Iroka didn't care what he thought at all, as long as she beat him happily.
Her figure was flying around like a butterfly through flowers, knocking the opponent away every time. This was not a fight, it was just a ball.
Finally, I felt that the beating was almost done, so I slapped Huo Jian casually and knocked Huo Jian into the Yanbo Lake again.
The moment the whole person fell into the lake, Huo Jian's heart collapsed.
I originally wanted to appear coquettishly, use my personal charm to win the favor of beautiful women, but in just ten minutes, I have already fallen into the lake three times. Did I go out without reading the almanac?
When he climbed onto the shore again, his eyes were full of confusion. He was defeated again, twice in a row at the hands of women.
If his face wasn't swollen and his whole body wasn't in extreme pain, he really thought he was dreaming. How could that be possible?
Martial Saint was the realm he had dreamed of for many years. At the moment of breakthrough, he was really happy for several days, thinking that he was standing at the pinnacle of martial arts.
Once out of the Heavenly Palace, the martial arts world that absolutely despises the world will be treated like an emperor.
In the end, the ideal was very full and the reality was very skinny. The first time I fought against someone after becoming a Martial Saint, I was beaten like a dog one after another, and I still lost at the hands of two women.
"By the way, it's a woman. It must be a woman. That's the problem. I was fooled by this kid."
Huo Jian's heart moved when he thought of this. The women in front of him must be masters, but the same cannot be said for the men.
He looked at Ye Bufan and shouted: "I admit defeat this time, but I have to choose another one."
"Whatever, I said you can choose whatever you want, and there is no limit to the number of times."
There was a joking smile on Ye Bufan's lips, and he still didn't give up until now. He couldn't blame others for seeking abuse.
"This is what you said, don't go back on it."
Huo Jian stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Tian, who was burning charcoal next to him: "I will choose him."
In his opinion, since women are all experts, this man is definitely a soft persimmon, otherwise he would not be burning charcoal honestly next to him.
After he said this, everyone present showed a strange look on their faces.
After getting along with each other for such a long time, everyone got to know Ye Tian, and knew that he was Ye Bufan's brother, and that he was the only one present who was a strong man at the level of Holy Order Dzogchen.
Su Ruyue and others did not understand Situ Dianmo's current situation, so in their opinion, the fool in front of them had chosen the strongest person among them.
Ye Tian didn't take Huo Jian seriously at all, and seemed not to hear his provocation, and continued to burn charcoal honestly.
Ye Bufan's mouth twitched: "Are you sure? For humanitarian reasons, I advise you to change it."
Ye Tian was originally a Heavenly Corpse, equivalent to a strong body-refining expert in martial arts. His attacks were always ruthless, but he was not as measured as Yiluoxiang and the others.
If you take action against him, you can imagine the miserable fate of the other party.
But the more he said this, the more Huo Jian felt that he had finally chosen the right person this time.
Especially seeing the reactions of the women such as Su Ruyue and Dongfang Huizhong, he confirmed his thoughts even more.
Change it to another one? I won’t be fooled by you.
Huo Jian didn't believe that Ye Bufan would kindly remind him, and said firmly: "I chose him. The reason why I lost two games just now was because I was embarrassed to take action against women. Even if I won, it would be a weak victory, so I
Choose a man."
This guy spoke impassionedly and confidently, as if everything was true.
"Well, you asked for it yourself, you can't blame others."
Ye Bufan turned to look at Ye Tian, "Brother, since he chose you, show him some color and remember to show mercy and don't beat him to death."
"Boy, are you using psychological tactics? You're trying to scare me. You think I'm scared."
Huo Jian curled his lips in complete disbelief. In his opinion, Ye Bufan had caught his weak spot and was playing psychological tactics to scare him away.
At this moment, Ye Tian put down the tools in his hands and walked towards him.
"Boy, since you are a man, I will no longer be polite. Please be careful, I will take action!"
After learning from the previous experience and lessons, Huo Jian no longer put on any posture. After speaking, he struck first. With a movement of his feet, he came to Ye Tian and punched him hard in the chest.
Ye Tian didn't seem to see the punch facing him, and seemed to be frightened. He stood there motionless, not even looking at it.
"He is indeed a waste. It seems that I made the right choice this time."
Huo Jian felt ecstatic in his heart, but his men showed no mercy and punched Ye Tian in the chest.
But then the expression on his face froze for an instant. As a strong warrior at the martial saint level, his punch could break mountains and rocks, destroy gold and jade.
But when it hit Ye Tian's chest, there was no reaction at all. It was as if it hit a big mountain. Not only did it have no effect at all, but it shocked him and took him back seven or eight steps.
"Uh...why is it so hard?"
Huo Jian's heart was completely messed up. He originally thought he had chosen a soft persimmon, but he didn't expect that he would be so tough. He was a martial saint in the body refining stage.
Damn it, since when did martial saints become as numerous as dogs?
He never expected that he would choose two women and one man, all of whom were strong men of the Martial Saint level. Could it be that these people in front of him were all Martial Saints? But how could this be possible?
"No matter, I don't believe you are really that strong."
Thinking of this, Huo Jian gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pulled out the sword from behind, used the weapon directly, and stabbed the opponent's chest again.
He secretly gritted his teeth. Even if you are a body-refining monk and can block his own punch, can you still block a sword? Unless your cultivation level is much higher than yours.
But he never believed this. As a young man in his twenties, even if you cultivated from your mother's womb, how far could you go?
The Qingmu Sword Sect was originally based on swords. Under the stimulation of the true energy, the sword in his hand was glowing, exuding an overwhelming chill, and pierced Ye Tian like lightning.
Ye Tian still stood there, motionless, as if he hadn't seen anything.
"Let's see how long you can keep pretending!"
Huo Jian used all his strength to use the sword in his hand and stabbed Ye Tian's right chest fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword touched the chest. First there was a crisp sound, and then there was a click. The sword made of fine steel broke into two pieces.
But Ye Tian's chest was intact, not even the skin was broken.
"Well……"
Huo Jian was completely frightened. Although the sword in his hand was not a peerless sword, it was definitely made of fine steel. How could a top-grade sword be broken like this? How powerful is this?
Now he was really scared and realized that Ye Bufan was not trying to scare him just now. This charcoal burner was really scary.
At this point, he no longer had the courage to fight anymore and was ready to admit defeat.
"I……"
He originally wanted to say "I surrender", but as soon as he said the word "I", Ye Tian moved.
As the saying goes, if you don't move, it will be fine. If you move, it will be as fast as thunder. He also punched Huo Jian hard on the chest.
In the same attack, Ye Tian's punches were much heavier than those of Dongfang Huizhong and Yiluoxiang.
He felt as if his chest had been hit by a cannonball, and his whole body flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood sprayed into the sky.
This was what Ye Bufan had told him a long time ago, otherwise Ye Tian's punch would probably blow him up.
Huo Jian was not only seriously injured, but also completely frightened. He still had the courage to stay here.
After stabilizing his body in mid-air, he turned around and ran, flying towards the imperial capital with all his strength.
