Ye Fan stood alone on the battlefield and looked at the incoming man with cold eyes. From his body, Ye Fan felt a familiar aura, which was similar to the aura on the elder Yunshan before. This is the characteristic of the Dongyue Immortal Lord sect.
The person who came was a man who looked like a white-faced scholar. He was wearing a white robe and holding a paper fan in his hand. He looked cool, but in fact he had a hidden agenda. His eyes were full of murderous intent, locked on Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan, be careful, this person is very powerful and murderous."
Seeing Leng Huachang coming on stage, Bingyu Immortal reminded him.
"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for reminding me. I understand."
Ye Fan nodded slightly. Ye Fan had already investigated this Leng Huachang.
He is the eldest disciple of Dongyue Immortal Lord. When he first entered the realm of Immortal Lord, he killed a demon king and gained a very high reputation.
Moreover, in recent years, his skills have greatly increased, and he has become a third-level immortal, but he has not been inferior to many fifth-level immortals. Such a record has made his confidence skyrocketing.
When Ye Fan's feats in Lost Paradise came to his ears, and the death of Elder Yunshan, Leng Huachang was still worried about Ye Fan, and wanted to get rid of him for a long time. Finally, he got this Chance.
"Ye Fan, in Lost Paradise, you actually killed Elder Yunshan. I heard that you were also an introductory disciple of Qiankun Immortal Lord. With such a status, you assassinated the elder of Hongmeng Holy Land. You are really good at it!"
"That's wrong. If Elder Yunshan didn't have any ill intentions towards me, how could I have died?" Ye Fan responded calmly, without any confusion.
"Damn it, you still want to quibble! In our Hongmeng Holy Land, a scum like you will have to commit suicide to apologize. Do you understand? If you commit suicide now, I will leave you a whole body!"
Such words immediately shocked everyone. They didn't know that there were so many entanglements between Ye Fan and Hongmeng Holy Land. This battle would be great to watch.
A talented monk who had just defeated the Immortal Lord and gained fame, was now being called to commit suicide?!
What plot is this, what scene is this, how many people are shocked.
They originally thought that Leng Huachang came on stage just to get a chance to choose treasures. But now it seems that this is not the case at all. At least, it is not just that. He wants Ye Fan to die here and commit suicide!
Naturally, Ye Fan would not agree to this request.
"Haha, Leng Huachang, it is true that I am an introductory disciple of Qiankun Immortal Lord, but all your previous accusations are just wishful thinking on your part. Elder Yunshan's death has nothing to do with me."
Ye Fan responded coldly, he didn't want to cause trouble.
"You quibbler, it seems that trying to reason with you is useless. If you don't commit suicide, as a member of the Hongmeng Holy Land, I must clean up the family."
The corners of Leng Huashang's mouth raised slightly. He had long known that Ye Fan could not commit suicide. These were all his own dramas.
First, mark Ye Fan as a sinner, and then execute the verdict. In this way, even if Ye Fan is killed, no one can say anything. After all, this is an internal matter within Hongmeng Holy Land.
"Hmph!"
Under the battle platform, Dongyue Immortal Lord sneered slightly. These were things he was happy to see come to fruition, and he would not worry about Leng Huachang's strength. At least it was more than enough to deal with one Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan, if you go against me, you are undoubtedly vulgar."
Dongyue Immortal Lord sits firmly on Mount Tai, waiting for Ye Fan's death.
As long as Ye Fan dies, then Qiankun Immortal Lord will lose a capable genius disciple, and he will become more capable and sit in the position of dominating Hongmeng Holy Land.
"Click, click, click!"
Leng Huashang's paper fan suddenly folded, and suddenly, countless white silk threads were drawn out on the battlefield between heaven and earth.
"Um?"
Ye Fan looked at these white threads with cold eyes and instantly felt the cold murderous aura. These threads contained the powerful Immortal Law.
These laws exerted force on their own and surrounded Ye Fan. Once he moved his body and touched these threads, the consequences would be horrific.
Standing among the threads, although there are many dangers, there is still a chance to breathe. Once disturbed, it will be death.
"snort!"
Faced with such a murderous barrier, Ye Fan still did not panic.
"Good boy, you don't panic when everything changes, right? Hahaha, what a pity, you have already fallen into my killer barrier, do you think you still have a chance? How about I give you the last chance to commit suicide? Haha!"
"What a wishful thinking, Leng Huachang, you brought it upon yourself!"
"Haha, he is really an arrogant person. Just like your master Qiankun Immortal, he thinks he is invincible, right?"
"Damn it!" Ye Fan was really angry.
Ye Fan originally ignored the other party's provocation and various verbal stimulations. However, if he wanted to use this method to deal with Qiankun Immortal Lord, then Ye Fan would not agree.
After all, when he was in Paradise Lost, Ye Fan still blocked a lot of trouble under the title of disciple of Qiankun Immortal Lord.
"Hahaha, let's see who dies first."
Leng Huachang's eyes turned cold and he opened the folding fan in his hand. This was a sign that the killing move was coming.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Leng Huachang's body moved instantly, and Leng Huachang could not blink faster. This was not because everyone's eyes couldn't keep up, but because he was within his own barrier, giving people an illusion.
This scene made everyone tremble in their hearts, and they were all sweating for Mark.
Although many powerful people do not recognize Ye Fan, there are also many people, especially people from small and medium-sized forces, who still relatively recognize Ye Fan.
It is not an easy thing for a small person to reach this point through his own efforts and be recognized by the Evergreen Immortal Emperor. This represents the dream of many struggling young people.
Ye Fan also noticed that Leng Huachang's speed was different from ordinary people.
"The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword!"
Although he lost the Shura Blood Sword and the Furious Sword, Ye Fan's magical power was still there. He held the knife in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and powerful energy rushed out.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
There were constant explosions, but Ye Fan's magical power couldn't keep up with Leng Huachang's speed, and he lost again and again.
"this!"
Ye Fan trembled slightly in his heart and frowned angrily.
"You want to compete with me in speed, right?"
"Golden Lotus of Merit!"
After releasing the golden lotus of merit and using the power of the black ape, Ye Fan's speed also reached the limit.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
His speed was getting closer and closer to Leng Huachang, which shocked the latter.
Because, within this barrier, Leng Huachang's speed is greatly increased. In other words, logically speaking, no matter what magical powers and secrets Ye Fan uses, it is impossible to keep up with Leng Huachang's speed.
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After all, the gap between the two people's basic realms is too big.
But the result in front of me was not like that. The two people's speeds were actually close, which showed that Ye Fan's potential was far higher than Leng Huachang's.
"Hateful boy!"
The onlookers around him were all masters, so they could naturally understand this level. Leng Huachang felt extremely uncomfortable when he realized that he had been outclassed by Ye Fan.
He is a third-level immortal, and a genius-level third-level immortal. He is a being who can fight against a fifth-level immortal. How can he swallow this sigh of relief?
