"Fan Jialiang? I have heard of you. You are the only core disciple of the Yuhua Sect and the well-deserved number one among the younger generation of the Yuhua Sect! If we defeat you, there will be no one left in the younger generation of the Yuhua Sect!"
Nangong Wuji looked at Fan Jialiang opposite him coldly, but his words were not polite at all.
"Haha, you are very confident! But your words may never come true, because you will not be my opponent!"
Fan Jialiang yawned, and at his feet, an invisible black shadow quietly swept toward Nangong Wuji.
When Nangong Wuji discovered it, the black shadow had already shrouded his feet, and then the black shadow was like substance, and countless black ropes appeared, binding Nangong Wuji's limbs.
"Haha! It seems that the winner has been decided. Jialiang's Taoist root is very special. It is a phantom Taoist root. He can control any power that turns shadow into substance. His attacks are silent and hard to guard against."
When Li Yuanfeng saw this scene in the main seat, he immediately laughed, with a trace of amusement on his face.
"Fan Jialiang's strength is indeed good. If I read it correctly, he should be in the early stage of the Virtual God Transformation. Coupled with this unpredictable Taoist root, if he is also a monk in the early stage of the Virtual God Transformation, it will be easy for him to suffer a loss and lose.
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"But, Master Li, you may not know that Wuji's strength goes beyond the early stages of the Virtual God Transformation!"
Nangong Haoge sat in his seat with a calm expression. He didn't have the slightest worry about Nangong Wuji being tied up. Instead, he spoke jokingly.
Li Yuanfeng's pupils shrank, and then he was surprised to find that an extremely terrifying aura erupted from Nangong Wuji's body.
This breath formed a fierce wind, which actually broke all the shadow ropes wrapped around his body.
"What? Your cultivation level...is actually in the middle stage of the False God Transformation?"
Fan Jialiang looked at Nangong Wuji in front of him in disbelief. Among the younger generation, there was actually a monk with a higher level of cultivation than him.
"Brother Fan, you are being unreasonable! You attacked me before we even started! I'm not even ready yet!" Nangong Wuji grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
A hint of fear began to rise in Fan Jiali's conscience.
But soon, Nangong Wuji disappeared in front of him, and then Nangong Wuji's joking voice came from behind him.
"Brother Fan, where are you looking?"
Fan Jialiang turned around suddenly, and then a huge fist hit him in the face.
Click!
This punch was so powerful that continuous explosions sounded in the air, and then Fan Jialiang rolled on the ground in embarrassment for a long distance before stopping.
His face was completely swollen, the bridge of his nose was broken, and he was almost unrecognizable.
After Fan Jialiang reluctantly stood up, Nangong Wuji's ghostly figure appeared again, and then kicked Fan Jialiang hard in the chest.
Fan Jialiang flew up into the air, while Nangong Wuji's body was like lightning, shuttling in the air, kicking hard every time, making Fan Jialiang fly around in the air but unable to fall down.
There was silence in the living room.
Li Yuanfeng and the other elders all had terrifyingly gloomy expressions on their faces.
Fan Jialiang, the strongest disciple of their Yuhua Sect, was beaten by Nangong Wuji in front of everyone at this moment and was unable to fight back.
"Nangong Haoge, Jialiang has already lost, why don't you let Nangong Wuji stop?" Li Yuanfeng shouted to Nangong Haoge with a sullen face.
Nangong Haoge was very calm. He smiled lightly and said: "Master Li, Fan Jialiang hasn't given up yet. He still wants to continue fighting. We elders should not interfere in the affairs of the younger generations!
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"you……"
Li Yuanfeng was furious, but quickly calmed down. He sent a message to Fan Jialiang, asking Fan Jialiang to admit defeat as soon as possible.
But what made Li Yuanfeng shocked and angry was that Fan Jialiang didn't reply to him at all. He already knew what Fan Jialiang meant.
He did not accept Nangong Wuji at all and was unwilling to admit defeat.
boom!
Fan Jialiang was hit in the open space again, bleeding from all his orifices, and his consciousness began to become a little blurry.
Nangong Wuji fell back to the open ground again, glanced disdainfully at Fan Jialiang who fell on the ground, shook his head and said: "Too weak! Is this the strength of the strongest disciple of the younger generation of the Yuhua Sect? It is really too weak, I am afraid
I’m very disappointed that I didn’t have all the fun!”
"By the way, Master Li, is there anyone stronger in your Ascension Sect? After all, you are also one of the five sects, so your disciples can't all be rubbish!"
Nangong Wuji looked at Li Yuanfeng who was sitting in the main seat in the living room and asked rather provocatively.
Li Yuanfeng held the armrest tightly with his right hand, and his veins were showing.
How could he not know that Nangong Wuji said this deliberately.
Fan Jialiang is the strongest disciple of the Yuhua Sect. Now that he has been defeated, he still asks if there is anyone stronger. This is a naked slap in the face!
Nangong Haoge finally spoke. He scolded: "Wuji, don't mess around. Fan Jialiang is already the strongest person in the younger generation of Yuhua Sect. Who else in Yuhua Sect can challenge you!"
After saying that, Nangong Haoge apologized to Li Yuanfeng: "Master Li, Wuji is young and energetic, and he doesn't know how to speak. Please, sir, please have enough and don't care too much."
"Also, Fan Jialiang's strength is really good. You must know that in the early stage of the virtual god transformation, in Wuji's hands, he can't survive three moves, but it is not easy for him to fight to this level with Wuji!"
Li Yuanfeng's face was gloomy and scary. Although Nangong Haoge said words of comfort, the more he listened to them, the more uncomfortable he became.
boom!
At this moment, two young men came to the stone gate in front of the open space.
What caught everyone's attention was that the two young men were actually wearing the clothes of outer disciples.
The two disciples soon arrived at the open space, and the leader immediately locked his eyes on Lu Miaozhen, who was standing next to Nangong Haoge with a dull look.
"What are you two outer disciples doing in the main summit living room? Who allowed you to come in?"
When Li Yuanfeng saw these two people, his face turned ugly and he immediately scolded them.
These two people were none other than Zhuo Wen and Tang Hongmiao.
After dawn today, Zhuo Wen left his residence and took Tang Hongmiao towards the main peak.
"Brother Zhuo, we are outer disciples after all. Entering here now is actually against the rules! I think we should leave first!"
Tang Hongmiao lowered his head. He did not dare to look at Li Yuanfeng and other Yuhua Sect senior officials, just like a child who had done something wrong.
"It's okay, they can't do anything to us!"
As Zhuo Wen spoke, he also noticed Fan Jialiang, who was beaten and fell to the ground in the open space.
He recognized Fan Jialiang at a glance. Wasn't he the young man he met on the fourth floor of Shentong Pavilion a few days ago?
Now he was beaten and seriously injured.
"Junior brother, leave quickly! This is not the place you should be!"
Fan Jialiang also recognized Zhuo Wen and quickly spoke, intending to let Zhuo Wen leave.
Zhuo Wen came to Fan Jialiang, took out a healing pill and handed it to Fan Jialiang.
Fan Jialiang's eyes were complicated. He declined Zhuo Wen's healing pill and took out a higher-level healing pill.
Zhuo Wen was a little speechless. He was indeed a core disciple of the Yuhua Sect, and he always had high-level healing pills on him.
Speaking of which, Zhuo Wen's elixir level has not been improved for a long time, and the level of his magical elixirs is not very high.
It seems that if he has time, he should also spend some time improving his alchemy and formation skills. These two auxiliary skills have always been of great help to him.