Looking at Rong Xiaofeng's eyes that looked like a poisonous snake, Zhuo Bufan sneered, "If you can't beat it, do you want to threaten me with the background?"
Han Xiaowen stepped forward and approached Zhuo Bufan, frowned and whispered: "Mr. Zhuo, otherwise you should give him some of the original laws. Offending Rong Xiaofeng will not be good for you. His father is the prince of the Demon Star and has a high status in the Dayan Dynasty!"
"Is there any lord, prince, general and minister who is still there? If he is not the prince's legitimate son and has many cultivation resources, it would be easy for me to deal with him." Zhuo Bufan said coldly.
Han Xiaowen's face changed slightly, and it was obvious that Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to buy the account of the Demon Star King.
"He must give up today." Zhuo Bufan said slowly. He had offended many people anyway, so he didn't mind offending a little prince.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan's figure swept away again, waving his fists and slamming his chest. The latter suddenly flew backwards like a shrimp bowing, his eyes bulging, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth.
Rong Xiaofeng flew backwards again, and several icicles as thick as buckets were broken in the back. His figure stopped and fell on the ice, feeling embarrassed.
When did Darong Xiaofeng be beaten like this since he was young? His heart was furious and his eyes were bloody. Today, he was beaten by a small Star Lake-level primary cultivation guy in front of everyone.
The others were silent, and Duanmu Yin also looked extremely ugly. Obviously, they did not expect that Zhuo Bufan's body had such powerful power, and he beat Rong Xiaofeng without any power to fight back.
"Do you admit defeat?" Zhuo Bufan asked, looking at Rong Xiaofeng who was lying on the ice.
"I want me to admit defeat, you are not qualified enough. Zhuo Bufan's shame today will definitely be returned to you ten times, hundreds of times in the future." Rong Xiaofeng covered his chest and stood up shakingly, his eyes turning red, and he was obviously in a state of extreme anger.
"Is that true? Since you don't want to give up, I will beat you to give up."
Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, clenched his fists again, his body as good as the Star Sea-level primary magic weapon. In the forbidden area, almost no one was his opponent.
At this moment, a figure suddenly landed and blocked between Zhuo Bufan and Rong Xiaofeng. The figure was no one else, but Duanmu Yin, the representative of Xuanjie Sect.
Duanmu Yin's face was tense, and with a solemn look, he shouted: "Zhuo Bufan, Young Master Rong is a genius disciple of the Dayan Dynasty Academy and the legitimate son of the Demon Star Prince. Why don't you apologize to Young Master Rong quickly."
Zhuo Bufan looked at the former coldly, with a look of disdain on his face, and sneered: "Dunmu Yin, you proposed the competition. Now you want to stop me? Why do you ask me to apologize to him?"
Duanmu Yin is the grandson of the elder of the Xuanjie Sect, and is also the best among the inner sects of the Xuanjie Sect. He is also the leader among the disciples in this great ruins. Now Duanmu Yin is obviously favoring Rong Xiaofeng.
"If I was beaten to the ground by Rong Xiaofeng, I'm afraid Senior Brother Duanmu wouldn't even say anything?" Zhuo Bufan sneered, his eyes shining with a cold light. "My Xuanjie Sect was bullied by others and Senior Brother Duanmu didn't say a word. Could it be that Rong Xiaofeng had won the competition before he was happy, or was Senior Brother Duanmu fearing the identity of the little prince Rong Xiaofeng, or whether Rong Xiaofeng would split half of the fragments of the Origin Law for Senior Brother Duanmu?"
Upon hearing this, many disciples of Xuanjie Sect's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes at Duanmu Yin became extremely complicated. Everyone was not fools, and it was obvious that Duanmu Yin was deliberately favoring Rong Xiaofeng.
"Shut up, you, an outer disciple, are qualified to criticize me?" Duanmu Yin's sword eyebrows were clumped, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping, and his fists were slightly clenched.
Zhuo Bufan looked at the former coldly, without any fear. "Whoever dares to stand in front of me today will beat anyone. If someone blocks and kills people, Buddha will destroy Buddha!"
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan's feet stumbled, and several ice cracks spread under his feet, and his figure suddenly flew out.
"Zhuo Bufan, you are so brave. You dare to attack me. Today I will teach you a lesson for Xuanjie Religion." Duanmu Yin's face changed, and two cold lights shot out from his eyes, and then he punched Zhuo Bufan.
“Great sound!”
Zhuo Bufan sneered disdainfully, and he would do it if he wanted to do it, but he would also teach him a lesson on behalf of the Xuanjie Sect.
In an instant, the fierce wind of the two fists carriers collided fiercely, and a dull sound suddenly sounded. Then Duanmu Yin's body retreated more than ten steps uncontrollably, inserted his feet into the ice surface, and stopped, his face showing a look of horror.
The moment the two fists came into contact, a fierce force surged into Duanmu Yin's arm, making his entire arm almost shattered. That kind of power was really terrifying.
"How could this guy have such a powerful physical strength!" Duanmu Yin's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise in his heart.
The right arm that hangs on Duanmu Yin's right side trembled slightly, obviously unable to consume the power of the impact just now.
Zhuo Bufan ignored him and rushed directly to Rong Xiaofeng, kicked Rong Xiaofeng's body, and kicked the opponent away again. There was even a crisp cracking sound, and his ribs were broken in two pieces.
Rong Xiaofeng was in pain and sweating in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth tightly, staring at Zhuo Bufan with fire, but a trace of fear surged deep in the angry eyes.
"It's still too late to admit defeat!" Zhuo Bufan said, and kicked Rong Xiaofeng again.
Now, Rong Xiaofeng has no power to resist and is kicked out like a dead dog. Duanmu Yin, who was standing aside, was angry when he saw this scene, but hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything. If he fought Zhuo Bufan again, he might not have ended up much better than Rong Xiaofeng.
If his grandson, the genius disciple of the inner sect, was beaten by Zhuo Bufan, was spread and would probably not be able to raise his head in the Xuanjie Sect in the future.
"I, I admit defeat!"
Rong Xiaofeng, who was lying on the ice, could not support the huge pain in his body. When he saw Zhuo Bufan rushing away again, he hurriedly shouted.
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Bufan was not taking action. At the same time, two disciples from the Dayan Dynasty Academy immediately rushed to Rong Xiaofeng and helped him up.
"Zhuo Bufan, I, Rong Xiaofeng, have recorded what happened today, and the future is long." Rong Xiaofeng left a scene and turned around and prepared to leave. Staying here will only continue to be embarrassed.
"Little Prince, have you forgotten what you said before the competition just now? The 100,000 soul coins should not be a big amount for the Little Prince. Is the Little Prince going to break his promise?" Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
Rong Xiaofeng's muscles twitched twice, his face was extremely gloomy. He had to take out 100,000 soul coins after being repaired. This was a huge loss.
"Take it!" Rong Xiaofeng threw out a space ring directly.
"Zhuo Bufan thanked the little prince first." Zhuo Bufan grabbed the space ring and smiled. Seeing this scene, Rong Xiaofeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He quickly left here with several followers.
"Now, I want this original law, who else wants to object?"
Zhuo Bufan's eyes swept through everyone's faces one by one, and slowly said that everyone who was passing by his eyes flashed with their eyes. Even Rong Xiaofeng was beaten to death by Zhuo Bufan. Who would dare to stand up and touch his bad temper? (To be continued)