"Sister Dianmo, please listen to my explanation. It was really an accident just now. Now I am really at the level of a Martial Saint."
Until now, Huo Jian still believed that the other party must not believe what he said, otherwise the other party would have no reason to ignore a strong warrior at the martial saint level.
But this time, Situ Dianmo wasn't even interested in paying attention. Without saying a word, he turned his head to the side without even looking at him.
Ye Bufan burst out laughing: "Okay, get out of here quickly, don't embarrass Wu Sheng here."
"Boy, how dare you laugh at a martial saint!"
Huo Jian became angry and vented all his anger on Ye Bufan. In his mind, as long as he defeated this man, Situ Dianmo would see his strength and naturally recognize his relationship with him.
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"Boy, do you dare to accept my challenge? Stand up and fight with me?"
After he said this, Ye Bufan showed a hint of disdain on his face, picked up a meat skewer and ate it.
"Why, don't you dare? As a man, you don't even have the courage to challenge me. Get out of here as soon as possible and don't pester my little sister, Dianmo."
This guy thought that the man in front of him was afraid of him, so his expression became more and more arrogant, and he stood there and yelled crazily.
Ye Bufan leisurely finished the meat skewers in his hand, drank the cold beer next to him, and then clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.
"You want to challenge me?"
At this moment, his gaze suddenly became sharp, like two indestructible swords, striking directly at the opponent's soul.
At the same time, his momentum suddenly erupted, and powerful pressure swept over him.
He has already reached the late stage of divine transformation, his strength is comparable to that of the late stage martial saint, and he is absolutely invincible at the same level.
Moreover, his mental power is extremely strong, which makes his aura even more unstoppable.
"Well……"
Huo Jian originally thought that with his own strength, he could suppress the opponent to death, but he did not expect that Ye Bufan would suddenly burst out with such a powerful momentum.
How could he, who had just advanced to the early stage of martial arts, withstand such strong pressure? He stepped back seven or eight steps and then fell to the ground, with a look of horror on his face and a look of horror in his eyes.
It was completely unexpected that the other party was so powerful. It was completely different from what Huo Dongping had guessed before.
"It's really useless!"
Ye Bufan shook his head in disdain and seemed to have lost interest in doing anything. He regained his momentum and sat back to his previous position.
"this……"
Huo Jian was sitting on the ground. At this moment, he realized that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat. The momentum just now was so terrifying that he couldn't even muster the courage to resist.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He had completely lost the courage to challenge him. But if he just retreated, how would he explain to his grandfather when he went back? Could it be that he was scared back even if he didn't make a move?
If he really said that, I'm afraid he would never be able to hold his head up in this life.
Just when he was struggling, Ye Bufan looked over again and said jokingly: "Are you still a little unconvinced? That's good. You can choose any of us today. As long as you can defeat one of them, I will lose."
"Are you telling the truth?"
Huo Jian's eyes suddenly lit up. In his opinion, even if he couldn't defeat the pretty boy in front of him, he was still more than enough to deal with other people.
After all, the Martial Saint is a rare strong man. He can't believe that the dozen or so people in front of him are all Martial Saints. He wouldn't believe it even to death. Even the Tiangong can't mobilize so many Martial Saints.
Ye Bufan took another sip of beer and said with a smile: "Of course it's true. I always keep my word."
His purpose was to completely shock the guy in front of him, make him retreat, and stop pestering Situ Dianmo in the future.
Huo Jian didn't know this. In his eyes, it was an opportunity. Although this was a bit of a defeat, he could save some face in the end and have an explanation when he went back. Otherwise, he would only be laughed at by the people in Xuanyuan Pavilion.
"In this case, then whoever you want can come, no matter who it is, I will take it."
This guy held his head high and looked at Su Ruyue and others present.
In his opinion, even though he was no match for Ye Bufan, he was still able to deal with these women without any effort at all.
"Come on, my aunt has been wanting to whip you for a long time."
Dongfang Huizhong strode out. She had a hot temper and had long disliked this guy.
In this case, let’s do it.”
Huo Jian stood on the shore, and did not use the sword behind his back. Instead, he opened a hand gesture with his bare hands, which was the Aoki Soul-Severing Palm of the Aoki Sword Sect.
This guy has been practicing hard for so many years, and he has some solid skills. After pulling out his stance, a powerful aura suddenly erupted.
"Little girl, let me remind you, this is the secret skill of our Qingmu Sword Sect, fists and feet have no eyes, I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible..."
"I recognize your sister..."
The hot-tempered Dongfang Huizhong hated others showing off, so before he could finish speaking, he slapped her with a big mouth.
There was a snap, and Huo Jian, who was holding his posture and talking eloquently, was slapped for more than ten meters, breaking several small trees one after another, and then he stood up again.
At this moment, there was a bright red slap mark on his face, looking both funny and embarrassed.
"I……"
He was completely stunned. What was going on? How could this woman be so fast?
It doesn't matter if it's just fast, but it's so powerful that even my own body-protecting Qi is broken. How is this possible?
Little did he know that after Ye Bufan came back, he had a large amount of Yuanyang Pills as a foundation and the nourishment of dual cultivation techniques. At this moment, the cultivation of these girls can be said to be a thousand miles away.
Most of the people present now have reached the middle stage of Martial Saint. Even Gu Qingcheng, who has a weaker cultivation level, has broken through the bottleneck of the heaven level and reached the early stage of Martial Saint. This is why Ye Bufan allows him to choose people at will.
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The Dongfang Huizhong in front of him has not only reached the middle stage of the Martial Saint, but is also the best among the sisters. How can he, who is in the early stage of the Martial Saint with an unstable foundation, be able to compete.
"Are you convinced? Come again if you are not convinced."
Dongfang Huizhong put his hands on his hips, looked at him and shouted.
"You...you unexpectedly attacked me. I'm not ready yet."
Huo Jian gritted his teeth and walked over again. Being able to break through to the realm of Martial Saint has always been his inner pride.
Therefore, in his heart, he firmly felt that it was impossible for him to be inferior to the other person, and he must have suffered a big loss because he had not paid attention just now.
"Come again!"
This time he stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and immediately punched out, attacking first.
The Aoki Soul-Destroying Palm is the unique skill of the Aoki Sword Sect. The punch was so powerful that it seemed to tear the space apart, and it hit Dongfang Huizhong's face with endless momentum.
"Trash, get out of here!"
Although Huo Jian had tried his best this time, and although the situation looked a little different from the previous one, the result was exactly the same.
There was another crisp sound, and he was slapped to the ground again. All the Aoki Soul-Destroying Palm disappeared under this slap.
The only difference was that Dongfang Huizhong didn't stop this time, but struck him one after another, beating him into a pig's head in the blink of an eye.
The last kick sent him flying directly into the Yanbo Lake.
