The third thousand two hundred and forty-eighth chapter wins another game
"Damn it, how is this possible!"
He Honglian's own cultivation is not enough, so every time he challenges for many years, he fails.
Later, she suddenly changed her strategy and devoted all her efforts to training three apprentices, hoping to regain her face through her own apprentices.
Although Gong Qingxuan is powerful, he will eventually be in charge of the entire sect, and there are 30,000 disciples under his sect, so it is impossible to cover everything.
In comparison, she only needs to train three disciples, which naturally occupies a huge advantage in this situation.
With this idea in mind, I worked hard for three hundred years and finally achieved today's achievements.
The young disciples who originally thought they could sweep away the Flowing Light Sword Sect when they got here took the opportunity to humiliate Gong Qingxuan.
Everything went well at first, but I never expected that my disciple of the Great Yi Immortal would lose to a loser of the other party.
"Master..."
Feng Jinglei looked ashamed, but couldn't say anything.
"Get out of here, useless things!"
He Honglian kicked him out. Originally, training these disciples was a tool for him to regain his face.
If it doesn't work now, I won't be polite at all if I take action.
"Second brother, come here!"
He Honglian turned around and waved, and a young man in red robe walked over.
There is a burning aura all over his body, and he looks like a fire attribute monk at first glance.
Compared to Feng Jinglei just now, his aura became more powerful, and he had already reached the middle stage of Great B Immortal.
Seeing that the disciples sent here are getting stronger and stronger, Bai Lingpu and others finally feel a lot more at ease.
No matter how Ye Bufan won just now, there is no chance of another fluke this time.
For an immortal, strength is everything.
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely tear off this kid's head!"
The young man in red was full of confidence. In his opinion, Ye Bufan had just made a sneak attack and could only win by opportunism. In terms of strength, he could not compare with Feng Jinglei, let alone compare with himself.
"Boy, I'm Huo Rulie. When I die, I will report my name to the King of Hell!"
"I don't have a good memory, so you should go talk to the King of Hell yourself!"
After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he took action first and struck out with one palm, the Fiery Palm.
Two balls of flame appeared in the palm of his hand, and then turned into two fire dragons, roaring towards Huo Rulie.
"This kid is really stupid!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Sima Cuo's mouth.
In his opinion, it was obvious that Huo Rulie was a fire attribute immortal, and his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Great B Immortal.
At this time, using fire-based skills to attack others is simply asking for humiliation.
Not only him, but others also thought so, shaking their heads and sighing.
Just now, Ye Bufan defeated Feng Jinglei by surprise. If he used some clever tricks at this time, there might be a glimmer of hope.
But in this kind of head-to-head confrontation with fire-based skills, there is no chance of winning at all?
These people did not notice that there was a faint black mark hidden among Ye Bufan's two fire dragons, which was a pocket version of the Thunder God's Arrow.
Ye Bufan didn't want to expose all his trump cards at once, and to deal with a mid-stage Great B Immortal, there was no need to bring out the full version of Thunder Arrow, only a pocket version would be enough.
Huo Rulie didn't know this, and when he saw the other party attacking him with the fire palm, he couldn't help laughing.
"Ignorant boy, let me show you what real fire control is!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the two fire dragons, easily turning them into sparks all over the sky and dispersing into the void.
But at the same time, two black pocket-sized Thunderbolt arrows had already sunk into his palm.
Huo Rulie was suddenly shaken, and the violent power of thunder and lightning made his whole body numb, and he could no longer move an inch.
This is not to mention that the power of thunder and lightning mixed with the aura of destruction, pulsing the meridians in his body to pieces, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out.
Only now did he understand why Feng Jinglei had been defeated so miserably just now, and why he no longer had the slightest ability to resist after one move.
He is also in the same situation now, his whole body is crippled, and such a serious injury cannot be recovered within a few months.
What method did this young man use? How could he be so spicy?
How did he know that Ye Bufan was already showing mercy?
In any case, He Honglian and Gong Qingxuan also have a constant relationship. Since the sect leader has not killed anyone, it is not easy for him to just come up and kill his apprentice.
Otherwise, with the violence and tyranny of Thunder Arrow, he would have been completely destroyed now, and there would be no chance of him standing here.
But except for Ye Bufan, no one else knew about this at all.
At this time, everyone around them had just calmed down a little, and another huge wave arose. Feng Jinglei had just been eliminated with one move, and it could still be attributed to a sneak attack, or to opportunism, but what happened this time?
This was a real mid-term Great Immortal, but he was beaten again and vomited blood with one move. It looked like he had no strength to fight anymore.
The flame just looked ordinary, how could it be so powerful? What on earth is going on?
Defeating a fire-type Great Immortal with flames is simply unimaginable.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Bufan, and they found that this was a man who could not be seen through at all.
From the beginning of the Sect Master Competition, they felt that this was just a trick, and their success was all down to luck.
But judging from the results, they were unambiguous, and they came out on top in every round of the competition.
Now he has defeated two great immortals in succession. This is probably something that cannot be explained by luck.
"Well done, big brother!"
Fu Jundie's shout broke the silence at the scene, followed by the disciples of the Ninth Peak cheering and shouting, and by the end the entire Liuguang Sword Sect was boiling.
You must know that Ye Bufan's current identity is the direct descendant of the sect leader, and he represents the entire sect. Regardless of victory or defeat, it is related to the glory of the entire Liuguang Sword Sect.
Because of this, even the disciples at the Third and Fifth Peaks cheered for his victory.
Only the faces of Sima Cuo, Bai Lingpu and others became more and more ugly. They originally thought that this was a fatal move, but they fought back again.
Gong Qingxuan wore a crystal mask on her face, so no one could see her happiness or anger.
The corner of Hua Bingyu's mouth curled up into a smile. This man really did not disappoint her.
"Trash! They're all trash!"
He Honglian was furious and kicked Huo Rulie away.
I originally thought that I couldn't defeat Gong Qingxuan, but the three carefully trained disciples would definitely be able to defeat the disciples of the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Now, he has lost two in a row, and he is still completely disabled.
"Han Yuliang, kill him for me!"
He Honglian roared crazily, her face was full of ferocity at this moment, and her whole body was filled with murderous intent.
"Destroy him directly, don't give him any chance again!"
Although she was angry, her basic rationality was still there, and she could see that Ye Bufan's two wins were weird.
If you want to win in this situation, the best way is to crush it with strength and not give the opponent any chance to breathe.
As the eldest disciple, Han Yuliang also realized this.
Now that he is the master's last line, he naturally does not dare to be careless. His aura has exploded, and he is already in the late stage of the Great B Immortal.
"Boy, go to hell!"
Han Yuliang struck out with a palm, his true energy condensed in mid-air, and the surrounding space began to tremble.
