Wu Lan looked at this scene with a very ugly face.
He never expected that Wang Fan would be so strong, that he would take action at any time, and even severely injure one of his followers in an instant.
As for Wu Lan's other followers, they became completely angry because of Wang Fan's sudden action.
"Wang Fan, you are too arrogant."
"Come together and teach him a lesson!"
"Can a top 100 monster be so rampant?"
Those followers couldn't help roaring in anger, and immediately they all attacked Wang Fan.
The divine energy surrounding them was so overwhelming that a group of seven or eight monks all rushed towards Wang Fan in an instant.
This shocking scene instantly attracted the attention of many people.
"That's Wu Lan and Wang Fan?"
"Oh my God, didn't Wang Fan just join Tianlang Pavilion? Why would Wu Lan still find trouble with him?"
"Hurry over and have a look."
When the monks saw this scene, they all watched the excitement and didn't mind the trouble, and they all gathered around.
It is definitely a rare time for Tianlang Pavilion's own people to fight outside.
After all, under normal circumstances, even if there are conflicts, they should be resolved within Tianlang Pavilion.
However, Wang Fan and Wu Lan fought in the public area outside Tianlang Pavilion, which was a bit interesting.
Wang Fan saw seven or eight monks rushing towards him, and his expression was also extremely ugly.
"It seems that you really don't have a long memory at all. In that case, don't blame me for being rude."
He said coldly, then stepped out and went straight towards the seven or eight people to kill them.
When the seven or eight monks saw Wang Fan approaching, they showed no fear at all. One of them instantly approached Wang Fan. As he waved his right hand, a blade of light pierced the sky and struck directly at Wang Fan.
Wang Fan looked at the bright sword light and didn't even want to hide. The energy of the thunder and wind element was blessed on him. He moved his feet and instantly killed the monk.
His figure just flashed in mid-air, and the opponent's attack failed, and the divine energy exploded on the ground, but it did not cause any damage.
Wang Fan didn't care so much. He suddenly turned his head and pointed towards the other party with one finger.
Whoosh!
Poof!
With two sounds, the finger wind penetrated the monk's chest sharply. The monk's face turned pale, and he was carried upside down by the finger wind and fell to the ground from mid-air.
Wang Fan kept walking and continued to kill the others.
A man approached Wang Fan with a sneer on his face, and swung his right hand forward. A large divine palm print appeared instantly, setting off an endless storm, and swatted it directly at Wang Fan.
Wang Fan glanced at him, but he didn't even bother to dodge. He grabbed his right hand and the divine sword appeared in his hand. Then he heard a whoosh and struck the opponent with a sword.
Boom.
There was another loud noise, and the man's palm print was directly torn into pieces by the sword light. The sword light fell on his body and cut off countless blood mist.
"I didn't plan to touch you at first, but since you are seeking death, you can't blame me."
Wang Fan looked at those people and his voice was extremely cold.
But Wu Lan and the monks who were watching were all shocked.
"How can this be?"
"Is that really Wang Fan? Am I wrong?"
"He actually severely injured two eighth-level gods of the Yellow Realm in a short period of time. This"
They were really shocked.
Because the two people that Wang Fan crushed so hard before were genuine eighth-level Huang Realm gods.
As for Wang Fan, his cultivation level is only at the peak of the Holy Emperor.
The realms are so different, yet they can still be crushed?
Wang Fan didn't care so much. He glanced at the other five monks and without any hesitation, he had already killed them.
Bang!
A fist wrapped around the divine essence fell hard on the chest of one of the monks.
Then the monk spit out a mouthful of blood mist, screamed, and was immediately blown away, several thousand meters away.
Wang Fan instantly approached another person and swept him out with another kick.
Bang!
There was another sound, and the monk was instantly kicked away, spitting out blood.
In front of Wang Fan, these seventh and eighth level gods of the Yellow Realm were like chickens and dogs, completely vulnerable to a single blow.
At this moment, not to mention the monks who were watching the battle, even the remaining three followers of Wu Lan were completely stunned. The look they looked at Wang Fan was as if they were looking at a freak.
Full of fear.
If they hadn't known that Wang Fan was only a Saint Emperor, they would have almost thought that Wang Fan was a god in the Xuan Realm.
You know, only the Mysterious Realm God can crush them so lightly.
The monks who were watching were also stunned and dumbfounded.
They stared at Wang Fan blankly, feeling that this guy suddenly became a mess.
Wang Fan didn't care about this and continued to kill the others.
Every time he attacked with his left fist and right sword, he set off an endless storm of divine energy, and one person would fall down.
Wu Lan looked at this scene, his face became even more gloomy, and his heart was filled with anger.
Wang Fan ignored Wu Lan and continued to kill the others. Only two of them could not breathe, and the last two monks also fell down.
Wang Fan looked at Wu Lan and said with a sneer: "Wu Lan, do your followers only have this much strength?
Do you dare to provoke me just like this?"
When Wu Lan heard this, his face twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists.
He stared at Wang Fan and said coldly: "Wang Fan, you are too arrogant. You dare to humiliate my followers like this. Then you can't blame me."
As he spoke, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, and then he moved towards Wang Fan in a flash.
As a god of the Mysterious Realm, Wu Lan was naturally very fast. His whole body seemed to turn into a line and he appeared in front of Wang Fan in an instant.
He had no choice but to be forced too hastily by Wang Fan.
His followers were beaten like this. If he, the master, did not step forward, what would his followers think?
Moreover, after being slapped in the face twice by Wang Fan, he had already been angry in his heart and wanted to vent it.
"Wu Lan, he, he actually wants to take action?"
"The Xuanjing God beats the Holy Emperor. Isn't this a bit bullying?"
"Hey, things are getting serious now, and there's going to be something good to watch."
Seeing that Wu Lan was about to take action, the monks who were watching were stunned. After coming back to their senses, they all showed expressions of gloating.
They wanted to see if Wang Fan could defeat Wu Lan and compete with the Xuanjing God.
When Wang Fan saw Wu Lan approaching, he did not confront him head-on. Instead, he ducked away with a flicker of his eye.
He looked at Wu Lan and said disdainfully: "Too arrogant?
Who is arrogant?
What's more, I'm just arrogant, what can you do?"
Wang Fan felt very unhappy because he really had never thought of this.
But this Wu Lan wanted to cause trouble for him, so what could he do?
When Wu Lan heard Wang Fan's words, she was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, and turned towards Wang Fan to kill him.