Xiao Yu was extremely angry when she heard Wang Fan's words.
He, Xiao Yu, was the genius of the Sword Saint Villa. Even if he looked at the entire wilderness, he was still an amazingly talented person.
Although he is a swordsman, it does not mean that he is weak in other aspects.
It's just that his strongest thing is the sword.
However, Wang Fan, an arrogant person, dared to despise him like this. It was simply unreasonable.
If Wang Fan hadn't been shameless enough to keep using talismans against the enemy, he would have cut Wang Fan into thousands of pieces.
At this moment, Xiao Yu's anger towards Wang Fan can be said to be as continuous as a torrential river.
He really wanted to slap Wang Fan to death.
However, he still held back the attack and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, in that case, let me -"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, start immediately. Why are you whining?"
However, before Xiao Yu could finish her sentence, she was interrupted again by Wang Fan.
In an instant, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he blurted out curse words: "Bitch, what a bastard!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
No one thought that senior brother Xiao Yu, who had always been very elegant, like a young master, and perfect, could actually say such dirty words.
However, they were relieved when they thought that all this was forced by Wang Fan.
Wang Fan listened to the dirty words in Xiao Yu's mouth and looked at his gloomy face, but he couldn't help but smile.
"That's right. If you want to scold me, you can scold me. Why do you have to hold it in?
I have seen too many sanctimonious hypocrites like you."
"laugh!"
Xiao Yu couldn't bear it any longer and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
But soon, he came to his senses, and without wasting any more time, he headed toward Wang Fan like a whirlwind.
"This emperor is going to kill you!"
With a roar, Xiao Yu's whole body seemed to turn into a sword, charging straight towards Wang Fan.
"Man and sword unite?"
Seeing this scene, there was another exclamation from the surroundings.
However, soon, the expressions of amazement on their faces disappeared.
Because the moment Xiao Yu moved, Wang Fan also moved.
I saw that Wang Fan, who had been a bit shameless before, suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful aura.
The next second, with a roar, he rushed towards Xiao Yu like a god.
That terrifying power stirred the surrounding air and made it roar, and tiny cracks in space emerged.
You know, in this realm, the space is very stable.
At least, it is absolutely impossible for the Immortal Emperor monks to tear apart the space.
Only the great emperor monks can barely do it.
But now, Wang Fan actually used his speed and strength to leave tiny cracks in the space. What is this concept?
Wang Fan ignored the shock of the people around him. In just a short moment, he was in contact with Xiao Yu.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Divine Refining Technique in Wang Fan's body quickly moved away, and the Divine Essence in his Dantian continued to pour into his right arm.
The next second, his right fist was raised, and then flew straight out.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
The space seems to be frozen.
"ah!"
Immediately afterwards, with a scream, everyone was shocked to see Xiao Yu, who had been so arrogant before, being knocked straight out.
While he was in mid-air, he had already sprayed out several mouthfuls of blood mist, and there was a cracking sound of bones breaking from his body.
"this······"
"how so?"
"How can it be?"
Everyone was shocked when they saw Xiao Yu falling to the ground like a dead dog.
Including those elders.
For a moment, the scene was completely silent.
You can hear your heartbeat even when it's quiet.
How could someone as strong as Senior Brother Xiao Yu not be able to withstand Wang Fan's punch?
Even if Senior Brother Xiao Yu doesn't use a sword, he shouldn't be so miserable, right?
Elder Xiao Yu, who was so proud before, now has a smile on his face that has completely solidified and turned red.
He also did not expect that the junior he valued most would be so unbearable and defeated so simply and neatly.
However, can he say that Xiao Yu is not strong?
cannot!
Because Xiao Yu's strength is definitely strong enough.
Even without a sword.
However, he met Wang Fan, who was even more perverted.
This Wang Fan is simply too evil.
In an instant, the elder seemed to understand why the village owner and Hong Xiu were looking at Wang Fan.
This is a genius, a genius whose reputation is not obvious, but who is absolutely evil.
Regardless of his identity and background, his talent and strength are already comparable to that of the Holy Son of Daomen.
In addition, Wang Fan is Hongxiu's favorite person, so it is normal to choose Wang Fan.
"Ahem."
Xiao Yu got up with difficulty, her face extremely pale.
He stared blankly at Wang Fan standing proudly not far away. At this moment, he only felt extremely sad.
Is he, Xiao Yu, really a waste?
Why is it vulnerable?
Is it possible that the talents he showed in the past were all fake?
The opponents he defeated in the past were all flattering him and giving in to him?
At this moment, suddenly, he became less confident in himself.
Quite lonely.
When the Holy Emperors saw Xiao Yu's expression, they couldn't help but sigh, but no one tried to comfort him.
Although Xiao Yu has good talent and extraordinary strength, he is too smooth.
This may be a disaster in his life.
If he can step out of the shadows and survive this calamity, his future will soar into the sky, which is unimaginable.
But if he couldn't overcome that hurdle in his heart, he might be stuck at the peak of the Immortal Emperor for the rest of his life.
Even the emperor is hopeless.
Wang Fan looked at Xiao Yu who was struggling to get up with a smile and said: "You don't have to be so sad, in fact, you are already very good.
If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have perished long ago."
Wang Fan's words were not nonsense, but he spoke the truth.
Because he didn't hold back at all with that punch before.
Under such circumstances, Xiao Yu was able to get up, which was indeed very good.
However, when these words fell into the ears of the surrounding disciples, it seemed that this was not the case.
They all felt that Wang Fan was being humiliated.
"Wang Fan, didn't you defeat Senior Brother Xiao with just one punch? Are you so humiliated?"
"You have already won, but you still want to rub salt into Senior Brother Xiao Yu's wounds. What do you mean?"
"His heart can be punished, his heart can be punished!"
Wang Fan listened to these voices, glanced lightly, and said: "What, you are not convinced?"
With just one word, those disciples instantly fell silent.
Not convinced?
They are really dissatisfied.
But, do they dare to say it?
What if Wang Fan challenges them?
They are not afraid of failure, but they still don't want to go out and seek abuse even though they know they can't defeat you.
"Isn't this right?
If you don't have the strength and dare not challenge, then shut up.
Do you, the weak, have the right to speak?"
Wang Fan continued to speak, and those disciples gritted their teeth angrily, but they no longer dared to say anything, and only dared to stare at Wang Fan fiercely.
At this moment, a flying sword suddenly came from a distance, pierced through the void like a thundering giant, and landed in the hands of the village owner.
The owner of the village glanced at it with his mental energy, and his face instantly became solemn.
His eyes first glanced at Wang Fan and Hongxiu, then fell on the elders of the Holy Emperor, and said: