C1095 One Person to Pick a Clan
C1095 One Person to Pick a Clan
Regarding this, Yang Fann didn't explain. At this moment, even if he said it out loud, Fan Ming wouldn't believe it.
Furthermore, what right did the Fan Family, which didn't even have a single Holy Sovereign, have to ask him to explain?
Since he said that he wanted to use the Fan Family to establish his prestige, then I'll fulfill his wish.
Thinking about it carefully, it was time for him to show off his muscles. Otherwise, these people would only feel that his potential was astonishing. But in fact, a veteran family like the Fan Family didn't take him seriously at all. In their hearts, potential was only potential. Otherwise, Fan Jie would have dared to have any ideas about Qu Fu.
Although most of them did not know the exact relationship between themselves and Brother Hu, the news that Brother Hu was personally arranged by Lin Yi to enter the Palace was not a secret. They only needed to investigate a little and they would know that the Qin family was related to them.
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"Gulp. Gulp. I. . . Did I hear it wrong? This. . . This is going to tear apart the relationship between us and the Fan Family. "
" Madness, this is too crazy! He. . . He. . . How dare he, how dare he? "
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All around, the guests widened their eyes. They couldn't believe what they had just heard. As one of the top families in the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the Fan Family was second only to the saint clans. Their strength was far beyond their imagination. A senior elder like Fan Ying was in the entire Fan Family. Not even in the top 100. Senior Elder alone had exceeded the number of people in the top 20. A few of them had the power to fight Great Elemental Old Man. According to the legends, the Old Ancestor of the Fan Family, Fan An. . . He was one of the top existences amongst the Great Elemental Old Man, second only to the high and mighty Saints.
Although Yang Fann was the number one monster in the history of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, he had only entered the palace for a short period of time, so he didn't have any foundation to speak of.
Ordinary Quasi-Saint experts only knew that their Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts had produced an unprecedented Peerless Evildoer called Yang Fann. As for the other information about Yang Fann, they basically didn't know anything about him. They didn't even know about the matter of Senior Elder joining Yang Fann and killing Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu.
Only those Great Saints and half-step Holy Lord had heard about it.
At this moment. . . .
"Fan Ming, I'll give you two hours. Gather the Fan Familys of your Fan Family. Two hours later. . . The battle at the Spirit Martial Arts Battlefield. " Yang Fann gave Fan Ming a cold look. Since he had decided to use the Fan Family to establish his supreme ferocity, Naturally, he needed to make him fully prepared. It would be best if he could gather all the Fan Familys in the Fan Family. Otherwise, just Fan Ming and Fan Cheng. . . What kind of deterrent effect could they have?
Not only that, but there had to be enough spectators as well. The highest cultivation among the guests was only at the half-step Sacred Lord Realm, but the weight was a bit less.
In the next moment. . .
Before Fan Ming could say anything, Yang Fann led Ku Yuan and the others out of the hall. Among them was Qu Fu.
At the critical moment, Qin Hai was quite clever.
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"Hiss. . . Really. . . Really, His Royal Highness Yang Fan really wants to challenge the Fan Family. " At this moment, the surrounding guests no longer had any doubts. They had already said so much. If there was still a lie. . . Yang Fann's reputation would be ruined.
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"Little Son Yang Fan. Two hours later, I will let you know that the dignity of the Fan Family is not something you can challenge. "
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Time passed by slowly. The news of Yang Fann challenging the Fan Family swept across the entire Lingwu Mountain Range like a Cosmic Storm.
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
In an instant, many of the senior elders of Holy Lord, who were rarely seen in the past, broke out of their seclusion one after another. They turned into numerous Demi-Saint Ancestors and flew towards the Lingwu Battleground.
Yang Fann was the most popular person in the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. He was the number one monster in the history of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, and his potential was unparalleled. Countless senior elders were looking forward to him, and many senior elders had gathered around him. Senior Elder, in the entire Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. . . He was one of the major powers, and he had firmly entered the second tier. As a veteran family, the Fan Family was even more powerful. They could be said to be the leaders of the second tier below the saint race.
The collision between these two old and new forces was absolutely brilliant.
Even Great Elemental Old Man, who hadn't appeared in the world for a long time, was alarmed. He wanted to take a look and see for himself.
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At the foot of the Lingwu Mountain Range, there was a majestic city that was tens of thousands of miles long and looked like a small world.
Divine Martial City was the only city in the mountain range. It was also the place where the disciples of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts could relax. As long as it was something fun and delicious in Spiritual Martial Arts Continent, they could find it here.
The Spiritual Martial Arena. It was located at the center of the Divine Martial City and covered an area. It was the most famous battle arena in the Divine Martial City. It could accommodate hundreds of billions of people at once without feeling crowded at all. The barrier inside the arena was also strengthened by Saint Sovereign himself. It was enough to withstand the full strength of two Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint warriors.
Every day, a large number of Arena Match would be held in this arena. Of course, most of them would be fought by ordinary Quasi-Saint warriors. Every now and then, there would be a battle between Great Saints. As for the battle between the Saint Lords and the Half Saint expert, it would be much less.
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At this moment, the Lingwu Battle Arena was already crowded with people. It was unprecedentedly grand. A rough estimate would be no less than three hundred billion. The weakest would be the Ancestor, Half-Step Quasi-Saint warriors, and Quasi-Saint experts. Among ten thousand people, there would be one and a lot of Great Saints. Even Holy Lord and Demi-Saint Ancestor had more than ten thousand of them.
In the sky above the Lingwu Battle Arena, there was a Heterospatial Space. Only Holy Lord and the Half Saint could enter.
At this moment, there were more than ten thousand people gathered in the Heterospatial Space, and the number was still increasing rapidly.
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Very quickly, there was only the time for an incense stick to burn before the agreed time between Yang Fann and the Fan Family.
For the first time, the Lingwu Battle Arena, which could accommodate hundreds of billions of people watching the battle, was crowded. There were too many people watching the battle, far more than trillions of people.
And within the Heterospatial Space, there were more than fifty thousand people.
Terrifying, it was truly terrifying. One should know that these people were all at least at the Saint Lord realm. Demi-Saint Ancestor had surpassed three thousand, and even the Perfection Semi-saint had exceeded three digits.
As expected of a super power that ruled over several large worlds, it was far from something the foreign races could compare with.
Among them, Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and Red Lotus Saint Mother were among them. How could they miss out on such a grand occasion?
Right at this moment. . . .
An exclamation immediately attracted everyone's attention. "Look, the people from the Fan Family are here. "
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
They saw the Void in the southeast. Ninety-nine golden bridges appeared all of a sudden. They were auspicious and auspicious, giving off a myriad of phenomena.
On each of these 99 golden bridges stood a peerless expert, and the weakest one was a Divine Lord. Demi-Saint Ancestor had a total of 18 people, and four of them had powerful auras. It was as if an ancient Devil God had descended from the heavens, and they weren't any weaker than an ordinary Perfection Semi-saint.
However, the thing that attracted the most attention was the thickest golden bridge in the center. Golden-robed Man was like a high and mighty Heavenly Emperor who had descended to the mortal world and ruled the world. His aura was so terrifying that even the four Perfection Semi-saint around him couldn't compare to him.
"I didn't expect that old man to come out. Looks like this time, this brat Yang is going to suffer a huge setback. " The Red Lotus Holy Mother's lips parted as she lightly laughed. That Golden-robed Man was none other than the Old Ancestor of Fan Family, Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint - Fan An.
If this Fan An didn't appear, with Ku Yuan Da Elder's Rank Six and Perfection Semi-saint strength, he would still be able to fight against the Fan Family. Now, there was no doubt about it.
The difference of three grades was like a crushing blow. Whether or not Ku Yuan Da Elder would be able to withstand Fan An's attack was impossible. It was unknown.
However, it was good that he suffered some setbacks. It was not a good thing for him to have a smooth journey in the martial arts.
"I have a different opinion. Young Yang has always been synonymous with miracles. More than thirty years have passed. How is his current cultivation base and strength? Everything is a mystery. Perhaps he already has the power to fight Fan An. " Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord shook his head and said with a smile. Among all of them, the one who understood Yang Fann the most was. . . In the past thirty years. . . To them, it was nothing. Even a small period of seclusion would take more than that. However, it was different when it came to Yang Fann.
Furthermore, with his understanding of Yang Fann, he wasn't a reckless person. Since he dared to challenge the Fan Family, he naturally had to consider Fan An, a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint.
"This. . . This. . . This shouldn't be possible, right?" The red-faced Holy Mother denied it. More than thirty years ago, Yang Fann only had the combat strength of a Peak Semi-saint. As for a Peak Semi-saint, the gap between him and a Ninth Rank Perfection Semi-saint was more than ten light years. However, the voice was obviously lacking in confidence. It seemed like it was possible for a monster like Yang Fann, the monster, to be placed on him.
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"Look! His Royal Highness Yang Fan is here. "
"Good! Good! Good! He's finally here. I can't wait any longer. "
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"Rumble. . . "
A seven-colored cloud cut through the Void and arrived above the Spiritual Martial Force Battlefield in the blink of an eye.
There were also many experts on it. However, compared to the Fan Family team, it was obviously weaker by more than a level. The strongest one was a Rank Six Perfection Semi-saint. Apart from that, there wasn't a single Perfection Semi-saint.
There were even a few Sovereigns mixed within.
They were none other than Yang Yunfeng And His Wife and the others. Their eyes were filled with deep worry.
Even though Yang Fann had promised them more than once that the people from the Fan Family would be a bunch of useless chickens and dogs in his hands, it was a pity that it wasn't of much use to him.
Regarding this matter, Yang Fann regretted telling them about it. Initially, he wanted to perform well in front of his parents, so that they could pay less attention to him when he went out in the future. Never did he expect that it would have the opposite effect.
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"Elder Ku, bring my parents down first. " Yang Fann instructed Ku Yuan Da Elder. His figure moved, and he went straight up to the arena.
He turned his gaze, and raised his head to look at the people from the Fan Family. He said provocatively, "They are from the Fan Family. Who wants to die first?"
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". . . No. . . It can't be, right? Yang Fann. . . Does he want to challenge everyone from the Fan Family by himself?"
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