The enthusiasm of the disciples at the scene was not high. After several consecutive defeats, they were in a bad mood. Disciples from other sects had won several games in a row. This was a joke.
Gong Mo asked him to come and compete.
But what's the comparison?
Just as he was about to step off the ring, a laughing voice came from the distance.
"Wait a minute, I'm here to compete with you. I feel itchy and want to know how strong the disciples of Taiwu Xianmen are. And judging from your strength, you should be the true disciple of Taiwu Xianmen." Hei.
The Holy Son of Robes walked slowly.
The disciples around him all moved out of the way.
Addressed respectfully.
At the same time, they were very excited, it was obvious that the Holy Son was about to take action.
If the Holy Son takes action, what problems can there be?
It’s not easy to finally come back after the lost face has been wandering outside for so long.
Lin Fan turned around and looked at the opponent. He was indeed very strong. His cultivation at the Nascent Soul Realm was much better than those he had competed with previously.
Listening to the names of those around him, it was obvious that this was the Holy Son of the Holy Land.
"No, I'm not a true disciple yet, just an ordinary disciple." Lin Fan said.
The black-robed saint smiled and said: "Not telling the truth is really naughty, but it doesn't matter, you are very strong, and I would like to learn from you. My junior brothers have not yet reached the level of cultivation, so the gap between us and you is a bit big."
"The real battle is between the strong and the strong."
The black-robed saint was a little impatient.
These few words I said are also for my junior brothers and sisters.
The fact that you lost is not because we are not good enough.
But the opponent's strength is much stronger than yours.
It is normal for you to lose.
"Introducing myself, my name is Liu Yuanhei. I come from a scholarly family. I was accepted as a disciple of the Holy Land at the age of three. I have been practicing for 136 years. I have quite good talent, otherwise I wouldn't be so good." Liu Yuanhei said with a smile.
With.
Lin Fan felt that the other party was a little calm, and he introduced himself quite well.
"In this case, I can't be left behind. My name is Lin Fan. I am a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. I have only been a disciple for a few months. I have been practicing for a few months and I don't want to say anything about it, in case I want to show off."
It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's just that he doesn't dare to say it.
You said that you have only been practicing for a few months and you have reached this point. You need to kill someone to make others believe you.
Liu Yuanhe said: "It's a very interesting introduction, but you are a little dishonest and you are just talking nonsense, but it doesn't matter. We will fight based on strength, not words."
"Don't worry, you didn't hurt my junior brother, and I won't hurt you. However, although there is a slight gap in strength between you and me, it is indeed difficult to ensure that there are no injuries. If there are any minor injuries, please bear with me.
."
He is confident enough.
Even though the strength Lin Fan showed just now was extraordinary, in Liu Yuanhei's view, it was nothing more than that. It was impossible to defeat him.
The competition in the Holy Land is about magical powers and magic, and treasures will never be sacrificed. After all, the power of treasures cannot show one's own strength.
This battle attracted much attention.
It’s not just the disciples in the audience who care.
Some powerful men of the older generation in the Holy Land are secretly observing the situation here.
The Holy Son's participation in the battle represents the face of the Holy Land.
There is no grudge between the Ancient Immortal Holy Land and the Taiwu Immortal Sect, but no one wants their sect to be weak to others, and this is still a battle between the Holy Son and the true disciples.
A few old guys sent messages to discuss.
"What do you think of this battle?"
"It's hard to say, but the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple's magic power is not weak. Just look at the Phoenix Treasure Seal flame that broke through the Golden Miao people alone, it shows that it is definitely not unusual."
"I'm still optimistic about this guy Liu Yuanhei. He's good at practicing magical powers, and he's quite vicious and weird. When an ordinary person faces him for the first time, he'll always be in a hurry."
"Let's see. We'll see what the odds are later, but we have to keep an eye on it in case they use real fire and have no time to take care of the disciples around them, causing disaster."
These old guys are discussing.
After just a long discussion, the balance still tilted towards Liu Yuanhei.
Who let this be their holy son.
If you don't think highly of him, you can still think highly of others.
Liu Yuanhe said: "You should take action first."
"No, you make the first move. I'm used to others making the first move." Lin Fan said with a smile, indicating to the other party not to be polite and to do whatever is necessary.
Liu Yuan’s gangster said: “Man, if I ask you to make the first move, you will make the first move. Besides, this is a holy land, my territory, and you, the guest, should come first. Otherwise, outsiders will find out and say that the holy land is bullying others.”
"By the way, please do your best. I'm afraid that once I take action, you won't have any room to resist."
I have to say, he is very confident.
This kind of confidence infects the disciples around him.
"The Holy Son is awesome..." (sound-breaking roar)
The atmosphere at the scene was boiling again, and all the disciples were talking to each other. Being able to see the Holy Son take action was an exciting thing for them.
Gong Mo crossed his arms and looked at the ring with a smile. A battle between dragons and tigers was about to begin. For him, this was the scene he wanted to see the most.
Taiwu Xianmen is indeed a great sect.
The younger generation keeps popping up like bamboo shoots after rain.
This is also the key to the inheritance of the sect, but their holy land is naturally not weak. There are many talents in the younger generation. They can learn from each other and learn from each other's strengths to make progress.
The place where the Son and the Saint are.
"He started to do this again. The moment this disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect takes action, it will be the moment when he is attacked by the violent storm."
"Liu Yuanhei is born with special eyes. He can know what kind of moves the opponent is going to use the moment his magic power is activated, and at the same time, he can respond in an instant. The last time I sparred with him, I almost got caught."
"When the competition is over, I have to send a message to tell him that he must return what the disciples of Taiwu Xianmen said before."
"What words?"
"No, your magic power is very strong and your magical skills are good, but you are no match for me."
A saint girl pursed her lips and smiled, "You are so bad, but I like you so much."
Some disciples kept their eyes on the saintly girl. When they saw the saintly girl holding a flower and smiling, his soul was almost taken away. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful.
…
Lin Fan didn't say anything more, and slowly opened his palm as if he was holding a knife, "I pretend that I have a knife in my hand, you have to remember."
"Okay, I remember, you have a knife in your hand." Liu Yuanhei smiled, and then said: "Then let's get started, I have been waiting for a long time."
at this time.
Lin Fan was moving his magic power, and in Liu Yuanhei's eyes, he had already seen the direction of the opponent's magic power.
"The sound-breaking magic sword technique!"
call out!
Dust rippled on the spot, and Lin Fan's figure disappeared directly from the spot.
Ordinary disciples don't want to see Lin Fan, even if it is an afterimage, they won't be able to see it.
Lin Fan's sound-breaking magic sword technique has already reached the speed of sound. He can take people's lives like taking things from a bag. It's so simple that he can even kill them in the blink of an eye.
"It's a good little magical power." Liu Yuanhei was very calm, but he was very serious. He could tell at a glance how powerful the magical power the other party used was, and with his cultivation, he could only roughly capture the figure.
, but these are enough.
He didn't move.
But his eyes moved as Lin Fan moved, sometimes appearing on the left side, sometimes appearing on the right side, with endless changes, and his movements were strange, like a ghost.
The old guys in the Holy Land were discussing.
"It's incredible. This disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect has actually cultivated a small magical power to the highest level. His talent and understanding are both extraordinary."
"Indeed, I hadn't seen it before, but now I can see that the opponent is very powerful. If Liu Yuanhei wants to win, I'm afraid he will have to go through a hard battle."
at this time.
Liu Yuanhei is using his magic power and is ready. Just waiting for the opponent to appear in front of him, he will crush him with his supreme magical power and completely suppress the opponent.
And he is waiting for this opportunity now.
Lin Fan shuttled quickly, with a slight smile on his lips.
Then he used his natural talent.
Spread your wings and fly high!
Sprint burst!
call out!
In an instant, there was no trace.
"What?"
Liu Yuanhei was shocked, and the figure he could see just now suddenly disappeared.
"You lost."
At some point, Lin Fan appeared behind Liu Yuanhei and touched his neck with his palm, "As I said before, my hand is a knife, so your head has been completely separated from your body.
"
"How come."
Liu Yuanhei stared and muttered in disbelief. He didn't react at all. What happened just now? The other party suddenly disappeared from his eyes, and then appeared behind him.
The hairs on my sweat stood up.
If the opponent really had a knife in his hand, he would be dead by now.
Bang!
Bang!
The Holy Son, the Saint, and the older generation of powerful men in the Holy Land all stood up in horror.
"How did he achieve such speed?" the older generation of experts said in shock. They could clearly see Lin Fan's figure, which just now suddenly accelerated, as if he was traveling through space.
They were originally very optimistic about this competition.
There is no difference between the two, and the battle will be fierce.
But the reality was a slap in the face.
Just for a moment.
Victory or defeat has already happened.
"What magical power did he use?"
"It's not magical power. There is no fluctuation in magical power. It's like it exploded at a terrifying speed in an instant."
How did they know about Lin Fan's natural talent?
These innate magical powers are all dropped from demons.
With the blessing of two talents and magical powers combined with a small magical power, can the explosive speed be a joke?
The saint and the saint looked at each other.
Judging from the twinkle in their eyes, they never imagined that things would turn out like this.
Where did this guy come from?
Are they really just true disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect?
When did Taiwu Xianmen have such a disciple?
"I actually lost." Liu Yuanhei's smile faded and he fell into a state of confusion. For him, everything happened in a flash of lightning, and he didn't even have the speed to react.