You must know that a wooden sword can exhibit different strengths in the hands of different people.
A strong man like Tiangang, who is in the late stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm, can display infinite strength even with a wooden sword.
How easy is it to shatter the wooden sword in his hand?
But even so, the facts are still before their eyes, and they have no choice but to believe them.
"Go, I'm not dreaming, am I? Junior Brother Wuming blocked Senior Brother Tiangang's attack? And he even shattered the wooden sword in Senior Brother Tiangang's hand!"
"Oh my god, this is such a departure. How did Wuming Junior Brother do all this? Could it be that Senior Brother Tiangang set him up?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Look at the corners of Senior Brother Tiangang's mouth with some blood seeping out. It doesn't look like he's letting off steam!"
"I think so. This is the finals. How could Senior Brother Tiangang let him go? Didn't he want his life just now?"
"Then what happened? How did the wooden sword break?"
One doubt after another appeared in the minds of the disciples, and they continued to wait for answers.
The disciples in the new disciple camp laughed loudly, as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Just now their hearts were in their throats and they didn't dare to stand up and say anything, but now they can finally say it happily.
"Hahaha, I've said it a long time ago. Great geniuses are definitely not that vulnerable. Even if they face Senior Brother Tiangang, they are still capable of fighting!"
"That's right, what were you barking at just now? Why don't you bark now? Do you know the top strength of our great genius?"
"I think you all owe the great genius an apology, a sincere apology!"
"What happened to us great geniuses who didn't realize the power of the Great Dao? Didn't we still hold on until now? If it were you, would you be able to hold on?"
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Endless words overwhelmed the disciples who had just screamed.
Although those disciples felt unhappy, they really didn't know what to say.
As the saying goes, if Ye Fan is crushed, they can certainly stand up and ridicule him.
But now that they have withstood the new wave of attacks, they can only lower their heads.
Those disciples were right, so what if Ye Fan didn't understand the power of the Great Dao? He hadn't accomplished all this!
And disciples like them who have understood the power of the Great Dao may not be able to stop the wave of offensive just now.
When they thought of this, these disciples' faces were filled with helplessness.
As the saying goes, everyone is laughing at Ye Fan, but no one is as good as Ye Fan. After all, there are many disciples below who have never stood in this final in their lives!
Long Aotian showed a cheerful smile, and the more he looked at Ye Fan, the more delighted he became.
"Haha, good fight! I knew I couldn't hide from his Fengxing Avenue, so I simply stopped hiding and used absolute hard power to deal with his Fengxing Avenue!"
"This strategy and tactics are very good! I really saw you right!"
Long Aotian smiled so much that his eyebrows almost bent, expressing his overwhelming agreement with Mark's decision just now.
You must know that Tiangang practices the Fengxing Dao, which is famous for its speed. If he fully activates the power of the Dao in his body, his speed will be extremely fast!
If Ye Fan wanted to beat him in terms of speed, it would be almost impossible.
However, cultivators who practice the Way of Speed have a common problem, that is, their hard power is often not very good.
This is also the reason why Ye Fan was able to smash the wooden sword in Tiangang's hand with one punch, because the hard power of the two is not at the same level at all.
Moreover, Ye Fan is only in the early stage of Quasi-Sage. If he, like Tiangang, is a master in the late stage of Quasi-Sage, Tiangang will have no strength to resist.
The corners of Long Xin's mouth twitched, and his face looked a little unnatural.
Kong Xuan patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry! Isn't this battle just beginning? You don't even trust your apprentice anymore, right?"
"That won't happen."
Long Xin laughed bitterly.
In the final analysis, Ye Fan just defused Tiangang's offensive. As long as Tiangang transforms his strategy and tactics in time, it will be a matter of time to defeat him.
On the other side, Tiangang looked at his injured palm in disbelief.
At the same time, his body was also turbulent. If he hadn't suppressed the injury with his spiritual power, the blood would have spurted out by now.
Ye Fan took two deep breaths and raised his eyebrows at Tiangang.
"Senior Brother Tiangang, aren't you a strong person in the late Quasi-Sage period? Why are you so weak in terms of hard power?"
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot that Senior Brother Tiangang is practicing Fengxing Dao. He is really not that good in terms of hard power!"
"shut up!"
Tiangang pointed over angrily.
Ye Fan is a typical murderer, destroying all the wooden swords in his hands, and still making sarcastic remarks here.
Can he forget that thing? If he really forgot, he wouldn't have used hard power to deal with him just now!
"Don't be so excited. If hard power doesn't work, then hard power doesn't work. So what's the point? Who can guarantee that he is a hexagonal warrior?"
What Ye Fan said is quite good.
Those who practice speed are not very good at hard strength, but if they practice physical skills, they will be very cumbersome in terms of speed.
In other words, there is no road without any flaws in this world. It mainly depends on how you use it.
Tiangang cursed.
"Stop talking about these useless things. Do you think you have already won? Let me tell you, the battle has just begun."
"Now I'm going to get serious, you have to hold on!"
Tiangang was just about to launch an attack when a sound came from the hosting platform not far away.
I saw Yun Zhongjun holding the sound transmitting spirit grass and speaking word by word.
"I declare that the first battle is over. Both sides will go back and rest for half an hour before fighting again!"
Ye Fan chuckled.
"I'm sorry, the first battle is over. If you want to attack me, you will have to wait until half an hour later!"
"Oh my, it looks like I can be free for half an hour again. Are you angry? Hahaha!"
Ye Fan slowly walked off the stage with a mean smile.
The fire in Tiangang's heart could not be suppressed at all. As he spoke, he was ready to rush forward and fight him to the death. Fortunately, he was stopped by his junior brother.
"Don't run away if you have the guts. The two of us will fight for 300 rounds to see who is stronger!"
"Why half an hour or not? If you really want to die, I can help you now!"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you, don't run away if you can!"
"Okay, okay, senior brother, the first battle is over. It's already the intermission time. There is no way to do anything."
"Yes, senior brother, please be patient. It's only half an hour anyway. After half an hour, you must make him look good!"
