"Humph! It's so unreasonable. If someone tells the truth, you will kill someone on the spot! Is there any justice in this world?"
"That's right! Kill him!"
More than a dozen people suddenly rushed towards Ye Fan. Although they were attending the cultivation conference, they were not allowed to bring weapons.
But more than a dozen fists are not something ordinary people can bear.
Ye Fan didn't care about the people rushing towards him, he looked at Jiang Haoyue in the sky.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Haoyue was also looking at him, and there was some inexplicable excitement in Jiang Haoyue's eyes.
The ring worn by Ye Fan on his hand was very dazzling.
Huang Meiyue was stunned by this chaos, but Ye Fan said calmly:
"Don't be afraid! They're just a bunch of mad dogs, waiting for me to kill them!"
Ye Fan came without a weapon and could only use his bare hands. He punched out, and a sun appeared above his fist.
This is one of Ye Fan's self-created spells, Chunyang Fist.
As soon as this Pure Yang Fist was used, it was like two suns appearing out of thin air. Those who rushed toward him were first blinded by the blazing light.
Then, he was directly beaten by Chunyang Fist Jin!
Mo Qinglong and even Jiang Haoyue in the sky suddenly changed their expressions.
When Ye Fan used Chunyang Fist, they clearly felt threatened.
I thought it was just an ant, but unexpectedly it turned into a giant dragon.
"Although this kid is at the Nascent Soul realm within his body, even at the God Transformation realm, there are probably not many who can match him!"
Jiang Haoyue's eyes showed solemnity.
But there was ruthlessness in Mo Qinglong's eyes. He thought to himself, so what if he is in the realm of becoming a god? There are so many cultivators today, and this guy has become a target for daring to kill people on the spot.
If so many people come together, they will probably be killed even if they are in the combined state!
So, Mo Qinglong said again:
"This is a demon, perhaps a spy sent by the Wudao Demon Sect. Look at him, he kills people like he slaughters chickens, he is not merciless at all. If we let him go today, we don't know how many lives will be ruined!
"
Mo Qinglong's words immediately aroused the recognition of a group of young people who considered themselves to be upright and upright.
Mo Qinglong himself did not dare to step forward to fight with Ye Fan. Instead, he hid behind and fanned the wind and lit ghost fire.
A group of young people who thought they were very upright were instigated by him and became cannon fodder.
"Such a devil dares to come to the cultivation conference and kill people on the spot. He deserves to be punished!"
"I think this guy is a spy of the Wudao Demon Sect. My eldest brother died at the hands of the Wudao Demon Sect. I will definitely kill you today!"
"Bitch thief! You are the enemy of the heroes of the world, and your death is not far away!"
This group of "upright" young people jumped up one after another, and their murderous intent surged into the sky. Their spiritual power was surging, like the vast sea rising and falling, and the waves sweeping high in the sky.
Imprints of spells.
Appeared in the air, suppressed it, killed Ye Fan, and captured Huang Meiyue.
Ye Fan's eyes flashed with cold light. He protected Huang Meiyue and punched out like a sun pushing across all the magic seals.
All traces were wiped away.
Those who took action were all seriously injured by Ye Fan's punch, and some had half of their bodies broken into pieces.
"ah!"
Screams, chaos!
"No! This thief is extremely powerful. Let's all take action together, otherwise we won't be able to take him down!"
Ye Fan protected Huang Meiyue with one hand, but he still wandered in the turbulent ocean of mana, and even broke through the barrier to kill Mo Qinglong who was at the rear.
Mo Qinglong was also shocked by Ye Fan's thunderous methods. He kept retreating with panic in his eyes.
However, Ye Fan's methods are too superb, and he is invincible under pressure.
Someone roared, killed Ye Fan from behind, and spit out a small golden bell from his mouth, which grew up in the wind.
I saw the golden divine light shaking the sky, shining in all directions, setting off a frantic energy flow, sweeping the surrounding buildings into ruins, and suppressing Ye Fan.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed:
"This is the action of Taoist Ganshan, the powerful god-transformer. This thief will definitely die!"
In everyone's opinion, although Ye Fan is powerful, he is only at the Nascent Soul realm at most, because those who have just taken action are basically at the Golden Core realm or the Nascent Soul realm.
Seeing that Ye Fan was young, they did not expect that Ye Fan would be a master in transforming gods.
Just now, Ye Fan was so powerful, and now, this thief is about to die!
Ye Fan was extremely indifferent when facing the golden bell that was as heavy as Mount Tai. He suddenly punched the sky, and his fist collided with the golden bell.
Suddenly, a wave of energy rippled out, sweeping across and flattening the sea of people. Countless cultivators vomited blood and were seriously injured. The golden bell suddenly broke inch by inch and was suddenly beaten into powder. The golden bell belonged to Taoist Qianshan.
The treasure of life, now the little bell has been destroyed, the Taoist priest Qianshan screams in agony, and the Taoist foundation is completely destroyed.
This moment immediately frightened Mo Qinglong who was behind the crowd. He ran away towards the rear regardless of his dignity.
While running away, he shouted loudly: "Bangzun, help me!"
A cold light floated in Ye Fan's eyes, and he gritted his teeth. It was because of this talented person that he caused these troubles.
I'm in trouble and want to apply oil on my feet. Where in the world can such a good thing happen!
While Ye Fan hugged Huang Meiyue, his body turned into a stream of light, and in one hand, the hot pure Yang Qi surged, trying to kill Mo Qinglong.
Above the sky, Jiang Haoyue finally couldn't sit still.
He is the deputy leader of the Cultivation Alliance, the leader of the Star List, and the initiator of this event.
Ye Fan, under his control, had messed up this conference so much that he couldn't remain indifferent.
Otherwise, how to face the heroes of the world.
He took one step forward, and the space twisted under his feet. In just an instant, he came to Ye Fan and stopped him from killing Mo Qinglong.
"Fellow Taoist, if it makes sense, let's talk about it. If you kill innocent people like this, you will be punished by God!"
Jiang Haoyue, as always, maintained his bright and majestic image and always stood on the moral high ground.
A cold light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. The man in front of him was an out-and-out hypocrite.
There is no point in talking to this guy, only fists can convince people!
So, with a punch, hot energy surged, bright light surged, and all the moisture in the space was completely evaporated.
A billowing heat wave swept across the sky, and Jiang Haoyue felt the scorching heat on his skin.
Jiang Haoyue waved his sleeves, and thousands of black ripples suddenly appeared. This was his signature stunt, Wave of Nothingness.
The space trembled, completely shattered by this ripple.
The broken space swallowed up a lot of hot energy, but when it collided with Ye Fan, he was swept away by the Pure Yang Fist.
All the shattered space was smoothed out and continued to advance towards Jiang Haoyue.
In Jiang Haoyue's eyes, there seemed to be thousands of stars rising and falling at this moment. He waved his sleeves again, and a long sword appeared.
As soon as he held the long sword and shook it slightly, countless ripples were immediately shaken out by it, and black lotus flowers were formed all over the sky, one after another, but they contained energy that could destroy the space.
Any Nascent Soul that touches one of the black lotuses will be strangled and swallowed instantly.
Not even the soul can escape.
Ye Fan's Pure Yang Sword Technique can also produce such a lotus, but it is a sword lotus composed of pure pure Yang flames.
The lotus shaken by Jiang Haoyue's sword was formed by shock waves.
In terms of pure power, Chunyang Sword Technique has fallen into a disadvantage.
Ye Fan's pupils shrank, clearly feeling Jiang Haoyue's difficulty.