Under the combined use of Panshan Sutra and Qiankun Step, Tang Fan's forward body turned into a wave of heat, and before the opponent could dodge, he hit his chest fiercely.
"ah!"
A scream resounded in all directions, Hong Jie's muscles and bones made a banging sound, his sternum was shattered, and his internal organs were greatly shocked.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out, and Hong Jie's body flew backwards. It took him several feet to regain his balance.
His face was pale and his expression was extremely frightened.
"You...poof!"
Just as Hong Jie was about to speak, another mouthful of blood spurted out, making him very embarrassed.
He quickly took out the red elixir and drank it to heal his wounds, not daring to speak again.
On the red pill, there is a faint figure of an innocent soul...
Tang Fan glanced at the elixir he took out, and his judgment became clearer.
"You are so brave!"
Hong Jie's young master flew in front of Tang Fan, with a cold expression on his face. The top of his head was filled with blood, and there were even ghosts floating inside, emitting shrill screams.
He no longer concealed his inner murderous intention towards Tang Fan, and completely released the ferocity in his body.
However, this ferocity is somewhat disguised, as if it was done deliberately.
Although Tang Fan knew that the other party was bluffing, he also knew that he was not easy to mess with.
In terms of cultivation, he was similar to Wan Hong, whom Tang Fan had tried so hard and almost sacrificed his life to kill, or even a little stronger.
However, since Tang Fan has chosen to take action, he will not back down, no matter which family you are the young master of!
Tang Fan snorted coldly: "He scolded me first, hit me first, and he didn't allow me to fight back?"
"He didn't hurt you, but you hurt him!"
This man's eyes became colder and colder, and the blood energy on his head was still spreading, releasing more evil ghosts.
"Young Master, I was careless, he...he is a physical practitioner!"
Hong Jie looked at Tang Fan with fearful eyes. Not only was his sternum cracked, but his internal organs were also damaged, making it difficult for him to perform his cultivation.
Hong Jie's young master nodded, and looked at Tang Fan with a more solemn look. There was too little physical cultivation in the world, and few people could endure the pain of body tempering.
This person's physical body is so strong, he must have endured inhuman torture, and he is definitely not an ordinary person with such a will.
"You are not careless, but you are too stupid. Hey, you stood there stupidly and got hit by me. I, Tang...Ye Tang, have never seen such a stupid person!"
Tang Fan looked at Hong Jie's gloating expression and deliberately said his pseudonym.
"you……"
Hong Jie's face turned red with Tang Fan's anger, his body surged, and he couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.
"Who are you?"
Young Master Hong Jie looked into Tang Fan's eyes, wanting to find out his details.
"My miraculous doctor Ye Tang!"
Tang Fan looked proud, and it seemed that he didn't take the other person seriously.
"Miracle doctor? Humph, did you seal it yourself? Ye Tang, do you know who I am?"
Young Master Hong Jie said to himself that this person really doesn't know how to chat. According to common sense, can't you take the initiative to ask me my name?
Tang Fan pouted and said, "I don't care who you are, does it have anything to do with me?"
"Huh, why not tell you!"
Young Master Hong Jie raised his chin and put his hands behind his back, even more impressive than Tang Fan.
He is a playboy by nature, but he usually likes to act like a cool master.
Seeing that Tang Fan looked down on him, he simply threw away his disguise and exposed his true nature.
"I am..."
"Forget it, stop talking, I don't want to hear it, I'm not a big shot anyway!"
Tang Fan was well-informed and understood the other person's temperament at a glance, so he simply waved his hand and pretended to be disdainful, deliberately irritating him.
"I am the Taoist disciple of the Blood Saint Sect, Yaoming!"
Yao Ming roared, and in order to increase his momentum, he spread out a richer blood energy. The blood was so red that he looked like a bloody devil.
Sure enough, it is the Blood Saint Sect, and it seems that they are here because of the matter between Chen Yang and Wan Hong!
Tang Fan confirmed his guess, but showed no expression on his face.
His mind was spinning rapidly, and a bold plan came up in an instant.
The other party obviously lacks experience in the arena, maybe they can take advantage of it.
"Blood Saint Sect? I've never heard of it. It must be a sect in a certain village, right? Daozi Yaoming? What kind of trivial thing is that? Is it delicious rice?"
"You... you bastard, I am Daozi, not Daozi! My name is Yao Ming!"
Yao Ming almost died of anger. The blood was boiling behind him, and the wronged soul inside was even more ferocious.
The status of Daozi of the Blood Saint Sect has always been Yao Ming's pride, but in Tang Fan's mouth, it has become a trivial matter.
Yao Ming clenched his fists and roared: "Ye Tang, you idiot. Let me tell you, Daozi is above the Dao seed, which is the hope for the future of our Blood Saint Sect. I am very likely to inherit the position of leader in the future!"
"Ye Tang, I, the Taoist Master of the Blood Saint Sect, are the five geniuses selected from hundreds of Taoists. That is an honor that you cannot touch! If you kneel down and apologize to my young master, maybe he can spare your life.
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Hong Jie saw the young master being humiliated and knew his usual style, so he naturally wanted to support him with a few kind words.
Yao Ming was very satisfied with Hong Jie's statement, and returned to his high-minded manner, and said calmly: "That's right, I don't want to argue with you. As long as you beg me for mercy, I won't kill you!"
"Tsk, a small sect in a village, a Taoist son... is nothing more than the village chief's stupid son, what a jerk!"
Tang Fan, however, didn't take the other party's words seriously at all, and sneered all over his face, increasing the excitement.
"Ahhhh, you idiot!"
Yaoming was furious. His ancestor was one of the ancestors of the Blood Saint Sect. He was popular since he was born. How had he ever received such anger!
He pointed at Tang Fan and said angrily: "I accepted the sect's mission and came down the mountain this time. I didn't want to create any complications, but you pressed me every step of the way. Are you testing my patience?"
After Yao Ming finished speaking, the blood energy spread like a bloody cloud, and a heart-stopping pressure was released, suppressing Tang Fan tightly.
Tang Fan gritted his teeth and tightened his eyes. If he hadn't built the foundation with his physical body, he would have been unable to withstand the pressure of the peak pill-forming monk.
No matter how strong his combat power is, Tang Fan's true cultivation level is nothing more than foundation building. Although Immortal Vein Foundation Building is stronger than ordinary foundation building, compared to the peak of Dan Formation, the gap in cultivation is too obvious.
"Golden elixir, I must form a golden elixir!"
While resisting the pressure, Tang Fan made a vow in his heart.
As long as he can form a golden elixir and combine it with his combat power, he will be able to kill at will in the realm of the elixir, and even in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he can fight!
Yao Ming walked towards Tang Fan step by step, continuing to spread his blood, even his eyes were red.
Tang Fan's body made a clicking sound, and his internal organs were trembling.
But despite this, not only did he not take a step back, but a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He risked injury, but also had to withstand the oppression of the other party's cultivation. Once he retreated, he would be defeated, and the other party would become even more unscrupulous. He did not want the other party to see through his true nature.
He fought hard for the plan in his heart!
Yao Ming was secretly frightened. Tang Fan's physical strength was beyond his expectation. This made him shake in his heart. Could it be that the other party had something else to hide?
Yao Ming was blinded by Tang Fan's display of strength. At this moment, he was riding a tiger and he didn't know what to do.
"Why, you want to bully the younger ones with your big one? Well... I will accompany you! Even if my miracle doctor Ye Tang dies in battle, I will become famous! Haha..."
Tang Fan laughed loudly and took the opportunity to swallow the blood that was about to spurt out.
Yao Ming didn't know it was a trick and thought Tang Fan was going to fight desperately, thus judging that he no longer had any background.
In this case, he is definitely not his opponent.
Thinking of this, he withdrew his pressure and his blood energy floated back to the top of his head.
Yao Ming snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Ye Tang, you hurt my subordinate, this matter must not be forgotten. However, I will not bully you, as long as you can withstand my three moves, I will