As soon as Yang Fan finished his words, everyone was stunned.
Following Yang Fan's gaze, Tan Minghong and the other eight Body Refining Stage Layer Nine disciples were all under Yang Fan's gaze.
What did Yang Fan mean by what he said just now?
He wanted to challenge nine martial artists of the same level by himself?
Putting aside how bold Yang Fan was to say such words, was there such a rule in the inner sect competition?
Tan Minghong and the others were also stunned. It took a while for them to react. One by one, they said sarcastically with anger, "Yang Fan, is there something wrong with your brain? How dare you say such arrogant words?'
"I don't think he is sick, but his brain is full of water. He wants to challenge all nine of us at the same time. Any one of us can take care of him!"
"If it wasn't for the inner sect competition, I would really like to teach him a lesson right now!"
Yang Fan didn't respond to these sarcastic and angry words. He just smiled faintly and saw Tan Minghong and the others.
The more indifferent Yang Fan's eyes were, the angrier they became. In the arena, the long-faced young man was no exception.
"Yang Fan, your opponent is me. You can keep those big words of yours for later.
Now, you have to stay undefeated in my hands!" The long-faced youth said with a cold expression.
"Don't worry, I said it to be fun." Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders, then looked at Xiao Lei and asked, "Elder, there are no rules in the inner sect competition. You can't challenge a few people at the same time, right?"
Hearing this, everyone thought for a moment. There really didn't seem to be such a rule in the inner sect competition.
Because, no one had challenged a few warriors of the same level in the inner sect competition yet. Perhaps, there were people with such strength, but none of them had done such a thing.
Xiao Lei hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "As long as they are willing."
Alright, as expected, he agreed.
Everyone immediately looked at Tan Minghong and the others. At this time, could they still tolerate it?
Of course, Tan Minghong couldn't. He was the first one to step onto the arena. He looked at Yang Fan and said with a sneer,
"You have already spoken such big words.
I will definitely fulfill your wish." The other few people also stepped onto the stage. Each of them unleashed their own Qi, enveloping Yang Fan from all directions.
"Yang Fan, I will now give you a chance to admit defeat. Don't say that we are bullying you." A young man dressed in a tight suit rubbed his fist and said with a hideous smile, "How is it? Are you touched by our magnanimity?"
Yang Fan acted as if he didn't hear it. His gaze swept across Tan Minghong and the others.
There were only nine of them, and there was still one left.
Once again, Yang Fan ignored him. The eyes of the young man in the tight suit seemed as if they were about to shoot out flames.
"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Let's take care of this guy first. Let's see if he can still show such an expression when we throw him off the arena." Tan Minghong said in a deep voice.
The long-faced youth and the others nodded at the same time, and immediately prepared to attack.
Since Yang Fan was overestimating himself and wanted to challenge all nine of them at the same time, they wouldn't be polite either. Together, they would teach Yang Fan a deep lesson.
"Wait!" Just as Tan Minghong and the others were about to attack, Yang Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped them.
"Haha, we haven't even attacked yet, and you're already scared." After being stunned for a moment, Tan Minghong couldn't help but laugh.
The crowd below the stage also started booing.
What was he talking about? His words were loud and clear. Before they even exchanged blows, he already gave in.
Especially those senior inner disciples, they were full of disdain. There were also quite a number of people in the inner disciples who liked to talk big, but their strength was ordinary. They were disdainful toward such people.
Now, it seemed like Yang Fan was also this kind of guy.
The long-faced young man said proudly,
"Yang Fan, don't waste everyone's time. If you're afraid, just admit defeat and scram!"
Yang Fan said helplessly, "What's the hurry? I'll help you find a helper.
Otherwise, the few of you won't be enough."
Everyone was speechless. He really could say anything.
Nine martial artists of the same level were not enough. If the one standing on the ring was Lin Qingtong, they could barely believe it. But Yang Fan? Forget it.
Tan Minghong was so angry that he laughed, "Fine, fine, fine. Then I'll see what kind of helper you can find for us!"
The rest of them clenched their fists
tightly, their veins popping out. How much did Yang Fan look down on them?
Feeling their anger, Yang Fan laughed and said, "Tell me the truth. Why are you all so agitated?"
After saying that, without waiting for Tan Minghong and the others to respond, Yang Fan looked at the other Body Refining Stage Layer Nine disciples below the stage and said loudly, "Who else is willing to come up?" There were only a dozen Body Refining
Stage Layer Nine disciples among the inner circle disciples this time.
Including Yang Fan, there were already ten people on the stage. When the remaining people heard Yang Fan's question, their facial expressions turned ugly.
Today, Yang Fan's arrogance was a little too much.
However, Yang Fan now had nine opponents. If they went up again, even if they won in the end, they would still feel like they were bullying others.
Although this would make Yang Fan lose a lot of face, they would rather teach Yang Fan a lesson in private rather than in the inner sect competition. No one went up the stage, which made
Yang Fan somewhat anxious.
He did not do it on purpose, but to complete the realm breakthrough mission.
There was nothing he could do about it.
Since there was no one else, Yang Fan was prepared to provoke everyone again.
"Hehe, let me do it." Before Yang Fan could continue to use a disdainful tone to provoke everyone, a soft laugh suddenly sounded.
Everyone looked over.
Yue Xiao!
The person who spoke was one of the two remaining geniuses of Outer Sect. Yue Xiao slightly bent his legs, then he stomped on the ground, causing dust to fly around his feet. He then soared into the sky and landed in front of Tan Minghong and the others like Mount Tai. He was the closest to Yang Fan.
Bang!
The moment he landed on the ground, a strong wind was created. A fierce and violent aura instantly locked onto Yang Fan, like a wild beast that was wreaking havoc.
Even though this Qi wasn't directed at Tan Minghong and the other nine men, they were still standing behind Yue Xiao, their hearts were still palpitating in fear.
"How is it? Is it exciting enough?" Yue Xiao grinned and asked.
Yang Fan's clothes were blown by the wind, but his eyes looked at Yue Xiao fearlessly. He smiled and said, "It feels a little exciting."
Yue Xiao going on stage was indeed out of
Yang Fan's expectation.
After all, the three geniuses of Outer Sect all had their own pride. They usually disdained to join hands with others to deal with a warrior of the same level.
However, no matter what Yue Xiao thought, there were ten of them right now.
The more exciting it was, the more exciting it would be.
"Come on!" Yang Fan's body trembled. Although he didn't have the qi of a king, it showed his confidence.
No one below the Qi Refining Stage could defeat him!
This was Yang Fan's confidence.
The spectators were also boiling with excitement. Yang Fan was going to fight ten opponents at the same time!
Furthermore, one of them was Yue Xiao!
No matter how badly Yang Fan would be beaten in the end, at least for now, their eyes were wide open.
This was exciting!
Yue Xiao smiled and said, "You mean you want me to attack first? That's good too. I don't like being modest. Since you have invited me, then I won't be polite anymore."
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
Since he wasn't polite, there was no need for a bunch of nonsense.
Swoosh!
Right at this moment, Yue Xiao took a step forward. His body moved a few feet away and arrived in front of Yang Fan in an instant.