Yang Fan had no choice but to accept it.
No matter what, it was better than not having any battle points.
"Yang Fan, please advise." Yang Fan sighed in his heart and cupped his hands towards the young man from the Holy Fire Religious Sect.
"Tian Zhuiyun." The young man from the Holy Fire Religious Sect also cupped his fist.
After saying that, Tian Zhuiyun slipped, as if he was going to fall down. However, he didn't fall down. Instead, he approached Yang Fan in a strange manner. Both of his hands created a series of afterimages as he slapped out.
Those who were slightly weaker could not see clearly what part of Yang Fan's body was being attacked by Tian Zhuiyun's palm.
The disciples of Holy Fire Religious Sect were extremely excited. Senior disciple
Tian's attack was extraordinary. Even Senior disciple Dan seemed to be inferior to him.
Shan Ye furrowed his brows. If he was the one facing Tian Zhuiyun's attack now, he would find it very difficult to deal with him. If he wasn't careful, he might lose.
However, he had fought with Yang Fan before. He still couldn't tell the depth of the latter. Shan Ye had a feeling that only senior disciple Mu Zhengfeng had the strength to force out all of his strength. If he wanted to win, he would need senior disciple Huo Xuan's help.
A dazzling palm image was reflected in
Yang Fan's pupils.
Bang!
A palm.
It was a simple palm strike, but it passed through the layers of palm shadows and landed on Tian Zhuivun's chest first.
Tian Zhuiyun retreated more than ten steps and finally stopped coughing. The powerful force shook his entire body until his blood began to tremble. Tian Zhuiyun looked at Yang Fan who was standing still on the spot. He didn't continue to attack. He let out a cold snort and turned around to walk back to the crowd.
Obviously, he had admitted defeat in this match.
On the other side of the Elder District, two elders of the Holy Fire Religious Sect looked at each other. They could tell that something was wrong from each other's eyes. This young man called Yang Fan was not an ordinary expert.
All the disciples of the Holy Fire Religious Sect looked like they had suffered a heavy blow. The main reason was that Tian Zhuiyun had lost too quickly. Mu Zhengfeng looked at Tian Zhuiyun, who was walking back with his head lowered. He shook his head and said,
"Tian Zhuiyun, I thought that you would make some progress during this period of time, but you still couldn't even withstand a single blow..
Tian Zhuiyun's facial expression changed continuously. However, Mu Zhengfeng's strength was far greater than his, so he couldn't refute him. He could only keep silent.
From the beginning to the end, Mu Zhengfeng had never seen Tian Zhuiyun.
His eyes fell on Yang Fan, and the corner of his mouth raised into a disdainful smile.
"Let him be arrogant for a while." A disciple of Holy Fire Religious Sect who was standing beside him immediately flattered, "That's true. As long as senior disciple Mu attacks, that kid will definitely lose."
Mu Zhengfeng enjoyed these compliments very much, and the smile on his face became even wider.
In the direction of the Hundred Battles
Sect, the skinny young man was staring at Yang Fan. He said to the other four disciples, "Don't go, he is very powerful."
"Senior Brother Shen, are you confident?"
The other four immediately asked.
Shen Tu's thin lips slightly pursed as he shook his head and said. "I'm not
absolutely confident." If he didn't have absolute confidence, then that meant that he still had a certain degree of confidence that he could win.
The four men from the Hundred Battles Sect heaved a sigh of relief. Their eyes were filled with confidence as they watched Senior Brother Shen walk out after he finished speaking. They had seen how powerful Senior Brother Shen was.
He was definitely one of the strongest people below the Qi Jing realm!
No matter how powerful that Yang Fan from the Qianyuan Sect was, it was impossible for him to gain the upper hand in Senior Brother Shen's hands.
Yang Fan looked at Shen Tu and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, his plan could not keep up with the changes. It was only the second match, but the one who attacked had become the strongest person in the Hundred Battles Sect.
I have already said that I am the weakest.
Why didn't I send some ordinary people out to let us happy rookies peck each other!" Yang Fan muttered.
Shen Tu could only vaguely hear a little sound. He could not help but ask in doubt,
"What did you say?"
Yang Fan coughed lightly and said seriously, "Nothing. I comforted myself in my heart and adjusted my condition. I can feel your power, so I have to be 120% alert!"
Shen Tu's face revealed a trace of a smile. Obtaining the respect of his opponent was a very accomplished thing.
When the elders of Hundred Battles Sect saw this scene, they couldn't help but nod their heads.
This little fellow from Oianyuan Sect was pretty good. This evaluation had nothing to do with his strength.
Only Lin Qingtong and Yue Xiao knew that this was definitely Yang Fan's nonsense.
These few days of contact had made them realize that Yang Fan liked to show off.
That's right, he loved to show off. He always wanted to find someone to spar with and show off his strength.
If Yang Fan knew what the two of them were thinking, he would definitely shout that he was wronged. He didn't want to show off his strength. He had to do this in order to quickly increase his strength.
In the middle of the open space, Yang Fan and Shen Tu were ten feet apart.
Neither of them spoke. The scene was very quiet.
Dong!
Suddenly, Shen Tu made his move. His feet stomped on the ground as if he was hitting a bell. Countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the spot he stepped
on.
Shen Tu was like a violent Demonic Beast as he charged towards Yang Fan. That thin body contained a powerful explosive force at this moment. The fist that was suddenly thrown out seemed to break through the air and produced a slight rumbling sound.
"Not bad." When the elder of Hundred
Battles Sect saw Shen Tu's attack, his face revealed a satisfied expression.
During this period of bitter cultivation, Shen Tu's strength had increased once again, and it wasn't a small improvement.
An elder of the Holy Fire Religious Sect said with a smile, "The Hundred Battles Sect has a successor..."
As the invited party, it was only right for him to say a few pleasant words. In any case, the higher the opponent was, the greater their reputation would be when the Holy Fire Religious Sect crushed the entire arena.
Bang!
However, before the elder of the Holy Fire Religious Sect could finish his sentence,
Yang Fan struck out with his palm again.
Bang! The fist and palm collided, and two forces instantly erupted, causing countless of sand and dust to fly up into the air.
In the midst of the sand and dust, Shen Tu's body slid backwards, and two visible marks were left on the ground by his feet.
"Cough...
The moment he stabilized his body, Shen Tu coughed heavily. His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the True Qi in his body became chaotic.
With another palm, Shen Tu lost!
Everyone's eyes almost popped out. This was too fierce!
The elder of Hundred Battles Sect held his breath. He was just satisfied with Shen Tu's improvement, but now, he was defeated with just one strike. This made him doubt whether the other sects' juniors were already this powerful.
In the future, the Hundred Battles Sect would be in danger!
At this moment, the expression of the elder of the Hundred Battles Sect changed. He had thought of many things. As for the elder of the Holy Fire Religious Sect, he felt a little awkward. He had just said that the Hundred Battles Sect had a successor. And this one who came after him was easily defeated.
"Haha! Elder Xun, this little guy called
Yang Fan is really amazing!" He laughed and immediately changed the topic.
Elder Xun smiled modestly and said, "He's just average."
Actually, Elder Xun was also very surprised in his heart. The inner sect competition had only ended a few days ago, but Yang Fan's strength had once again become stronger.
But when he thought of the fact that this was a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, Elder Yun couldn't help but smile from ear to
ear.
Looking at Shen Tu who was defeated by him with a single palm strike, Yang Fan's mouth slightly opened. It was only after a long while that he regained his senses and smacked his lips a few times. He had actually only used 50% of his strength just now.
After all, Shen Tu was a fellow on the same level as Yue Xiao.
During the inner circle competition, he had used nearly 80% of his strength to fight Yue Xiao.
Now, Yang Fan realized that his strength was a little stronger than what he had imagined.