Upon hearing this request, everyone had different thoughts.
Generally speaking, by this time, Ye Fan should have apologized, but unexpectedly, he still persisted.
As a core disciple, it is not a glorious thing to take action yourself.
Although Song Yushu said that he suppressed his cultivation level to the second level of transcending tribulation, it seemed that he was giving Ye Fan enough fairness on the surface.
However, he is a disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land. His magical powers and spells, as well as his daily cultivation foundation, are not comparable to other star disciples.
This is actually a very unfair battle, and Ye Fan has no possibility of winning.
Although everyone understands this truth, no one dares to speak out.
They didn't want to offend Song Yushu, but they could only cheer for him.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Song did a good job. Ye Fan, I gave you enough face, but you will definitely lose this time."
"Ye Fan, it's better to kneel down and apologize. Senior Brother Song will give you this opportunity!"
"It's a joke that you still want to show off in our Shuiyue Holy Land!"
Many disciples in Shuiyue Holy Land began to mock Ye Fan constantly, creating power for Song Yushu.
Some other stars, especially the disciples of lower stars, saw Ye Fan being treated like this, as if they were seeing themselves, so they felt the same and felt sorry for Ye Fan.
"Lower stars, as expected, still don't have any rights, they can only be bullied!"
"Song Yushu ranks among the top thirty-six. He is so powerful. His magical powers are simply unimaginable to ordinary people. This is clearly bullying!"
"Stop talking, or you'll get into trouble!"
The atmosphere at the scene stagnated, and everyone looked in the direction of Ye Fan.
In this case, normal people would give in.
Ye Fan just stood there, silent.
Many people sighed, and they understood Ye Fan's inner pain.
Giving in will be a huge blow to your martial arts will, but if you insist on being stubborn, you are stupid and may even lose your life.
A monk with thirty-six stars, no one would think highly of him, he would just die if he died.
"Son..."
Seeing that Ye Fan seemed to be hesitant, Patriarch Hongling felt very sad. If he were not in Shuiyue Holy Land, he would have taken action no matter what.
But here, he couldn't take action for Zichen Star. At the same time, he was also controlled by the Holy Land Formation, and his strength was greatly reduced.
"Hahaha, this kid is no longer good, give up!"
"How can such a person persist? In the end he will give in!"
"Kneel down and apologize!"
Seeing Ye Fan lower his head and remain silent, the people in Shuiyue Holy Land shouted arrogantly, as if they were sure of victory.
Song Yushu also walked over, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. In his heart, he also believed that Ye Fan would give in this time.
"You can also refuse, but those who are timid and cowardly are not worthy of participating in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. Just go back to your Zichen Star!"
As soon as these words came out, many monks shook their heads.
This is no longer bullying, this is humiliating Ye Fan and trying to break his martial arts spirit.
If Ye Fan gives in, not only will his martial arts dignity be seriously damaged, but his will may be greatly affected, and he may even be unable to recover.
The surrounding Shuiyue Palace disciples shouted that they wanted to deprive Ye Fan of his qualification to participate.
"Ye Fan, my time is not wasted with a waste like you. I still want to accompany Princess Qingwu to visit the Water Moon Holy Land!"
Seeing that Ye Fan hadn't agreed yet, Song Yushu became even more arrogant.
He also deliberately looked in the direction of Princess Qingwu, because he always felt that Princess Qingwu wanted to excuse Mark.
I just wanted to invite the princess to visit the Holy Land together, but she refused to agree. Now that I value Mark so much, what does this mean? How can he behave like a human being when he obviously doesn't give him face?
"Mr. Song, I think it's better to forget it!"
Princess Qingwu said.
"Hahaha, Your Highness Princess, this is a matter between Mark and I, let us solve it, it won't take too much time!"
"this……"
Princess Qingwu knew that no matter what she said, Song Yushu would not give up. She could only feel sorry for Mark.
"Who says I won't agree?"
Ye Fan suddenly spoke with a faint smile on his face, looked at Song Yushu and said, "If you have any skills, just come over here!"
What?!
Everyone was stunned. They did not expect that Ye Fan would dare to provoke Song Yushu at this time.
Song Yushu's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, feeling that he had been greatly insulted.
"You brat, you're looking for death!"
Song Yushu's figure surged, his five fingers turned into claws, trying to grab Ye Fan's throat.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
But in the blink of an eye, Ye Fan's figure jumped countless times, like a phantom.
"what happened?"
Song Yushu was shocked. He didn't expect that Ye Fan's Qinggong was so powerful that he could escape under his nose.
"Since you agreed, let's come!"
When this happened, Song Yushu was completely angry. He didn't care about his status as a core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land. He wanted to fight Ye Fan and beat him until he was convinced.
"We're really going to start a fight."
"Once Song Yushu uses the great magical power of Shuiyue Holy Land, Ye Fan will definitely have no chance of winning!"
"How pitiful!"
Many monks shook their heads and even began to pray for Ye Fan.
"Bah!"
Song Yushu shouted fiercely and suppressed his cultivation to the second level of Tribulation Transcendence. On this point, he would not lie.
Because before absolute magical power, this little bit of cultivation has very little effect.
He has the peerless magical power of Shuiyue Holy Land and can easily defeat Ye Fan. Why does he need realm suppression?
Song Yushu's whole body began to gather vitality, and the powerful force caused the surrounding space to continuously shake. Many monks could no longer stand on their legs.
"ah……"
Everyone trembled in shock, feeling Song Yushu's powerful power.
"Today, let you understand the difference between us!"
"Really? Let me see. I'm really curious!"
"You are still talking stubbornly when you are about to die. This is the first time I have seen such a shameless person like you. I will shut you up forever this time!"
Facing such a calm Ye Fan, Song Yushu's anger was beyond description.
At this time, he couldn't understand why this boy wasn't afraid.
"Boom!"
As Song Yushu's vitality circulated, strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth.
The surrounding space began to become distorted and chaotic, no one could see anything, and flying dust swept across the entire space.
At this moment, Song Yushu was like the god of war in heaven and earth, his whole body glowing with red blood, and his murderous aura filled the air, destroying the soul!
"horrible!"
"Is this the holy power - the royal killing fist?!"