Song Yushu stared at Ye Fan with wide eyes, his teeth clenched, but he couldn't say anything.
Ye Fan's words hit Song Yushu's sore spot.
In the previous duel, in the physical competition, Ye Fan relied on his strong physique to directly resist Song Yushu's kingly killing punch, and even the shock caused him to vomit blood, and he won the victory.
In a competition with supernatural powers, Ye Fan could send Song Yushu flying several thousand meters with one punch, smashing countless buildings. However, Song Yushu did not hurt Ye Fan at all, and Ye Fan still won.
In this kind of competition, Song Yushu was completely unqualified to fight Ye Fan, because Ye Fan didn't even use weapons and could defeat him just by relying on his physical skills.
In the end, Qing Tianpeng, the high-grade heavenly beast he was so proud of, couldn't hold on anymore and turned into an obedient kitten in front of Ye Fan.
It is a great shame for the dignified core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land to be suppressed by a monk from the thirty-sixth grade of the last star.
"Haha, Song Yushu, these are all facts, placed in front of your eyes!"
Ye Fan spoke calmly, with a proud look on his face.
This scene made many monks excited.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the Water Moon Holy Land is just like this. The core disciple, Song Yushu, who is ranked thirty-sixth, can't even defeat a monk who has not yet reached the stars, and even let the spiritual beast die!"
"Fortunately, Ye Fan was merciful, otherwise, the spiritual beast would be doomed."
"Alas, this Song Yushu has so many heaven-level treasures on his body, but he still can't touch a single hair of Ye Fan. He's not on the same level at all!"
Listening to everyone's discussion, Song Yushu was furious, but he still couldn't refute, because his refutation at this time would anger everyone.
Although he is a core disciple, the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is about to be held. If he breaks the rules, he will be the only one who will be unlucky. Therefore, he cannot take action against the disciples of this multi-sect.
Moreover, even if he dares to take action, if Mark in front of him intervenes, he is no match.
At this time, he could only say a few harsh words to regain some face.
"You brat, do you really think I can't deal with you?"
For the sake of his own reputation, Song Yushu was going to try his best to stay under the radar and give Ye Fan a try. Even if it was a life-and-death fight, the most important thing was to be able to regain some face.
"Hahaha, Song Yushu, if you have any ability, just come out and I will accompany you to the end!"
"Hmph, let me take a rest first. After all, I was tricked by you before and I need to regain my inner strength. Come on, beat me hard!"
Song Yushu suddenly turned around and looked at several Shuiyue Holy Land disciples, the same people who had cheered him on before.
"You guys, come on!"
He pointed at the disciples and shouted.
"ah……"
Those disciples were stunned. They didn't expect that it would be their turn to be unlucky in the end.
What kind of person is Ye Fan? In previous battles, he has shown strength that surpasses Song Yushu. How could they be opponents?
"Song, Senior Brother Song, we are all new disciples who have just arrived. We don't have much ability, or..."
"What else? Give it to me. Aren't you also the true immortals who have overcome the tribulation? How can you be so scared just by Mark?"
"this……"
"This, what this! You should feel honored to give you this task this time, understand?"
Song Yushu's face showed a threatening look, and those disciples also had a headache.