Ye Fan's voice is not very loud, but it contains magical power.
In an instant, the indestructible crimson sword disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.
Follow your words!
For a moment, everything between heaven and earth was silent, a deathly silence.
The audience, who had been enveloped by the sword, had their heartbeats suddenly stop, and their vests were completely soaked with cold sweat, as if they had walked through the gates of hell.
It took more than half a minute for someone to come back to their senses, with a look of relief on their faces.
"Oh my god! It's so scary. I really thought I was going to die just now!"
"How can there be such a terrifying swordsmanship in this world?"
"Although Jian Gang has disappeared, the sword seems to have struck me!"
These spectators gasped for air, their hearts resumed beating, and they were excited that they could survive.
At this moment, the arena was in a mess.
Not only the arena of Xuantian Palace, but also the arenas of all other sects were destroyed by Ye Fan's earth-shattering sword.
The deep sword marks penetrated a thousand meters, and the sharp sword energy remained in it, making it unstoppable.
At the same time, millions of other spectators in the venue also witnessed this scene clearly.
The magnificence of that sword had an unprecedented visual impact on them, and it will remain deep in their memories forever, and they will never forget it.
"I heard before that the champion of the Qian Kingdom once slaughtered three thousand iron pagodas with one sword. Now it seems that the rumors are true!"
"Who can withstand such a peerless sword? Even the strong men of Xuantian Palace can only retreat!"
"Hey... why is the gap between people so big! This champion Hou Yefan looks like he is only in his early twenties. He started training in his mother's womb, but in just over twenty years, he actually has such terrifying strength!"
"It seems that the strongest person of our young generation in Huolingxing is not Xiaowu Shenglin Tatian, but the champion Hou Yefan!"
"There is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world! It is no small matter that the little Martial Saint can pass the examination of Xuantian Palace! But Ye Fan is too evil, and he beats the strong men of Xuantian Palace to the point where they are unable to resist!"
"You are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but you are afraid of comparing goods!"
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Hearing the discussions around them, the faces of the dozens of Xuantian Palace disciples all showed very complicated expressions, including anger, shame, consternation, and a hint of fear...
You know, Wang Ying is the strongest person except the saint Mu Qingxuan, and she has the late Nascent Soul stage.
Moreover, Wang Ying just used Xuanjie's top-grade spiritual energy - the Lightning Whip.
The power of a whip can destroy everything and summon thousands of thunders.
Who would have thought that Ye Fan, a little golden elixir monk, with one man and one sword, could destroy all kinds of magic, not only defeated thousands of thunders, but also created such a huge formation.
If that sword hit Wang Ying just now, the consequences would be disastrous, and Xuantian Palace would really make a fool of himself in public!
On the arena.
Wang Ying, who had escaped the disaster, was filled with shame and anger, her face turned blue and white, her eyes glowed with a vicious light, and she glared at Ye Fan fiercely.
Such a situation was something she never expected.
In front of millions of viewers, she had lost the face of Xuantian Palace. Even if she returned to the sect and committed seppuku, it would still make her unable to hold her head high, and even her Taoist mind would be indelibly affected.
The next moment, Wang Ying tightened her grip on the electric whip, preparing to strike again.
In her opinion, only with Ye Fan's blood can this shame be washed away.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a scream sounded from behind.
I don't know when, Saint Mu Qingxuan has arrived on the ring, her clothes are fluttering, and her breath is coming out.
"Saint?"
Wang Ying raised her eyebrows with a suspicious look on her face, wondering why Mu Qingxuan wanted to stop her.
"Senior Sister Wang, if he hadn't shown mercy just now, I'm afraid you would have been a corpse!" Mu Qingxuan said word by word.
"What?!"
Wang Ying exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on her face.
If someone else had said this, she might not believe it.
It happened that the person who said this was Her Royal Highness the Saint.
In Xuantian Palace, there are many disciples of the sect master, but there is only one person who can truly be hailed as a "saint". She is equivalent to being unofficially designated as the sect's future successor, and her status is even higher than that of the elders.
At this time, Mu Qingxuan ignored Wang Ying's surprise and took a step forward. With a smile on her face, she said to Ye Fan:
"Champion Hou Yefan, it's a pleasure to meet you! If I'm not mistaken, you didn't use your full strength in that sword strike just now, but you actually hid your strength!"
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"boom!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Hidden strength?
Hearing these words, Wang Ying's delicate body trembled violently, her spine was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and she was filled with fear.
And many spectators in the audience were even more surprised.
A golden elixir monk in his early twenties, who has crossed several realms and killed the monks who held the high-grade spiritual energy of the Xuan level and the late Nascent Soul.
Is this...possible?
If such a monster really exists in the world, it should come from a higher plane!
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
For a moment, everyone in the audience turned to look at Ye Fan, their eyes burning, pushing him to the forefront.
Although Ye Fan remained calm on the surface, there were waves in his heart, secretly saying:
This Saint of Xuantian Palace is indeed no ordinary person!
Just now, when Ye Fan used his brave sword to kill Tiangang, Wang Ying would not be able to dodge if the fire was fully unleashed.
But at the last moment, Ye Fan deliberately slowed down by half a beat.
On the one hand, although he behaved very arrogantly, he was very measured in his attacks. He only injured the disciples of Xuantian Palace. If he really went on a killing spree, they would be completely at odds with each other.
At least for now, he can't fight against a behemoth like Xuantian Palace.
On the other hand, he wants to hide his strength.
If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will blow them!
Ye Fan has many secrets in his body. If all his trump cards are exposed, he will even have the confidence to fight with the saint Mu Qingxuan.
However, his level of cultivation was still too low after all. If he accidentally aroused the anger of Xuantian Palace, he might attract a strong person in the realm of transformation into gods.
At this time, Mu Qingxuan looked at Ye Fan up and down, her beautiful eyes shone brightly, and she said word by word:
"I really didn't expect that this trip to Fire Spirit Star would yield such a harvest. It's not easy for a genius like you to be born in a lower plane! Ye Fan, you passed the test with your strength and won my respect.
No matter what grievances you had with Lei Xiang, Guo Yang and the others before, they are now wiped out! I am willing to personally be your recommender and invite you to join Xuantian Palace!"
As soon as this was said, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience.
No one expected that the saint Mu Qingxuan would put aside her past resentment and offer an olive branch to Ye Fan.
But then they thought about it, in the world of immortality, strength is the most important thing.
Just now, Ye Fan showed his amazing talent and defeated the enemy across borders. He was much better than Xiaowu Shenglin Tatian. Even among the younger generation of Tianshu Star, he was still a rare existence.
For such a genius, Mu Qingxuan, as a saint of the sect, naturally wanted to recruit him.
Wang Ying, who was standing next to her, although she was extremely angry, did not dare to say anything and could only swallow her anger. In her opinion, if Ye Fan joined Xuantian Palace, he would be able to climb over her in no time.
However, facing Mu Qingxuan's active invitation, Ye Fan frowned and did not speak.
"Huh?"
Mu Qingxuan raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised, but still said: "Ye Fan, you don't have to worry, I recruited you because I appreciate your talent, and I will never retaliate wantonly! When I return to the sect, I will
I will personally recommend you to Master. With your strength, it is very likely that Master will accept you as a disciple!"
Hearing these words, many Xuantian Palace disciples in the audience were shocked.
Just now they wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives, but who knew that not long after that, Ye Fan might become the disciple of the Xuantian Palace Sect Master, and his status would be higher than theirs.
In the future, when Lei Xiang, Guo Yang, Wang Ying and others meet Ye Fan, they may have to bow respectfully and call him "senior brother".
The young monks from Huo Lingxing who were participating in the assessment in the inner court looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of envy and jealousy.
In their opinion, if they could worship the master of a second-grade sect as their disciple, it would be like a carp leaping over the dragon's gate, and their future achievements would be limitless.
Under the spotlight, Ye Fan suddenly raised his head, looked at Mu Qingxuan opposite, and uttered three clear words:
