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 top-grade heavenly beast he was so proud of, couldn't hold on any longer 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 already 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.
If they go up, they are no match for Ye Fan. If they don't go up, Song Yushu will be angered and they will have a hard time.
"Okay, okay!"
Several disciples had no choice but to surround Ye Fan together.
"Ye Fan, apologize to Senior Brother Song immediately, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
The leader stood in front and shouted loudly to Ye Fan.
"Really? You're not polite to me, are you sure?"
When Ye Fan turned around, his look made the disciples retreat one after another.
"this……"
Several disciples were exhausted at that time. Everyone here has seen Ye Fan's strength. He can defeat Song Yushu with his physical body alone.
However, when things got to this point, they had no choice but to use collective strength to deal with Ye Fan.
"Guys, now is our chance to make meritorious deeds, let's do it together!"
"good!"
Three Tribulation Immortals surrounded Ye Fan at the same time, and a heavenly magic weapon appeared in each of their hands. Although it was of low grade, it was still a good treasure in the eyes of ordinary monks.
"This Shuiyue Holy Land is really powerful. An ordinary disciple like this who has just started can possess such a heaven-level magic weapon. It's too scary."
"Shuiyue Holy Land is the overlord of the Ziwei Galaxy, and the resources they can obtain are far beyond what we can imagine!"
"Hmph, this is a magic weapon refined by collecting resources from all the stars!"
For a moment, everyone was envious and angry, but they all hoped that Ye Fan could teach them a lesson.
At this time, the three of them looked at Ye Fan at the same time, with a fierce look in their eyes. They wanted to shock Ye Fan with their momentum.
After all, they are three Tribulation-Transcending True Immortals, which is a huge battle in the eyes of ordinary monks in the stars.
"hehe……"
Ye Fan looked calmly and looked at the three of them.
"Are you going to make it or not? I don't have time to talk to you!"
This lazy posture made the three people feel even more guilty.
"We, we...fuck, there's nothing we can do, come on!"
"good!"
Finally, the three reached an agreement and took action together.
The three of them released their strongest magical powers at the same time.
"kill!"
The magical powers of the three people are gathered together. After all, the three of them are true immortals who have overcome the tribulation, and their power is still very scary.
"snort!"
But Ye Fan snorted coldly, showing no signs of nervousness at all.
"break!"
In an instant, Ye Fan punched three times in a row, and those magical powers instantly shattered.
Until the fist is castrated.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three people were knocked away one after another.
"Damn it!"
Song Yushu was furious and flew out, wanting to fight again.
"Master Yushu, it's better to resolve enemies than to end them! Moreover, the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is about to be held, and the Immortal Lord is about to pass his birthday. I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate to see blood today!"
"Humph! Since Princess Qingwu has said so, I will give you some face! However, if this kid falls into my hands in the future, I will not be lenient!"
Fortunately, Yun Qingwu gave him a step down, Song Yushu did not dare to stay for a long time, and immediately urged Qing Tianpeng to leave.