The first thousand one hundred and eighty-one chapters
Ye Bufan chuckled: "I have already said that the opportunity is before you Murong family, and it is you who should make the decision. My patience is limited and I only give you 10 seconds."
He said these words very easily, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing, but as soon as his words fell, the hearts of those present suddenly raised their eyebrows.
This shows that the three major aristocratic families and the Murong family are officially on opposite sides, and a war is imminent.
Sure enough, Murong Chenglong, who had been silent all this time, became furious.
"Boy, you are so arrogant and hurt people from my Murong family one after another. I will kill them regardless of whether the three major families surrender today."
After he finished speaking, he soared into the sky, like flying through the clouds and mist, and instantly reached a nearby small mountain peak that was 100 meters high.
When your cultivation reaches the level of a saint, you can already control the vitality of heaven and earth and fly with air.
Seeing this scene in front of them and feeling the powerful aura exuded by Murong Chenglong, everyone present felt a wave of panic in their hearts. Is this the strength of the Martial Saint?
Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Murong Chengdu felt even more proud.
"Since you are unwilling to surrender to the three great families, then fight with us, the Murong family, and we will decide the outcome in one battle.
If someone from one of your three great families can defeat our great elder, our Murong family will be at our mercy. If you lose..." At this point, he smiled coldly, "I'm sorry, there will be no more three great aristocratic families in the imperial capital from now on."
After he said this, the scene was in an uproar.
"Let me stop this, this is a Martial Saint, how can the three major families have the ability to resist..."
"That's right. They said that a battle will determine the outcome. I guess there is no one from the three major families who dares to challenge..."
"There have been no martial saints from big families like ours in the imperial capital for decades. This is not a tough fight. If we go up to it, we are looking for death. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop even one move..."
The aristocratic families who took refuge with the Murong family all sneered and took pleasure in their misfortune.
Those who insisted on staying on the side of the three major aristocratic families looked gloomy and were in low spirits, and they were obviously not optimistic about this battle either.
Zhong Guoqiang shouted with a wicked smile: "Ye Bufan, aren't you quite arrogant? If you have the ability, go up and challenge me.
As long as you can win, Great Elder, my head will be used as a ball for you to kick."
This guy used the provocation method, hoping that Ye Bufan would impulsively challenge him and be slapped to death by Murong Chenglong, and then he could find a way to get hold of the dozen or so women around him.
He was already lustful, and looking at Su Ruyue, Yiluoxiang and others were already salivating.
Ye Bufan gave him a cold look: "You said this, I want this ball."
At this moment, Changsun Wugong came out and said, "Boy, how about I go up and fight that old ghost first?"
Although he knew that he was no match, he could at least consume a certain amount of Murong Chenglong's strength and increase his grandson's certainty of victory.
"Second uncle, there's no need. I can just go up there myself."
Ye Bufan saw what he was thinking, waved his hand, and then walked towards the mountain peak.
He didn't use air control to fly, and he wasn't very fast either. He just walked to the top of the mountain step by step with his feet firmly on the ground.
Compared with Murong Chenglong just now, the way he appeared was much weaker in terms of momentum.
"You are so young and energetic. It is so easy to fall into other people's provocations. How can a young man in his twenties be the opponent of the Martial Saint..."
"That's right, I heard before that none of the four masters from the three major families can be a match for the Martial Saint. Is this guy with no hair on his head even more powerful than Changsun in martial arts?"
"What are the three major aristocratic families thinking? Is this a battle that determines life and death? This is simply a matter of death!"
The people at the foot of the mountain shook their heads and sighed one by one, and they all sided with Murong Chenglong.
When Murong's family saw Ye Bufan going out to fight Murong He, he shouted excitedly: "Grandpa, don't slap this kid to death, it will be too easy for him.
Take a breath, wait a minute, I will make him live and not die."
The same was true for Murong Hai and Murong Tian next to them. Looking at the tall and straight back, they all gritted their teeth with hatred, and their eyes were full of resentment.
Zhong Guoqiang came to Zhong Baichun with a proud look on his face, "Dad, how are you? Isn't my provoking method pretty?"
“Well done!”
Zhong Baichun had a smile on his face, which was also the result he wanted to see.
On top of the small mountain peak, Murong Chenglong sneered as he watched the young man walking up step by step.
"Boy, I really don't know who gave you the courage to dare to attack someone from my Murong family. Today I am going to crush all your bones and let you taste what life is worse than death."
After Murong Chenglong said this, he was not polite at all and punched Ye Bufan over.
As a master of the Martial Saint level, when he punched out, the surrounding sky and earth suddenly changed color, the wind roared, flying sand and rocks swept across the entire small mountain, and even the space seemed to vibrate.
This made the people at the foot of the mountain horrified. Is this the strength of the saint? It is too powerful. If this punch is used, the tank will be smashed into a discus, right?
Especially those who practice martial arts. The higher their cultivation level, the more they can realize the terrifying power of this punch.
Seeing Murong Chenglong's fist getting closer and closer to Ye Bufan, it finally turned into a huge vitality iron fist with extremely terrifying power.
Ye Bufan still had a faint smile on his face. Faced with such an earth-shattering punch, he seemed not to notice it at all. He raised his right hand and punched out.
His punch seemed too weak, without any momentum and bland, no different from a punch punched by an ordinary person.
There is no harm without comparison. Compared with the Vitality Iron Fist, the gap is really too big. It looks like a baby facing a giant.
Even Murong Chenglong was a little surprised now. Didn't this guy cripple his two grandsons? He should at least be at the level of Heavenly Dzogchen. How could he be so bad?
Thinking of this, he secretly withdrew his fist strength a little, for fear that he would be beaten into a pulp with one punch, and then his grandson would be unable to make his life worse than death.
Sooner or later, in the blink of an eye, the two fists collided with each other, and there was a roar, flying sand and rocks, and the entire small mountain seemed to tremble.
"It's over, that young man is done."
This was what everyone was thinking, and even some timid ones closed their eyes, thinking that Ye Bufan might be beaten to a pulp by this punch.
But the next scene shocked everyone. They saw a figure whizzing out like a shell, flying dozens of meters away and hitting the mountain wall behind them with a bang.
The huge impact force actually smashed into the mountain wall, and was subsequently submerged by the falling gravel.
"Oh, I've said it a long time ago, how could such a young man be the opponent of the Martial Saint? He's just seeking death. It's true..."
"It's so tragic. They were all punched into the mountain wall. I'm afraid the whole person was broken..."
"The Martial Saint is the Martial Saint. He is so powerful that no normal person can compete with him..."
Everyone at the foot of the mountain shook their heads, commented, and felt sorry for Ye Bufan.
The Zhong family and his son were even more excited, as if they felt that all this was their own fault.
The happiest thing was the people of the Murong family. Murong He said excitedly: "Grandpa's punch was really powerful. It was obviously thrown to the east, but the boy named Ye actually flew to the west.
The Martial Saint is the Martial Saint, it’s really amazing!”
