Everyone was stunned at this moment. No one expected that the lord of the clan would actually ask Ye Bufan to fight.
If others lose, they lose. In comparison, it does not cause much loss to the sect’s face.
Moreover, both Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyun are at least at the level of Great Yi Immortal. There is not much difference between the two sides. Even if they fail, their lives will not be in danger.
But now that we have sent a monk who doesn't even have immortal energy, how can we fight this battle? Isn't it just a matter of death?
His key identity is extremely special. He is now the direct disciple of the newly appointed sect master and the future heir to the sect master.
If a person like this comes up, he will definitely be slapped to death. Where will the Liuguang Sword Sect's face be put? It will be a huge blow to the sect's honor.
Could it be that the sect leader has been in seclusion for too long and does not understand the situation outside at all, or is it that he was deceived by the illusion that Ye Bufan passed three levels in a row?
Although everyone has different ideas in their minds, Gong Qingxuan has always been true to her word in the Liuguang Sword Sect, and no one else dares to question the things she specifies.
There are also many people who are happy, such as those who were punished by Ye Bufan on the third and fifth peaks, such as Zu Fangkui and Bai Lingpu.
Bai Lingpu, the old fox, had just pushed Ye Bufan out in a grand manner for this purpose.
As long as this direct disciple is killed, Sima Cuo will have a new opportunity, and there will be hope for the Fifth Peak to rise again.
Even if he doesn't die, if he performs too poorly, he probably won't be noticed by Gong Qingxuan.
In short, the people present had their own thoughts, some were happy, some were worried, and some felt sorry for Ye Bufan.
Although his cultivation level was a bit poor, this young man still had excellent medical skills and was the master of the Spiritual Medicine Hall. It would be a shame to die like this.
"yes!"
Compared to other people's emotional changes, Ye Bufan was as calm as water.
It seems that what he is facing is not a great immortal at all, but an ordinary ordinary person.
He agreed and walked up to Feng Jinglei.
"Hahaha, is it just you?"
Seeing that the young man in front of him didn't even have any immortal energy, Feng Jinglei burst out laughing arrogantly.
"You're such a loser, I can stab you to death with just one finger.
If you have any last words, please leave them as soon as possible, you won’t be able to withstand a single move in front of me.”
"Really? Then give it a try!"
Ye Bufan's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and punched him.
His punch would still be very powerful in the world of cultivation, but it was not worth mentioning in the world of immortality. He saw everyone around him shaking his head and sighing.
Bai Lingpu's lips curved into a sneer, his revenge was finally avenged.
Sima Cuo, Xue Ze and others were also filled with excitement, clenching their fists, waiting to see the fate of Ye Bufan being killed instantly.
Feng Zhiwu, Luo Bingyan, Shen Qiyun and others' eyes were full of concern.
"Brother, come on!"
Fu Jundie shouted heartlessly, cheering for Ye Bufan.
"What a waste, I'd better send you on your way!"
Feng Jinglei smiled contemptuously, waved the Sky-shattering Hammer in his hand, and suddenly a lightning bolt several feet long struck over.
Although he just struck casually, the power of Da Yixian's attack was astonishing. The thick lightning came to Ye Bufan in the blink of an eye and struck him hard on the chest.
"It's over, what a pity that such a medical genius has died!"
Many people sighed in their hearts. In their consciousness, even Xuanxian could not resist this thunder and lightning with his physical body, let alone a waste that did not even have immortal energy.
Sima Cuo and others became more and more excited and could not control their smiles, but the scene in front of them instantly stunned them.
I saw thunder and lightning striking Ye Bufan's body, but there was no reaction at all, not even a little bit of obstruction, as if nothing happened.
"this……"
Everyone's eyes widened instantly, as if they had seen a ghost.
How strong Feng Jinglei's lightning power was, and how powerful the Sky-shattering Hammer was, they had just seen with their own eyes, after all, Shen Qiyun and Luo Bingyan had not fully recovered yet.
But even such a powerful blow had no effect on the man in front of him.
How did they know that Ye Bufan, who practiced the Thunder God's Bodybuilding Technique, was not afraid of the power of thunder the most.
Although Feng Jinglei has some abilities, the thunder and lightning he releases are many times worse than the God of Extinction Thunder, so how can it have half the impact?
The most shocked person was Feng Jinglei himself. He knew very well how strong he was and how powerful the Sky-shattering Hammer in his hand was.
Normally, for a monk like Ye Bufan who doesn't even have immortal energy, ten thousand would not be enough to block this attack.
Because of this, just after he took action, he felt that the other party was already dead.
But he never expected that he would not be affected at all, and his fist would be in front of him in the blink of an eye.
However, he still didn't take it too seriously. Although the other party used some special means to withstand his thunder, he was just a monk after all. How could he break through his body-protecting immortal essence?
But in the blink of an eye, he realized how wrong his idea was.
Ye Bufan's fist hit his chest. It looked ordinary, and the force of the blow on his body was not too great.
But there was an irresistible force of destruction, the destructive power was beyond imagination, and it destroyed most of the meridians in his chest in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
This was naturally no ordinary punch. Ye Bufan incorporated the destructive power of the God of Extinction into it and named it the God of Extinction Fist.
Although the power of fists is not as powerful as thunder arrows, it is not easy to defeat the opponent under a sneak attack.
Feng Jinglei pushed back seven or eight steps, then fell to the ground with a plop.
He struggled to stand up, but he couldn't do it at all.
Only now did he realize how serious the consequences of his negligence were. He had not suffered such a serious injury in many years, and now he had simply lost his fighting power.
At this moment, everyone around was completely dumbfounded. No one knew what was happening, and everyone was stunned.
When they came back to their senses, these people rubbed their eyes desperately, trying to see if they were hallucinating or seeing something wrong.
A loser who didn't even have immortal energy, a person who had always been despised by them, actually defeated Feng Jinglei with one punch.
If this wasn't the disciple brought by He Honglian, if they hadn't just defeated Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyun, they really thought this was the one brought by Ye Bufan, which was impossible no matter how they looked at it.
Whether it was the extremely weak aura on his body or the seemingly non-threatening punch just now, there was no reason to win at all.
Bai Lingpu, Zu Fangkui, Sima Cuo and others opened their eyes so wide that their eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets.
Isn't this the legendary waste of ten thousand years? Isn't this the waste that even the immortal energy has not been able to transform? He actually won this round, how is this possible?
But whether they believed it or not, the fact was before their eyes. After all, Feng Jinglei was still lying there spitting out blood.
Ye Bufan retracted his fist and smiled contemptuously: "Too weak! He was chattering, but he thought he was so powerful that he couldn't even block my punch!"
