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Chapter 1955 Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion, that's all?

On the ring, Ye Luo stood there seemingly calm, but in fact he was helpless.

Under the ring, everyone looked at each other in confusion, all considering whether to challenge Ye Luo.

At the same time, they are also curious about how many people will challenge Ye Luo today and who will be the first.

The prince and the old witch disguised themselves and floated in mid-air. Under the spread of the old witch's aura, no one within a three-foot radius could approach them.

Princess Zhenyue was also there, standing with the prince.

"It's so lively. I regret not coming yesterday."

"Brother Prince, it will be even more exciting when you see Ye Luo defend the ring later."

Seeing such a spectacular scene, the prince felt a little regretful, while Princess Zhenyue looked excited.

As for the old wizard, he frowned and looked at Ye Luo.

He was observing and comparing in his mind.

Compare the difference in combat power between when Ye Luo was in the Northern Territory and now.

"This kid has grown so fast? Obviously his cultivation has not changed, but his combat power..."

Elder Wu could tell that Ye Luoke was much stronger now than when he was in the Northern Territory.

How much time has passed, and Ye Luo's cultivation has not changed.

Mr. Wu really couldn't understand how Ye Luo did all this.

Among the crowd, the Eternal Emperor and Daban stood there, both in disguise.

Today, the Eternal Emperor did not choose to float in mid-air, but stood under the ring.

"The prince is here too, interesting..."

The Eternal Emperor looked around and saw the prince in disguise.

He was not surprised.

After all, Princess Zhenyue came yesterday.

As Zhenyue's biological brother, it is indeed not surprising that the prince would come today.

"Your Majesty, when is the best time for me to challenge you?"

On the side, the Eternal Emperor cast a secret technique on Daban, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was a high-grade holy master.

But in fact, he is the first-grade Holy Emperor.

"Don't worry, there are probably quite a few people who want to challenge this kid today, let's take a look first and then talk."

Regarding this, the Eternal Emperor is not in a hurry.

He came today mainly because he wanted to observe Ye Luo again and see how capable he really was.

To be honest, although the Eternal Emperor was surprised by Ye Luo's performance yesterday, it was not to the point where it was unacceptable.

In his opinion, Ye Luo's talent, which is close to Luo Tiancheng's level, has not yet surpassed his.

Since he has not surpassed Luo Tiancheng, there is no need to worry yet.

However, all of this was what the Eternal Emperor saw yesterday and does not represent the facts.

After all, Ye Luo didn't use all his strength yesterday.

If you want to see how talented a person is, you still have to let him use his full strength.

This is why the Eternal Emperor asked Daban to challenge Ye Luo today.

Force him to use all his strength.

If possible, destroy him directly.

At this moment, someone took the initiative to step onto the stage.

A young man, wearing a white Taoist robe and carrying a sword at his waist, looked like an immortal, but his realm was that of a high-level saint.

"I am the Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion, and I am here to challenge you."

The Holy Son of Jiange clasped his fists and saluted as soon as he came up. He seemed to know the rules very well.

But when he said this, he didn't even look at Ye Luo.

It shows that he still despises Ye Luo in his heart.

"Concession."

Ye Luo raised his hand, his momentum not weak at all.

This concession is usually a humble word spoken by the victor after two people have discussed each other.

As for why Ye Luo said it in advance, it is unknown.

"Ye Luo, what does this mean?"

"Is it too early to say this?"

Hearing this, everyone was confused for a while.

"Why are you talking so arrogantly?"

These words sounded very arrogant and arrogant to the ears of the Holy Son of Jiange.

Even if you, Ye Luo, performed very well yesterday, after all, you were fighting monks with ordinary cultivation bases and combat abilities...

When facing a genius monk, you should keep a low profile.

"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that when I say this for a while, you won't be able to hear me anymore."

What Ye Luo said couldn't be more clear.

You may not be able to hear it after a while.

Because you have been knocked unconscious!

Or be beaten to death!

"Arrogant!"

Hearing this, the Holy Son of Jiange became furious and immediately drew his sword to kill him!

Ye Luo's words were equivalent to a naked slap in his face.

If you are not angry at this, your temper is too good!

"It's a little worse."

Seeing this, Ye Luo did not use any weapons. Instead, he put two fingers together and condensed his immortal energy into a sword to deal with it.

You must know that although the immortal energy may be condensed into a sword, it is still not as useful as a divine weapon.

Ye Luo's move clearly showed he looked down upon the other party!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

For a moment, a storm surged above the ring, and the two men fought for dozens of rounds in an instant, exploding into the sky one after another with flames.

That is to say, there is a powerful formation on the ring. Otherwise, based on the intensity of the two people fighting at this time, not to mention the ring, even the entire Madman Villa will be overturned!

"As expected of the Holy Son of White Tiger Sword Pavilion, it is said that he is already preparing to break through to the Holy Emperor realm."

"Yes, I also heard that once he succeeds in breaking through, the current master of Jiange Pavilion will give way to him."

"But why do I think Ye Luo is stronger? The Holy Son of Jiange has no advantage at all!"

Seeing such a scene, everyone was shocked and exclaimed.

In their opinion, now there is finally someone who can compete with Ye Luo.

You know, this was something that would have been impossible to happen yesterday.

Yesterday, Ye Luo was like an undefeated God of War, capable of defeating twenty enemies with one person.

But today, although the Holy Son who came to White Tiger Sword Pavilion did not have much advantage, he was not too disadvantaged either.

Little did they know, this was Ye Luo's deliberate move.

He is testing the opponent's strength.

I have to say, the strength is really not that good.

Although he has the cultivation level of a high-grade saint, his combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary high-grade saints, but compared with Ye Luo, it is far behind.

If Ye Luo is willing, this battle can end now.

"Damn it, I don't believe it!"

At this time, the Holy Son of Jiange became more and more impatient.

He had obviously used all his strength, but why couldn't he move Ye Luo at all.

He even had a feeling that Ye Luo was still far away from his full strength, so far away that he could not imagine.

Although it felt like this, he didn't want to believe it.

He is the holy son of the White Tiger Sword Pavilion, and is known as the first genius of the Sword Pavilion in the past 500 years.

In less than three hundred years, he has already cultivated to the level of a high-level saint. Such talent is evident.

However, he was beaten in the hands of Ye Luo and was unable to fight back!

In fact, Ye Luo's cultivation level is only that of a high-grade holy king!

A whole level lower than him!

If taking a higher-level challenge brings honor, then being challenged by someone higher-level brings shame.

Just like he is now.


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