Ye Fan's physical body was as if it were made of iron. Those who didn't know it would really think that he was cultivating the great path of the body.
No! His physical body is countless times stronger than iron, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take advantage of it!
"boom!"
When Tiangang was distracted, Ye Fan caught him and punched him hard.
Tiangang's figure flew out like a kite with its string broken.
But it wasn't over yet, Ye Fan's body moved again, and his iron fists punched Tiangang one after another as if they were free of charge, making Tiangang doubt his life on the spot.
"Let me go, is this real? Senior Brother Tiangang was actually suppressed by a great genius!"
"Can you open your eyes and take a good look? Is this pure suppression? This is already a comprehensive crushing, okay?"
"Oh my God, this is so exaggerated. Will there be any major reversal in this game?"
"It's very possible! It's very possible. Anyway, so far, this game has been reversed more than once or twice. Even if there is a big reversal or miracle, it will not be surprising!"
The disciples below looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of admiration, especially those who cultivated the power of the physical body, and regarded Ye Fan as their leader!
But when they thought about it, they were quite depressed. Ye Fan obviously practiced the path of life and death and his physical strength was actually more terrifying than them!
You really have to compare yourself to others, and you have to give in when comparing goods. You can’t say anything about this kind of thing!
The big guys in the spectator seats also sat up in shock, admiring Ye Fan's extreme aesthetics of violence.
Saint Daxu glanced at an elder of his sect and waved to him.
"Come, come here."
"Senior brother, what's the matter?"
"You also specialize in cultivating the power of the physical body. Come and evaluate the strength of Wuming's physical body."
"Remember, be objective when evaluating me, I'm not that easy to fool!"
"yes!"
The elder thought for a moment and said with certainty.
"Senior brother, the strength of the nameless body is beyond your imagination and beyond the limits of early quasi-sage cultivators."
"The strength of his physical body now is at least comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Quasi-Sage, and he specializes in cultivating the power of the physical body!"
"What did you say? Are you sure you weren't joking with me?"
Saint Daxu looked in disbelief, obviously not believing what his elders said.
You must know that there is a huge gap between the physical strength of cultivators who specialize in cultivating physical strength and ordinary cultivators. It can be said that the two are not on the same level at all.
Not to mention that the elder also said that Ye Fan's physical strength could match that of a cultivator in the late stage of Quasi-Sage. Isn't this a joke?
Saint Daxu said with an unkind expression.
"Do you really think that I am a three-year-old child who can coax you as much as you want!"
"I'll say it one last time. You'd better make your comments more pertinent, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Saint Daxu raised his fist as big as a sandbag, the threat could not be more obvious.
The elder scratched his head and for a moment didn't know how to explain this to Saint Daxu.
"Senior brother, what I told you is the truth, and I definitely didn't mean to deceive you!"
"You can carefully look at the force of Wuming's punch. Even the surrounding space was shattered. It also defused countless attacks from Tiangang. Tiangang couldn't even lift his head!"
"And all of this must be based on absolute strength, and those unknown strengths happen to be there!"
"And his fists and feet are also mixed with the aura of the road of life and death, which makes it even more difficult to deal with!"
"I can responsibly say that his physical strength is indeed comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Quasi-Sage. This is not a joke!"
The elder's face was extremely solemn, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.
Taoist Banshan also took the call.
"Indeed, Tiangang has been completely suppressed, and there is absolutely no suspicion of letting go."
"I can only say that the potential of Wuming, a disciple, is beyond our imagination. He is not only able to understand the path of life and death, but he is also able to achieve perfection in other aspects."
After saying this, Master Banshan also sighed.
While they admired Ye Fan's strength, they also had to reflect on the strength of the disciples in their own sect.
Why are they both human cultivators and cultivators of the younger generation, so why is there such a big gap?
"Senior brother, what I say is all the truth, you must believe me!"
"I have been in our sect for so many years, but I have never lied to you. Even if you gave me a hundred courages, I would not dare to do such a thing!"
The elder looked at Saint Daxu sincerely, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
He knew very well the character of Saint Daxu.
If he doesn't get rid of the worries in Saint Daxu's mind today, he will not have a good life in the future, and he will have to wear small shoes for himself!
Saint Daxu snorted coldly.
"I believe it, but don't you have anything to say?"
"ha?"
The elder was a little nervous and did not understand the meaning of the words of Saint Lai Daxu.
Saint Daxu said coldly.
"In the final analysis, Wuming is just a disciple who has just stepped into the great path. If someone can cultivate the power of the physical body to such an extent, why can't the disciples under you do the same?"
"The sect consumes so much training resources every year, but can't even do anything practical. You are really embarrassed!"
"According to me, the main reason why your disciples are not strong enough is because you are the master. When you were young, your qualifications were probably not as good as Wuming's."
"I really don't know how to say good things about you. How can you let a younger generation disciple compare you to you? Have you cultivated for so many years into a dog's belly?"
Saint Daxu's mouth seemed to be open, and he did not save any face for the elder.
The elder froze on the spot in embarrassment, looking at a loss.
On the one hand, what Sage Daxu said was true, and he didn't know how to refute it.
The disciples under him are indeed not as good as Wu Ming, and when I was young, I was indeed not as good as them.
On the other hand, what Sage Daxu said is a bit overgeneralized, and is it a bit suspected of passing the blame?
There is a gap between people after all. How can my ordinary disciples compare to such a monster disciple as Ye Fan?
He also said that the problem is all my fault, what does it have to do with me?
If you must say so, then the biggest problem should lie with Saint Daxu himself!