"Maybe...maybe it's because he has a deeper knowledge of speed."
In the end, Bai Yu could only give such an ambiguous answer.
At this moment, Kong Xuan stepped forward from behind, puffing out his chest, not to mention how impressive he was.
Kong Xuan cleared his throat and spoke slowly.
"Senior Brother, Great Elder, it's normal for you two not to understand Mark. After all, he is not the same as he used to be, and you cannot use the standards of the past to measure him now."
"But although you two don't know Mark very well, there are people who do! You can definitely ask him!"
"You mean you?"
Immortal Zishuang frowned. Why did she feel that Kong Xuan was pretending to be here?
Kong Xuan patted his chest.
"Of course! Of course it's me! Since Ye Fan returned to the Beidou Star Territory, the time I spent with him can be said to be the longest!"
"Whether it was me teaching him swordsmanship or going to the Netherworld with him, the two of us got along day and night during these events. I definitely know him better than everyone else!"
Bai Yu glared at Kong Xuan angrily.
“If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, let it go, don’t hide it here!”
"Now is not the time for you to hide. If you don't explain everything clearly, don't blame me for being rude to you."
"Brother Haole."
Kong Xuan chuckled and slowly told everything.
"Actually... Ye Fan's current operations are just normal operations. Everyone can just get used to it. There is no need to be too surprised."
"What do you mean? What do you mean by just getting used to it? Can't you explain it more clearly?"
"Yes, can you stop being so pretentious? Is this called normal operation? I have never seen such normal operation before."
"Kong Xuan, Kong Xuan, are you trying to kill us old bones? Speak quickly! I really want to smash your crooked head with the crutch in my hand!"
The elders at the rear also exploded for a while, especially the supreme elders of the Tianji Sect, who were the ones who deliberately disgusted Ye Fan in the Tianji Sect before.
Although they all have some bad tastes and like to scare Ye Fan, they do love him.
Now that Ye Fan's life is at stake, they don't have time to chatter here with Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan pressed his hands.
"Okay, okay, let's not hold back. Let's just say this. Don't worry, everyone."
"Actually, it's like this. Although he didn't practice the Great Way of Speed, he also practiced a lot of speed when he was in the ancient world of immortality."
"And when he was in Tianji Pavilion, he also read a lot of secret books about speed, and more or less learned two tricks."
"In addition, his Avenue of Virtual Reality and Avenue of Life and Death also have an effect on speed, so it seems that he will naturally become much faster than other cultivators of the same realm."
"It can be said that although he is not a cultivator on the Avenue of Speed, if he is determined to run, his speed will not be much weaker than that of a cultivator on the Avenue of Speed."
Kong Xuan's words made the atmosphere on the field extremely strange for a moment, and one could hear people breathing one after another.
But before they could recover, Ye Fan made trouble again.
The body of the Kirin Holy Son was placed there, and even if Ye Fan ran away desperately, he could not get away from it.
After all, Holy Son Qilin is the supreme leader of the younger generation of the demon clan. Whether it is speed or strength, it is not comparable to parallel imports like Holy Son Jiaolong, which has brought great trouble to Ye Fan.
About a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan's steps became messy and his breathing was extremely uneven, as if he might collapse at any time.
The eyes of the Dragon Saint Son lit up, and he saw the moment of victory.
"Hahaha, Holy Son of Qilin! Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, that guy can't hold on anymore, take advantage of his illness and kill him! Don't miss this opportunity! You will never come back!"
"I told you a long time ago, how can this guy outrun you? He is not far from death!"
The Dragon Holy Son laughed wildly and looked provocatively at Kong Xuan and Bai Yu opposite.
"Oops, I'm sorry, you disciples of the Tianji Sect may be defeated soon, and the myth of your Tianji Sect's invincibility will be broken soon."
"No, no, it's not just as simple as defeat, it may cost you your life, hahaha!"
"Actually, we can't be blamed for this. If we are to blame, we can only blame Ye Fan for acting too high-profile. He can only blame himself for all this!"
"You guy..."
Kong Xuan's eyes were fierce, and the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The Jiaolong Holy Son was so frightened that his heart tightened and he took a few steps back.
Although he estimated that Kong Xuan would not dare to take action, what if he did? Wouldn't his life be lost?
Immortal Zishuang pressed his hands slightly.
"Don't argue with him. He is not the protagonist of this scene."
After hearing this, Kong Xuan suppressed the raging anger in his heart.
If he wanted to take the life of the Dragon Holy Son, it would be as easy as squeezing an ant to death with a snap of his fingers. This was no joke.
On the other side, the corner of Qilin Holy Son's mouth drew a strange arc, and he had already sentenced Ye Fan to death in his heart.
Based on the current situation, Ye Fan probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long, let alone maintaining a stalemate with himself.
After he kills Ye Fan, the big stone in his heart will fall to the ground.
"Boy, now you know the gap between you and this Holy Son. The gap between us is like a firefly and a bright moon. We can't compete with each other at all."
"To compare this Holy Son with you is a great insult to this Holy Son."
Ye Fan cursed.
"Damn! I asked this guy to pretend it. I thought I could pretend it myself, but I didn't expect this guy to pretend it better than me!"
"But if he wants to destroy me like this, I'm afraid he thinks that I'm a little too simple."
Ye Fan turned his head and showed a mean smile.
"Is it necessary to draw a conclusion so soon? Don't be so anxious! No one knows who will win until the last moment."
Qilin Holy Son snorted coldly.
"You are already on the verge of death, and you are still talking arrogantly. Today, I want to see whether it is your harsh words or my Holy Son's power that is stronger!"
The Holy Son of Qilin roared angrily, and pressed towards Ye Fan with his huge soles covering the sky.
Everyone felt as if a layer of haze was covering their heads, making them breathless.
Not to mention Ye Fan who was in the center of the battlefield, even the situation of the Dragon Saint Son and the Phoenix Saint Girl was not much better.
The Dragon Saint Son swallowed his saliva in horror and sighed unconsciously.
"It seems that not only Ye Fan has been hiding his strength, but also the Holy Son of Qilin! I didn't expect that his strength has reached such a level!"
