In the trembling eyes of everyone, Wang Fan stepped hard on Liu Yidao's chest with the sole of his foot.
At this moment, even Liu Yidao felt a biting chill.
There was a loud bang, and Liu Yidao felt an extremely violent force rush into his body. In an instant, with a crackling sound of bones breaking, he spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and then fell straight down.
His body fell from mid-air and landed hard on the fighting platform.
There was another loud bang, the battle platform trembled, and the hearts of countless Holy Palace disciples below the stage also trembled.
Violent, too violent.
Wang Fan's violent power is simply invincible.
At this time, they couldn't help but remember where the Qiongyuan was.
It was the only orthodox body-training place in the Holy Palace, and it was said that the dean was a powerful body-cultivator.
However, because there are not many monks who are refining their bodies, or not many are at a high level of body refining, not many people join the Qiong Yuan, which makes the Qiong Yuan look lonely.
But what now? Wang Fan is so powerful that he defeated Liu Yidao, the monster of Qianyuan, simply with his physical strength. What does this mean? Is Qiongyuan about to rise?
They looked at Liu Yidao, who fell on the battle platform, constantly spurting blood, but did not know whether to live or die, and looked at the arrogant and arrogant figure standing proudly in the void.
Countless people were shaken in their hearts and could not calm down for a long time.
Who would have thought that Wang Fan, a disciple of Qiongyuan who was regarded as a waste by them and whose cultivation was only at the third level of the Immortal Emperor, would defeat two geniuses in a short period of time.
In particular, Liu Yidao is a powerful seventh-level Immortal Emperor, and his combat power is absolutely terrifying.
Even the disciples of the Holy Palace and many ninth-level immortal emperors are no match for him.
But now, he was defeated, defeated by Wang Fan, whose cultivation level was four levels lower than his.
Wang Fan ignored everyone's shock. He slowly fell down and landed on the battle platform. Then he looked at Liu Yidao and said calmly: <
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"Where am I going? When do you need to talk too much? You are sarcastic and laughing at me. Now, are you happy?"
When Liu Yidao heard this, he felt a surge of suffocation in his chest. The next second, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
He felt that his face was burning and he was extremely humiliated.
If he loses to others, he can endure it, but if he loses to Wang Fan, or he loses in the most brutal way, he really wants to die.
Wang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to Liu Yidao anymore. He turned his eyes away and looked under the fighting platform, looking at the people who had also mocked him before.
It's okay if you don't take action. Since you have chosen to take action, you have to step on them one by one.
He, Wang Fan, is not someone who lets others bully him. If you dare to humiliate him, then be prepared to be humiliated.
Wang Fan glanced at the people who had humiliated Wang Fan before. They couldn't help but feel a little thump in their hearts, and then they all lowered their heads.
At this moment, sadness and regret arose in their hearts.
What a mouthful! Why are you mocking this guy for nothing?
Even Liu Yidao was defeated by Wang Fan, so naturally they were no match for Wang Fan.
Wang Fan ignored their expressions, smiled brightly, and planned to challenge.
However, before he could speak, a cold voice suddenly came out, and then a young man walked out.
"Don't you think you are going a little too far?"
This man is wearing a purple robe, his hair is tied high, he is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament.
He looked personable, but the look he looked at Wang Fan was extremely cold.
"Zhao Qing, Senior Brother Zhao!"
"I really didn't think about it
Come, Senior Brother Zhao is here too!"
"What is he going to do? Stand up for Liu Yidao?"
Seeing this person appear, shock and awe appeared in the eyes of many Holy Palace disciples.
Zhao Qing, the evil disciple of Qianyuan, is a powerful being on the eighth level of the Immortal Emperor.
No matter in terms of cultivation or strength, he is the strongest among the disciples of the Immortal Emperor of the Holy Palace.
The most terrifying thing is that he is a powerful being who has been on the Holy Palace Emperor Ranking.
Although he was defeated in just one month, being able to be on the Holy Palace Emperor Ranking for one month is enough to show his strength.
Wang Fan turned his head and looked at Zhao Qing, but his eyes were extremely cold.
"Who are you?" The voice was calm, without any waves, as if Zhao Qing was not taken seriously at all.
"Qianyuan, Zhao Qing." Zhao Qing said calmly.
Wang Fan smiled, "Too much? Where did I go too far? He is a seventh-level Immortal Emperor, and I am a third-level Immortal Emperor. I defeated him. What's wrong with me?"
When Zhao Qing heard this, his tone was choked, and he had nothing to say for a moment.
Because, now he noticed that Wang Fan's cultivation seemed to be only at the third level of Immortal Emperor.
Before, he only saw someone fighting here and came to join in the fun.
When he saw clearly that the person who was defeated was Liu Yidao from his Qianyuan, and that he had been tortured miserably, he spoke coldly.
He really didn't pay attention to Wang Fan's cultivation.
Now that he saw that Wang Fan's cultivation was only at the third level of Immortal Emperor, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
Wang Fan continued to laugh and said: "When I entered the temple earlier, this guy made fun of me. I challenge him. Isn't it too much?"
Zhao Qing had a dark face and said nothing, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Fan.
Wang Fan, however, ignored him and said without politeness: "If you see me unhappy and plan to stand up for him, just come up and I will accept your challenge."
That’s the battle.”
"Maybe you, Senior Brother Zhao, are magnanimous and won't get angry if someone points your nose and calls you a loser, but I'm not a turtle. I can't stand it."
Wang Fan's words are vulgar, but they make sense.
For a moment, Zhao Qing didn't know what to say at all.
When the other disciples saw this scene, they were also stunned and speechless.
This newcomer to the Holy Palace, a disciple of Qiongyuan, is really different.
Is he provoking Zhao Qing?
Thinking of this, everyone was actually looking forward to the battle between Zhao Qing and Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was so strong that he defeated Liu Yidao, who was on the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor. I wonder if he could defeat Zhao Qing with such force.
If Wang Fan could defeat Zhao Qing, it would be truly incredible.
Zhao Qing stared at Wang Fan, his eyes flashing coldly, and his heart filled with murderous intent.
This was the first time that he was provoked in public by a third-level Immortal Emperor.
But, can he go up and fight Wang Fan?
If he fights, wouldn't he be telling others that he can't afford to lose?
What's more, he is the ninth-level Immortal Emperor and Wang Fan is the third-level Immortal Emperor. If he fights, wouldn't it be too bullying?
There is nothing to be proud of if you win, after all, your cultivation is there. But if you lose, it will be embarrassing.
When Wang Fan saw that Zhao Qing was silent, he sneered and didn't bother to pay attention. He looked at the people who had mocked him again and said, "Guys, come up together."
When the voice fell, the faces of the monks all turned dark.
Swish, swish, swish!
At the same time, countless eyes fell on them, making them feel even more embarrassed.
"I, I admit defeat, and I apologize for my previous disrespect to you."
One of the monks mustered up the courage to look up, said something quickly, then turned around and left.