and said: "What do you want?"
"It's very simple. If I lose, I hand over the position of 'Beidou Holy Son'."
"If you lose...just leave your life to me."
The indifferent words were calm and calm, without any murderous intent, but after they resounded between heaven and earth, they carried an ultimate majesty and tyranny!
The majesty of the Holy Son... cannot be insulted!
In such a grand coronation ceremony, any random cat or dog can challenge him and disturb his coronation. This is an offense to his dignity!
In this case, you have to pay the price!
"If you don't dare, get out now."
Ye Wuque put his hands behind his back, his robe of glory rustling, looking at Fan Qinghui in the distance, his face expressionless, but extremely brilliant!
At this moment, no one of the true disciples present felt that Ye Wuque was cruel!
They all nodded slowly!
indeed!
The selection meeting has ended, and now someone wants to challenge you. There is nothing to say if you refuse, and you will naturally have to pay the price of the challenge.
The eyes of the six leaders all became brighter, especially "Tianxuanzi", who had a smile on his face.
Above the void, Fan Qinghui looked at Ye Wuque, the flame mark on his eyebrows kept shining, strange and gorgeous, and then suddenly burst into laughter!
"Giggle, giggle... interesting! Awesome! Looks like it's more fun than I thought! I promise you!"
Fan Qinghui smiled a little weirdly.
"bring it on."
Seeing this, Ye Wuque spoke directly and asked Fan Qinghui to take action first.
However……
There was a flash of light in Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyes, but she did not take action. Instead, she slowly floated down from the void and landed on the ground in front of the Fengchan platform. She sat down cross-legged.
"Of course I am no match for you in terms of combat power and cultivation. The only thing I am confident about is my attainments in the divine soul. I will challenge you with the power of the divine soul!"
"Do you dare to remove the protection of the power of the soul and enter my soul space without resistance?"
Fan Qinghui, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his head and looked up at Ye Wuque. He opened his mouth with such a smile, which was charming and strange.
No one expected that Fan Qinghui would use such a challenging method.
But when I thought about it, it was right. With her peerless human-king cultivation in the early stage of her divine status, if she really wanted to challenge Ye Wuque with her cultivation and combat power without fear of life or death, she would be seeking death.
call out!
Like a breeze blowing by, Ye Wuque gently fell down from the Fengchan platform and stood ten feet away from Fan Qinghui. He had no intention of sitting down cross-legged, but looked down at Fan Qinghui lightly and said: "Come on.
"
Fan Qinghui showed a charming smile again, and she stretched out her right hand, clasping her slender white middle finger with her thumb.
"OK……"
Snap!
This is the sound of snapping fingers!
The next moment...
Ye Wuque felt that his eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything!