The team had won two games in a row, and Huo Jian was no longer as calm as before.
"Grandpa, do you think that boy named Ye can really win?"
"How is that possible?" Huo Dongping shook his head, "No matter how strong he is, he is still just a martial saint after all.
In the martial arts, all those below the Imperial Realm are ants. As long as he does not step into the Imperial Realm for a day, he cannot be Hong Sihai's opponent and is destined to be completely defeated.
Now it seems that they have the advantage, but in fact there is no substantial change. As soon as the emperor-level expert takes action, he will immediately be wiped out."
Huo Jian nodded, his face showing joy again: "Grandpa is right, now that I am relieved."
Although Situ Changkong was very dissatisfied with the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, he had to acquiesce in the facts stated.
The higher you go in martial arts training, the greater the gap between levels. There is an insurmountable chasm between the martial saint and the imperial realm.
Even if one's cultivation reaches the realm of Martial Saint's Great Perfection, he is still just a Martial Saint after all, and cannot be compared to those who are powerful in the Imperial Realm.
Afterwards, the room fell into a brief silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on the mobile phone.
After a while, the phone rang suddenly. Although the sound was not loud, it was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
Situ Changkong reached out and pressed the hands-free button. Unlike last time, this time there was a panicked voice coming from the other side.
"Elder, something happened! Hong Sihai, the great elder from Yunxia Mountain, personally came on the scene. Although he gave in three moves, Mr. Ye still couldn't break through his defense.
In the end, Hong Sihai struck out with a palm and killed Mr. Ye directly!"
"What, what do you mean by that? What do you mean it's gone?"
Situ Changkong suddenly shouted out loud.
"After one move, Mr. Ye disappeared without a trace. Until now, no one is alive or dead, and no body is seen. Some people say that he has been completely turned into a fan!"
Upon hearing the news, Situ Changkong and An Daoquan looked gloomy, and their hearts were filled with grief and anger. They could not accept it no matter what, such an outstanding young man had died like this.
They were heartbroken, but Huo Jian laughed loudly: "Hahaha, he's dead. This kid is finally dead. I said such arrogant people will die sooner or later!"
"Sure enough, everyone in the Imperial Realm is just an ant. No matter how powerful his Martial Saint is, he is still not the opponent that the Imperial Realm emphasizes."
Huo Dongping also had a smile on his face, "That boy should have come and knelt down and surrendered to me a long time ago. That way he might have been able to save a small life, instead of dying like this without a whole body.
But he insists on pretending to have backbone. You can pretend to be tough, but you also have to have that strength."
At this point, the grandfather and grandson burst out laughing again, their laughter extremely hearty.
But before they could finish laughing, another exclamation suddenly came from the other side of the phone: "Oh, Mr. Ye was rescued. He was just hiding in the lake. Now not only is he unscathed, but he has also reached the peak state of the Martial Saint."
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"Well……"
Huo Dongping and Huo Dongping were halfway through their laughter when their laughter suddenly stopped like a cock stuck in their necks.
"How is this possible? How could he still survive a blow from a powerful emperor? How could he still break through? Did you see it wrong? Are you dazzled?"
Such a huge contrast made Huo Jian almost lose control of his emotions, and he yelled crazily at the phone.
But after he shouted for a long time, there was silence and no response.
Huo Jian turned around: "Grandpa, I just said that boy must be talking nonsense and must have misunderstood. How is this possible?"
Huo Dongping frowned slightly, "I think that's the case as well. This is completely unreasonable. How could you not die but break through after receiving a blow from an emperor-level expert..."
But fate seemed to be joking with the grandfather and grandson, and suddenly another burst of excited shouts came from the other side of the phone.
"Master Elder, he's dead! He's dead!"
Hearing him shouting like this, Huo Dongping suddenly became proud: "I said he must be dead. A small martial saint has no hope of surviving under the hands of a strong emperor..."
Before he finished speaking, the person on the phone shouted excitedly again: "Hong Sihai, the great elder of Yunxia Mountain, is dead. He was killed by Mr. Ye with a sword!"
"What?"
This news was so shocking that Huo Dongping, who was sitting drinking tea, jumped up.
"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. Hong Sihai is a strong man in the imperial realm, how could he be killed by a martial saint?"
He looked at An Daoquan and An Daoquan angrily: "Who are you arranging over there? Is he a lunatic? Why are you talking nonsense?"
Situ Changkong also felt a little unbelievable and asked again: "What are you talking about? Did you read it wrong? Did you say it wrong? Who died?"
"Hong Sihai died and his head was chopped off. Now Yunxia Mountain has admitted defeat in public!"
"Really? Is what you said true?"
Upon hearing the news, Situ Changkong was trembling with excitement.
"Elder, it is absolutely true. Now Yunxia Mountain has admitted defeat in public. Their only two remaining elders have retreated. Listen to the cheers around..."
After he finished speaking, the other party pressed the hands-free button, and then a tsunami of cheers came from the microphone, occasionally accompanied by angry curses, all of which were directed at Yunxia Mountain.
"Oh my god, it turned out to be true. Xiaofan really won."
Situ Changkong and An Daoquan were immediately excited, and muddy tears actually flowed from their old eyes. They were not sad, they were excited, they were happy.
This decisive battle was simply too exciting, with twists and turns and constant reversals. Fortunately, we finally won the victory.
"Old man, let's go pick up Xiaofan quickly and celebrate Xiaofan's victory. Our Xuanyuan Pavilion really made a dragon this time!"
After saying that, they ignored Huo Dongping and his grandson, left Xuanyuan Pavilion, and headed straight for Yanbo Lake.
"this……"
The two people in the room looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
After a moment, Huo Jian asked with a trembling voice: "Grandpa, do you think this is true? That boy really killed Hong Sihai, and can he really defeat the powerful emperor?"
Huo Dongping sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the facts were before his eyes, and he could only nod in the end.
"How is this possible? Could it be that that boy has been hiding his cultivation? Could it be that he is also a strong person in the imperial realm?"
Huo Jian looked excited and his hands were shaking. He still can't believe this fact.
He has always been extremely arrogant in his heart, thinking that if he could become a saint in his twenties, he was already a peerless genius.
But now I met Ye Bufan, who was younger than him but could kill even the emperor-level experts. In comparison, with his little cultivation, he could only be a scumbag.
"Grandpa, I'm not convinced. This is definitely not true."
Huo Jian kept shouting, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"I want you to kill him, I want you to avenge me!"
At this moment, he couldn't tell clearly what kind of mentality he had, whether it was envy, jealousy or hatred. In short, he just wanted the other person to die!
"shut up!"
Huo Dongping screamed, and now he realized that his grandson, who had always been arrogant, was so stupid.
The opponent can even kill Hong Sihai, but he can also hurt himself. At this time, he is still shouting about killing for revenge. Isn't this looking for death?
