Chapter two thousand five hundred and sixty-ninth, you feel like bullying
Seeing Sima Wang take action, Liu Baiyi's lips revealed a sneer. This was the effect she wanted.
In her heart, as long as she fights Ye Bufan, she will definitely lose, either dead or disabled, which can be regarded as eliminating a major hidden danger for the Hanjian Immortal Sect.
Not only she, but everyone else also thinks so. No one thinks that the core disciple of the Holy Sect will lose to a casual cultivator, who is still a young man in his early twenties.
Shan Pingxin picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a leisurely sip, not even bothering to look at the ring. In his opinion, there was no suspense at all.
This is especially true for Sima Wang. As a disciple of the Holy Sect, he is born with his own pride.
The Holy Sect has always looked down on the existence of other sects, and its strength is so powerful that it is difficult for others to match it.
As far as he is concerned, as a core disciple, he reached the peak of Mahayana before he was fifty years old.
Looking at the entire Nine Star Sect in Kunlun Continent, there is not a single person under the age of 100 who is at the peak of Mahayana.
This is strength, this is the gap, this is what makes him arrogant.
Because of this, he didn't pay attention to the young man in front of him at all, and this time he took action very casually.
In his eyes, this is an ant that can be killed with one slap, and is not worthy of his full treatment.
Sima Wang didn't want to kill the opponent at once, he wanted to grab the opponent's neck, then throw him to the ground hard and then step on him one step at a time.
Not only do you want to trample the other person under your feet, not only do you want to hurt the other person's body, but you also want to trample on his dignity.
That's what he thought, but things changed. Before his palm could get hold of the other person's neck, the figure in front of him disappeared.
"How is this going?"
He couldn't understand how the other party could be so fast and disappear under the lock of his divine consciousness.
Before he could figure out what happened, a hand had already caught his neck, and he fell to the ground hard.
Then a huge foot appeared in front of him and stepped on him one by one.
The force of each step was just right, crushing his body-protecting energy and causing bursts of severe pain to his physical body.
Just as he thought before, this kind of fighting not only caused severe pain in his body, but also put his dignity on the ground and rubbed it hard.
Now Ye Bufan's cultivation level is at the peak of Dongxu, but he still has an absolute advantage against the peak of Mahayana in the cross-level killing. Moreover, the opponent is so careless. This is not a duel at all. He kicked the opponent to the ground with one kick.
, followed by unilateral devastation.
At this moment, the whole place was silent, except for the sound of fists hitting flesh.
The people around him were completely dumbfounded. They all stood there blankly, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.
The Holy Sect is a superior existence in the eyes of all cultivators, and the core disciples who come out of the Holy Sect are all invincible masters.
Before taking action, everyone was thinking about how Sima Wang would beat the young man in front of them. No one thought that it would be like this.
Shan Pingxin didn't pay attention at all before. Occasionally he looked up and was completely dumbfounded. He even forgot to swallow the tea in his mouth.
The most shocked person was Liu Baiyi. In her heart, she improved her evaluation of this young man again and again, but in the end she unexpectedly underestimated him.
Who is Sima Wang? He is the core disciple of the Holy Sect. Even if he fights against him, he is not sure of victory.
But now that Ye Bufan is beating him like a dog, doesn't that mean that he is no match for him either.
They were shocked, but Ye Bufan was extremely excited.
Jiang Fangzhou was not shocked at Brother Ye's victory. He was jumping on his feet and shouting: "Brother Ye, beat him hard!"
Xuanyuan Zhantian was gnawing on the pig's trotters and waving the wine bottle in his hand: "Slap him in the face! Slap him in the face!"
When Sima Wang heard the shouts of the two people, a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
People say that hitting someone is not a slap in the face, but you old man just shouted "slap in the face". What does this mean?
The most important thing is that Ye Bufan responded positively, and then stepped on his face with more than ten feet, and soon his face was bruised and swollen, like a pig's head.
When the beating was almost complete, he kicked him in the lower abdomen and kicked him away.
Sima Wang banged against the guardrail of the arena and fell to the ground. When he got up from the ground again, he was completely stunned.
"where am I?"
"who I am?"
"In the end what happened?"
The guy turned around several times before he finally figured out what was going on.
As a core disciple of the dignified Holy Sect, he was brutally tortured in public and completely beaten into a pig's head. How could he accept it?
"Asshole, I'll kill you!"
In an extremely furious rage, powerful murderous intent burst out from all over his body, and he casually drew out a long sword that was radiant with cold light, and slashed towards Ye Bufan with a sword that filled the sky.
This time he had no reservations and fully showed his peak Mahayana strength.
The situation in the arena suddenly changed. Under the raging force of the fierce sword energy, the entire arena seemed to be trembling. If it were not for the blessing of the formation, it would have collapsed.
Yuan Mutong's expression tightened. Is this guy going to kill him?
He is still in a state of daze, and he has no idea how Ye Bufan took the advantage just now.
Now that I saw Sima Wang completely erupting, he was already murderous, and his first reaction was to go on stage to save people.
"Brother, don't be nervous, come on, have a drink."
Xuanyuan Zhantian said indifferently and threw a bottle of Maotai over.
"this……"
Yuan Mutong was not in the mood to drink, but at this moment the sword light on the ring suddenly disappeared, and then the scene just happened again.
At this time, the long sword in Sima Wang's hand had been knocked out and fell into a corner of the ring.
And he himself was being grabbed by the collar by Ye Bufan, who slapped his face one after another with his big mouth.
Sima Wang fell into a state of confusion again at this moment. He didn't know how he failed in that move just now. In the blink of an eye, he was pressed down and slapped in the mouth again.
As a disciple of the Holy Sect, when had he ever been insulted like this, his lungs would explode with anger.
But it just so happens that the strength is there. He is being suppressed by others and cannot resist even if he wants to.
He couldn't understand why the other party was so defiant. He was at the pinnacle of Mahayana, so why was he completely unable to fight back in front of others?
Ye Bufan slapped his mouth dozens of times in succession. At this time, Sima Wang really didn't even recognize his mother, and his face was completely swollen into a pig's head.
"Okay, get out!"
He kicked him again and kicked him off the ring.
In the end, Ye Bufan clapped his hands: "It's too weak. It's too weak. I feel like I'm bullying you even if I hit you. It's really not challenging at all!"
After saying that, he jumped off the stage in a flash.
The scene was completely silent, but everyone's heart was in turmoil.
Everyone was shocked, how incredible this was, and how it could defeat the core disciples of the Holy Sect.
This is absolutely unprecedented, a genius among geniuses, and a monster among monsters.
At this time, Shan Pingxin came to his senses and became furious: "Boy, how dare you hurt someone from my Taixu Palace?"
