Urban Madness

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Ye Fan's voice is not very loud, but it contains magical power.

In an instant, the crimson sword gang, which was indestructible, disappeared invisible, as if it had never appeared before.

Say what you say!

For a moment, everything was silent between heaven and earth, deathly silence.

The audience, who was originally enveloped by Jian Gang, suddenly stopped beating, and their vests were completely soaked in cold sweat, as if they were walking before the gate of a ghost.

It took more than half a minute before someone came back to his senses, and his face showed the color of the rest of his life.

"Oh my God! It's terrible, I really thought I was going to die just now!"

"How can there be such a terrifying swordsmanship in this world?"

"Even though Jian Gang has disappeared, that sword seems to have struck me!"

These audiences panted heavily, their hearts regained their beating, and they were thrilled to survive.

At this moment, there is a mess in the ring.

Not only the arena of Xuantian Palace, all other arena of sect were destroyed by Ye Fan's earth-shattering sword.

The deep sword marks ran through the kilometer, and the sharp sword aura remained in it, and the sharpness was unstoppable.

At the same time, millions of other spectators in the venue also witnessed this scene clearly.

The grace of that sword caused an unprecedented visual impact on them, and it will remain in their memory forever and never forget.

"I heard before that the champion of the kingdom, Hou Zeng, slaughtered three thousand iron statues with a single sword. Now it seems that the rumors are true!"

"Who can handle such a peerless sword? Even the strong of Xuantian Palace can only retreat!"

"Hey...how is the gap between people so big! This champion Hou Yefan seems to be in his early twenties, and he started practicing in the womb, but he has such a terrifying strength for more than twenty years!"

"In this way, the strongest of the younger generation of our Fire Spirit Stars is not Xiaowu Sheng Lin Tatian, but the champion Hou Yefan!"

"There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world! It is no small thing for Xiao Wusheng to pass the examination of Xuantian Temple! But Ye Fan is too enchanting, and he has no power to fight against the strong of Xuantian Temple!"

"Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, just afraid of comparing goods!"

...

Hearing the surrounding discussion, the faces of dozens of Xuantiangong disciples all showed very complicated expressions, anger, shame, astonishment, and a trace of fear...

You know, Wang Ying is the strongest person besides Saint Mu Qingxuan, possessing the late Yuan Ying stage.

And just now, Wang Ying also sacrificed the high-grade aura of the mysterious rank-chasing electric whip.

The power of a whip, destroys the dry, can call out thousands of thunder.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan, the little Golden Core cultivator, used one man and one sword to destroy all laws, not only defeated thousands of thunder, but also made such a huge battle.

If the sword hit Wang Ying's body just now, the consequences would be disastrous. Then Xuantian Palace would really be embarrassed by the crowd!

On the ring.

Wang Ying, who had survived the catastrophe, was embarrassed and angry, his face was blue and white, and a vicious light bloomed in his eyes, staring at Ye Fan viciously.

She had never expected such a situation.

In front of millions of spectators, she lost the face of Xuantian Palace, and returned to the sect, even if she wouldn't cut her belly and apologize, it would still make her look up, and even Dao Xin would be indelibly affected.

In the next moment, Wang Ying squeezed after the electric whip, ready to make another shot.

In her opinion, only the blood of Ye Fan can wash away this shame.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a babble sounded from behind.

I don't know when, the saint Mu Qingxuan has already come to the arena, her clothes fluttering, her breath out of dust.

"Saint?"

Wang Ying raised her eyebrows, her face was suspicious, and she didn't know why Mu Qingxuan wanted to stop herself.

"Sister Wang, if he hadn't been merciful just now, I'm afraid you are already a corpse!" Mu Qingxuan paused.

"what?!"

Wang Ying exclaimed, with an incredible face.

If someone else said so, she might not believe it yet.

It happened to be His Royal Highness who said this.

In Xuantian Palace, there are many disciples of the sect master, but there is only one who can truly be hailed as a "saint," which is tantamount to being appointed as the future successor of the sect, and his status is even higher than that of the elder.

At this moment, Mu Qingxuan ignored Wang Ying's surprise, took the initiative to take a step forward, smiling, and said to Ye Fan:

"Champion Hou Yefan, it's nice to meet you! If I'm not mistaken, you didn't use all your strength in the sword just now, you actually hide your strength!"

...

"boom!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves of waves, causing an uproar in the arena.

Hidden strength?

Upon hearing this, Wang Ying's body was shaken, and her spine was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and she was afraid for a while.

The many audiences in the audience were even more surprised.

A golden core monk in his early twenties, across several realms, beheaded the monk who held the high-grade aura of the profound stage and the late Yuan Ying.

Is this... possible?

If such evildoers really exist in the world, they should also come from higher planes!

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

For a moment, everyone in the audience turned their heads to look at Ye Fan, their eyes hot, pushing him to the cusp of the storm.

And although Ye Fan didn't make any expressions on the surface, waves were stirred in his heart, and he secretly said:

The saint of Xuantian Palace is indeed not an ordinary person!

When Ye Fan used his brave sword to slash the sky just now, if the firepower was full, Wang Ying couldn't dodge at all.

But at the last moment, Ye Fan deliberately slowed down.

On the one hand, even though he was very arrogant, he was very measured. He just wounded the disciple of Xuantian Palace. If he really kills each other, he will be completely torn apart.

At least for now, he still couldn't fight against a behemoth like Xuantian Palace.

On the other hand, he wanted to hide his strength.

Wood show in the forest, the wind will blow!

There are many secrets in Ye Fan. If all his trump cards are revealed, he even has the confidence to fight against Saint Mu Qingxuan.

However, his cultivation realm is still too low after all. If Xuantian Palace is accidentally irritated, he might attract a powerful person in the realm of transforming gods.

At this moment, Mu Qingxuan looked at Ye Fan up and down, her beautiful eyes blazing brightly, and she said every word:

"I really didn't expect that this trip to the Fire Spirit Star will have such a harvest. It is really not easy to be able to give birth to a genius like you on a lower plane! Ye Fan, you passed the assessment with your strength and won my respect. No matter what grievances you had with Lei Xiang, Guo Yang and others before, now they are all cancelled! I am willing to be your recommender personally and invite you to join Xuantian Palace!"

As soon as this remark came out, there were bursts of exclamation from the audience.

Everyone never expected that the saint Mu Qingxuan would abandon the previous suspicion and actively threw an olive branch to Ye Fan.

But they changed their minds, in the world of cultivating immortals, they respect their strength.

Ye Fan just showed off his amazing talents, he crossed the border to defeat the enemy, much better than Xiaowu Sheng Lin Tatian, even among the younger generation of Tianshu Star, it is also rare.

For such a genius, Mu Qingxuan, as the saint of the sect, naturally wanted to recruit him.

Standing next to Wang Ying, although he was very angry, she didn't dare to say anything but swallowed her anger. In her opinion, if Ye Fan joins Xuantian Palace, it won't take long to climb on top of her head.

However, facing Mu Qingxuan's active invitation, Ye Fan frowned and did not speak.

"what?"

Mu Qingxuan raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised, but she still said: "Ye Fan, you don't have to worry about it. I invite you to start to appreciate your talent, and I will never retaliate! When I return to the sect, I will Introduce you to the respected Master personally. With your strength, it is very likely that the respected Master will be accepted as a disciple!

Hearing this, the bodies of the many Xuantiangong disciples in the audience were shocked.

They just wanted to slash Ye Fan a thousand swords, who knows that not long after this, Ye Fan might become the disciple of the Sect Master of Xuantian Palace, with a status above them.

In the future, Lei Xiang, Guo Yang, Wang Ying and others will have to salute Ye Fan respectfully and shout "Brother".

And the young cultivator of Huo Lingxing who participated in the examination in the infield, looking at Ye Fan, was full of envy and jealousy.

In their opinion, if they can worship the master of the second grade sect as their teacher, then it is really a carp leaping over the dragon gate, and their future achievements are limitless.

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Fan suddenly raised his head, looked at Mu Qingxuan on the opposite side, and uttered three clear words:

"I reject!"