"Ye Fan, the Great Summoning Technique is still not as good as my Conferred God List. Your divine power is not good enough."
"kill!"
Wu Ling was not convinced.
He took the lead and charged in fiercely.
Ye Fan also rushed out.
Bang!
The two looked at each other like two cows, colliding in the most savage way.
Once, twice...
A hundred times...
A thousand times...
Ten thousand times...
One hundred thousand times...
The two of them didn't seem to be convinced by the other, and they were both working hard together. They didn't use any of their magical powers, and they just clashed as fiercely and brutally as ever.
The spectators were terrified.
Scalp numbness.
Even those with strong power clicked their tongues, gasped, and secretly admired him.
Ye Fan and Wu Ling were both covered in blood after the collision.
But a few of them were happy.
"puff!"
In the end, Wu Lingjun fell.
no way.
Although blessed with the same divine power, his Martial God Body is not as good as Ye Fan's level 55 Heavenly Tyrant Body at this moment.
so.
In the end, he was still defeated.
Wu Lingjun was lying on the ground, as if his whole body had lost all strength and he was too lazy to move his fingers.
But he knew he couldn't sit still and wait for death.
With the help of the Fengshen Bang, he got up, hunched over, and stared at Ye Fan.
Very unwilling!
"call."
Ye Fan's injuries were not serious and he was extremely tired. He vomited blood and his voice became hoarse: "You have failed."
"I want the Holy King's Order from the Shengwu Sect. I only want this, and I won't take anything else."
"If you don't agree, then we can only continue to fight!"
Ye Fan walked towards Wu Lingjun step by step, very slowly, mixed with strong pressure.
Wu Lingjun gritted his teeth.
There was blood flowing from the mouth.
Continue to fight?
That might be even worse. Of course, Wu Lingjun was very confident that if Ye Fan killed him, he could take Ye Fan to be buried with him.
but.
This is not what he wants.
Who would want to die?
Ye Fan approached step by step, his aura becoming more and more fierce, mixed with murderous intent.
Wu Lingjun spat out a mouthful of blood again. This was because he was angry. He made a decision and threw out the Holy King's Order of the Holy Wuzong.
Ye Fan grabbed it and stopped.
"You can leave now."
"Ye Fan, I remember!"
Wu Lingjun grabbed the Tianjiao throne and left the martial arts arena.
Ye Fan didn't stop him.
Obtaining the Holy King's order is enough.
The List of Gods is now simply unavailable.
Not to mention forcefully snatching it, then the martial arts will fight him desperately, and both sides will be injured, or even die together.
To put it bluntly, even if you grab it, you can't take it away.
Everyone present has seen the effects and power of the Conferred Gods List, and who wouldn’t want to get it?
He can't take it away.
Rather than doing this, it would be better to let Wu Lingjun bear the consequences.
The ranking battle has not continued yet.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at the Tianjiao throne and the private individuals; Feng Yuanhua, Yi Yan, Fairy Yaoguang and Yue Linglong.
"Brother Fan."
The moon is flying over.
"I'm fine."
Ye Fan hugged Yue Linglong, and did not shy away from it in full view of everyone. This made Yue Linglong very shy, but she did not refuse.
Suddenly, the cheers soared to the sky.
The spectators were very excited.
It is natural for a beauty to match a hero.
Ye Fan is worthy of Fairy Moon, and Fairy Moon is worthy of Ye Fan, a match made in heaven.
"You two, please leave."
Ye Fan suddenly spoke, his eyes locked on Feng Yuanhua and Fairy Yaoguang.
Feng Yuanhua said: "Ye Fan, what do you mean?"
"The top three in the ranking battle will be won by me, Linglong and Yi Yan. You are disciples of the Beidou Sect, so don't get involved."
"Excellent."
Yi Yan clapped his hands and applauded.
Feng Yuanhua frowned. He actually wanted to get second place because he didn't want Beidou Fortune Fist to be leaked.
But currently, it seems that Ye Fan is interested in Beidou Fortune Fist.
"Brother Feng, do you want to continue fighting?"
Ye Fan asked.
Fairy Yaoguang was very worried and said through a message: "Brother, forget it. I know you want to practice the Good Fortune Fist, but since the leader is a reward, you are not afraid of leaking it. You also know that if you want to practice the Good Fortune Fist successfully,
How difficult boxing is, it is not enough to have the practice method, you also need to observe and study the scriptures."
Feng Yuanhua thought for a while, the truth was this, but it was really embarrassing to be forced back by Ye Fan like this.
Inadvertently, Feng Yuanhua glanced at Taoist Tianshu and found that the master's eyes flashed.
Feng Yuanhua understood and said: "Ye Fan, I will give you face."
"Thank you!"
Ye Fan clasped his fists.
Feng Yuanhua and Fairy Yaoguang left the scene with the throne.
Ye Fan looked at Yi Yan and said with a smile: "Linglong and I will win first and second place, and Brother Yi will have to settle for third."
"I knew it."
Yi Yan sighed, originally he wanted to get the Beidou Fortune Fist training method, but now there is no hope.
At this point, the ranking battle is over.
The Tianjiao Martial Arts Competition comes to an end.
But it's just the beginning, what comes next is the most dangerous situation...