"Senior sister, don't do it!" Ye Xiaowu's face instantly turned pale when he saw that his senior sister was about to take action.
Others don't know about senior sister's strength, doesn't she, Ye Xiaowu, know about it?
Senior sister is a real eighth-level transcendental powerhouse. If she adds martial arts and other trump cards, she can kill ordinary ninth-level transcendental powerhouses more than enough.
Her senior sister is definitely the most promising person to win this ancient martial arts competition. How can Wang Fan compare with her?
Although Ye Xiaowu also heard about Wang Fan's serious injury to Feng Xiaomo, she still did not think that Wang Fan was her senior sister's opponent.
Han Qingyi didn't even look at Ye Xiaowu, her fists scattered, and she hit Wang Fan fiercely, with an unparalleled explosion!
Feeling Han Qingyi's fierce attack, Wang Fan smiled coldly, without flinching at all. He clenched his right fist, took a step forward, and then blasted out.
He really didn't believe that under the collision of absolute power, he would not be able to compare to Han Qingyi.
There was a bang, the fists collided with each other, and there was an explosion. The terrifying energy burst out, and the two of them started to retreat at the same time.
Bah!
The soles of Wang Fan's feet rubbed the ground and he slid back five to six meters before he could stabilize himself.
Han Qingyi also felt uncomfortable, so she fell backwards and sat down on the original chair. Under the huge force, click, the chair instantly fell apart!
Han Qingyi's eyes towards Wang Fan finally changed and became shocked.
She didn't expect that Wang Fan could actually receive her punch without losing the slightest bit.
Although she did not use martial arts, Wang Fan also did not use martial arts.
Ye Xiaowu and the oval-faced girl were equally shocked.
What shocked them was that Wang Fan was not blown away by the senior sister.
"With your strength, you dare to say that I am seeking death. I think it is you who is seeking death. This time I will let it go for Xiao Wu's sake. If you dare to do anything next time, don't blame me for being rude."
Wang Fan shouted coldly at Han Qingyi, and then looked at Ye Xiaowu, "Xiao Wu, come with me. I don't think I want such a sect and senior sister."
Ye Xiaowu had no intention of leaving with Wang Fan, but lowered her head with a complex expression, "Brother Fan, I'm sorry, my master has been kind to me, so I can't go with you."
Wang Fan stared at Ye Xiaowu for a long time, and then sighed, "Okay, I respect your choice."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the room without staying any longer.
He came here for Ye Xiaowu, but since Ye Xiaowu didn't want to go with him, there was no need for him to stay.
Ye Xiaowu looked at Wang Fan's leaving figure, biting her red lips tightly, and burst into tears in an instant.
Han Qingyi's eyes revealed a strong coldness.
She hopes to meet Wang Fan in a competition, so that she can truly teach Wang Fan a lesson.
After Wang Fan left, he returned to Mingyang Hotel.
The ancient martial arts competition was about to start in five days. He needed to calm down and prepare himself to be in the best condition to face the competition.
Five days passed by in a flash. During these five days, Wang Fan lived a very peaceful life, and no trouble came to his door.
On this day, the wind was calm and the sun was shining brightly, with just a touch of fish belly white showing in the sky. People got up one after another and rushed towards the foot of Qingdu Mountain.
Most of these people who rushed to the foot of Qingdu Mountain were ancient warriors. Whether they were old or young, their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement.
Even the small businessmen and hawkers got up early, set up stalls outside the Qingdu Mountain police cordon, and started a big business.
Qingdu
The mountain is the venue for this ancient martial arts competition.
Since the ancient martial arts competition is a competition for ancient warriors, and the commotion caused by the ancient warriors' competition is relatively powerful, we did not choose the noisy urban area, but chose Qingdu Mountain.
Wang Fan also got up early and rushed towards Qingdu Mountain.
He was also very excited, because this ancient martial arts competition involved the quota to enter the Yuanmen and Tianyunhua, so he was determined to win the championship.
Since Qingdu Mountain has been under martial law for a long time, and the flow of people is very large, it is impossible to pass by car, so you can only go on foot.
Wang Fan walked on the street and looked at the ancient warriors who were also a little excited around him, and couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, strong people in the transcendental realm were so high up there that they could not be seen at all. He still remembered that back then, a mere Zhulan from the Wrath Fist Sect who had transcended the mortal realm almost killed him.
But now, any one of the ancient warriors around him has reached the transcendent realm and is much stronger than Zhulan.
Wang Fan walked for more than an hour before arriving at the foot of Qingdu Mountain. When he arrived, the foot of Qingdu Mountain was already overcrowded, and almost everywhere was crowded with people.
In a huge open space in front of those people, there are ten tall arenas.
I don’t know what material the arena is made of. It looks very hard, and there seems to be a faint spiritual energy lingering on it, which is very strange.
On both sides of the top of the ring, there are several open spaces on the high ground, with several tables and chairs placed on the open spaces.
Obviously, these tables and chairs are specially reserved for those big shots or referees.
"Senior brother, are you also here to participate in the ancient martial arts competition? Please show your qualification card."
Just when Wang Fan was observing these things and feeling extremely emotional, a voice suddenly came over.
Wang Fan looked up and immediately saw two young men blocking him.
These two young men were both at their peak innate strength, their attitudes were very polite, and their voices were full of respect.
Wang Fan didn't waste any time and immediately handed over the qualification token.
"Brother, please." The two young men just glanced at it and recognized that the token was genuine.
They registered the token number, returned the token to Wang Fan, and let Wang Fan walk in.
After Wang Fan entered, he found a corner and sat down, and observed the contestants around him.
He found that the strength of most of the contestants was at the fifth or sixth level of transcendence, with only a handful of people below or above this level.
As for those whose strength is not at the fifth level of the Extraordinary Realm, they are obviously just here to make up the numbers, or maybe they just want to see the world.
"Look, senior brother Liang Yunshan is here!"
"Senior Brother Liang Yunshan, he is a genius among geniuses among the younger generation. At such a young age, his strength has already reached the eighth level of the extraordinary. He is definitely one of the strong candidates for the championship in this ancient martial arts competition."
"Oh my God, it's really Senior Brother Liang Yunshan. He's so handsome and powerful. He's the one I admire the most!"
"I heard that Senior Brother Liang Yunshan killed a ninth-level mortal warrior head-on. I don't know if it's true or not. With his strength, it shouldn't be difficult to win the championship."
At a certain moment, a burst of noisy sounds suddenly came. Wang Fan looked along the line of sight of the crowd and immediately saw a path branching out from the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, a handsome man in white clothes walked in slowly.
This man looked to be in his mid-twenties, handsome, handsome, and very good-looking.
But his expression was very arrogant, condescending and arrogant.
As if he didn't hear the comments or see the people around him, he walked in with great strides.