Zhuo Wangsun and Kong Fei, one is the young prince of Wuyang Houfu, and the other is a close disciple of the master of the Juechen Sword Sect. They have extraordinary status, and they both became famous at a young age, so they naturally have higher eyesight.
They originally thought they were crazy enough, but now they pale in comparison to Mark.
In the entire Qian Kingdom, oh no - in the entire Fire Star, no one has ever dared to openly challenge Lin Tatian!
In the hearts of many young warriors, Lin Tatian is their spiritual leader and an insurmountable mountain!
No matter how hard we try, we can only keep getting closer to Lin Tatian, but it is absolutely impossible to surpass him.
Although the Ascension Selection Conference has not yet officially begun, those who are well-informed know that several top sects on Tianshu Planet have already extended an olive branch to Lin Taitian and want to recruit him into their sect.
A Nascent Soul monk under the age of thirty, with such talent in martial arts, would be called a monster even among Tianshu Stars!
Even without this conference, with Lin Tatian's extraordinary qualifications, he could use his own power to break through the shackles of the planet, shatter the void, and ascend to the Tianshu Star just like his father, "Martial Saint" Lin Xuan, did back then.
But now, in public, Ye Fan actually uttered wild words, claiming that he wanted Lin Tatian to move back.
mad!
So crazy!
If these words spread and fall into Lin Tatian's ears, the consequences will be disastrous.
Trouble comes from the mouth!
Although Lin Tatian is probably too lazy to deal with such a "little guy", what if it happens?
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wangsun seemed to have heard some big joke and burst into unbridled laughter, saying:
"I've seen pretentious people, but I've never seen such pretentious ones! Brat, you don't even take 'Little Martial Saint' Lin Tatian in your eyes. Do you think you are the holy son of a certain holy place in Tianshu Star?"
"I'm just telling the truth, it's up to you to believe it or not!"
Ye Fan said calmly, with an understatement, not caring about Zhuo Wangsun's sarcasm at all.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Zhuo Wangsun laughed angrily and said sternly: "You brat, since you are so arrogant, you must have absolute confidence in your own strength! I want to challenge you to a duel, do you dare? Or not?"
"I refuse!" Ye Fan said loudly.
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As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was stunned.
Before, Ye Fan acted arrogant and looked down on everyone, as if he really had some great ability.
But now, facing Zhuo Wangsun's challenge, he chose to refuse.
Isn't this cowardly?
For a moment, everyone looked at Ye Fan with contempt, and said with contempt:
"It turns out he is as timid as a mouse. Why is he pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?!"
"Coward! He only knows how to talk and dare to look down on the 'Little Martial Saint' Lin Tatian. Now his true colors have been revealed!"
"Such a coward dares to come out and embarrass himself, so hurry up and go home to nurse!"
Facing the people's merciless ridicule, Ye Fan's face was as dark as water, without any waves, he did not show any anger, nor did he defend himself, as if he turned a deaf ear to it.
Seeing this scene, Miss Yun in the crowd showed deep disappointment in her beautiful eyes, and thought to herself: Could it be that...did I make a mistake?
The Qian country is martial, the people are tough, and private fights are common!
And it is very embarrassing to refuse the other party's challenge.
Warrior monks can be weak, but they cannot be bloodless!
If you don't even have dignity and backbone, what's the difference between you and a waste and a coward?
"Crack!"
At this time, Zhuo Wangsun's muscles and bones were shaking like thunder, making a sound like setting off firecrackers.
Although Ye Fan rejected his request for a duel, it did not mean that he would let Ye Fan go.
With his status as a young marquis, killing a commoner with no identity background was as easy as crushing an ant.
To put it bluntly, even if this matter is brought to the fore, just based on Ye Fan's behavior of being frivolous towards Miss Bo Yun, not only does he have no fault, but he also has the merit of protecting her, so he should be greatly rewarded.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wangsun's face showed a cruel smile, he clenched the sword in his hand, murderous intent burst out, as if he was about to start a killing spree.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Miss Yun said: "Little Marquis, his crime will not lead to death. Just teach him a little lesson and don't hurt his life!"
Although Miss Yun was very disappointed with Ye Fan's "cowardice" just now, she still interceded for Ye Fan.
Because she knew that if she didn't speak, Zhuo Wangsun would definitely kill Mark!
"Miss Yun, you are so kind! Kill a thousand or even ten thousand of these low-level untouchables!" Zhuo Wangsun said fiercely.
"What? Are you going to disobey me?"
Although Miss Yun's voice is quiet, it contains an innate nobility and majesty.
"That's not what I meant!" Zhuo Wangsun shook his head in fear and explained: "Miss Yun, since you opened the mouth of Chrysostom, spare this kid's life!"
As he spoke, Zhuo Wangsun turned to look at Ye Fan again, his eyes sharp and his fighting spirit boiling.
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"etc!"
Ye Fan suddenly said.
"Eh?" Zhuo Wangsun raised his eyebrows, with a joking smile on his lips, and said: "Boy, do you want to beg for mercy? If you cut off the right hand that just insulted Miss Yun, and then destroy your Dantian, then I won't do anything!
"
Hearing this, the passers-by who were watching in the distance could not help but shudder, with a look of fear on their faces.
For a monk, if his right hand is cut off, he may be able to recover, but if he destroys his dantian, he is equivalent to being useless. There will be no possibility of cultivation. It is simply more cruel than killing him.
In the world of immortality where the jungle prevails, a useless person with no ability to protect himself is worse than a pig or a dog.
Although everyone was shocked by Zhuo Wangsun's cruelty, no one interceded for Ye Fan.
On the contrary, their faces showed excitement, as if they were waiting for a good show.
In their view, Ye Fan was entirely to blame for his fate.
Being weak is not wrong, but if you are weak and pretend to be cool, you are asking for your own death.
The royal city of Qian has a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.
What's more, the Ascension Selection Conference is about to begin. Here are the geniuses from all over the Fire Spirit Planet. If you are not careful, you will mention the iron plate.
A country bumpkin from out of town like Ye Fan not only didn't know how to restrain himself, but also made trouble everywhere, directly offending the most talented people in the world, and also offended two people at once.
This is simply too long a life!
Even if he died suddenly on the spot, no one would collect his body for him.
At this moment, Ye Fan looked at Zhuo Wangsun from a distance and said again:
"I haven't finished what I just said! The reason why I refused to challenge me is not because I am afraid, but because a duel refers to a duel between warriors from the same realm! And you are far from worthy of challenging me! But as a strong man
, I am willing to 'point' you! Let's do this...I will fight you without moving my hands and feet! If I can't defeat you with one move, I will lose!"
What?!
Hearing Ye Fan's words, not only Zhuo Wangsun, but also Kong Fei next to him and passers-by in the distance all seemed to be petrified and stood there dumbly, unable to believe their ears.
Ye Fan, what does this mean?
If you can't move your hands or feet, what else can you do? Do you want to stare Zhuo Wangsun to death with one glance?
More importantly, Ye Fan also limited his moves and threatened to defeat Zhuo Wangsun with one move. Is this treating Zhuo Wangsun as a soft persimmon?
You should know that although Zhuo Wangsun's ranking in the list of outstanding people is not high, he is not a weakling either.
If you want to defeat him with one move, you have to be at least one of the top 20 geniuses in the talent list.
In everyone's eyes, Ye Fan's request can no longer be described as "arrogant".
Simply crazy!
A complete lunatic!
Miss Yun's eyes looked at Ye Fan, in addition to disappointment, there was also a bit of coldness in her eyes.
People can be proud, but not arrogant!
Ye Fan was so arrogant and arrogant that her image in her heart plummeted. She didn't even want to stay here any longer, so she opened her lotus feet and prepared to leave.
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On the other side, Zhuo Wangsun licked the corner of his mouth, showed a crazy smile, and said sternly: "Fight me without moving your limbs? Arrogant boy, since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
After saying this, Zhuo Wangsun's right wrist holding the sword shook and he drew the sword like lightning.
"Qiang!"
A high-pitched sword cry suddenly sounded.
The sword light, like a horse's sword, came silently and in an instant, and swept towards Ye Fan's lower abdomen.
quick!
Too fast!
From the moment Zhuo Wangsun drew his sword to the moment the sword energy burst out, it was all within one hundredth of a second.
The passers-by around him didn't even have time to think, or even see Zhuo Wangsun's movements clearly.
When he saw this sword energy, the pupils of Kong Fei beside him suddenly shrank, his face changed drastically, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
Before that, Kong Fei already knew that Zhuo Wangsun had understood the sword intention of Kuai Sword, but he did not expect that Zhuo Wangsun's sword had reached an incredible level, not only exceeding the limit of what the naked eye could capture, but even almost surpassing human consciousness.
Although Kong Fei was ranked one higher than Zhuo Wangsun in the list of heroes, in terms of the speed of his sword, he was far inferior to Zhuo Wangsun, not even a little bit behind.
Miss Yun, who was about to leave, now stood firm, her beautiful eyes showing a strange light, and she thought to herself:
"The quick sword of Wuyang Houfu is indeed well-deserved! I have long heard my father say that all martial arts in the world are invincible, but speed is the only thing that cannot be broken! Speed is not just about speed. When the speed reaches a certain level, even a piece of thin paper or a piece of paper cannot be broken.
Willow leaves can penetrate divine weapons and defeat city walls. Their power is incredible!
It is rumored that the ancestors of Wu Yanghou cultivated this fast sword to the peak level. With the sword, enemies thousands of miles away will be killed! Now this young prince is not very old, but his attainments in fast swords have already entered the palace.
If you are lucky, you are very likely to be selected by Tianshu Star’s sect this time!”
For a while, Miss Yun took a liking to Zhuo Wang and Sun Gao.
But the stronger Zhuo Wangsun becomes, the less likely Ye Fan is to survive.
According to the previous agreement, Ye Fan could not move his hands or feet and could only stand in place, like a human sandbag with no ability to fight back and could only be slaughtered.
In this state, even if a miracle happens, he cannot turn defeat into victory!
However, in the eyes of outsiders, the sword energy was incredibly fast, but in Ye Fan's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle crawling.
Among the younger generation, Zhuo Wangsun is considered a strong one.
But not long ago, Ye Fan killed Wei Yong, who had reached the peak of Jindan.
Wei Yong, as the leader of the Fire Worship Sect, is a real peak Golden Elixir cultivator, while Zhuo Wangsun is a late Golden Elixir cultivator, a level behind him.
Moreover, Zhuo Wangsun's cultivation level still has a lot of water, which was only improved by relying on the countless natural materials and treasures in Wuyang Houfu.
It was easy for Ye Fan to kill him without even lifting a finger.
"Immortal-killing flying knife!"
Ye Fan thought, and in an instant, a heavenly sword appeared above his head.
This knife is invisible, but is condensed from Ye Fan's spiritual consciousness.
With the improvement of Ye Fan's strength and the practice of "The Art of Creation of All Heavens" to open up the nine major acupoints on his head, his level of concentration of spiritual consciousness has far exceeded that of monks in the same realm, reaching a very exaggerated level.
Seeing that Zhuo Wangsun's sword energy was about to hit Ye Fan.
But time and space seem to be frozen at this moment.
Everything was frozen, but the immortal-killing flying knife above Ye Fan's head revealed his peerless splendor, and with the power of slaying gods, slaying immortals, and slaying sins for the first time in the world, it struck towards Zhuo Wangsun in front of him.
One sword for life and one sword for death. The origin of life and death is the same!