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"It's useless for you to be making a ruckus here. Since you've chosen to accept my challenge, then you are destined to be pressed to the ground by me!" No matter if it was the arena or here, the result would not change! Or are you trying to stall for time until someone comes to save you? Let me tell you, don't even think about getting lucky anymore. In this place, no one will come and save you! "
The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple A sneered at Ye Fan in disdain before turning around and walking towards the arena with the rest of the disciples.
Ye Fan shrugged indifferently and also walked forward. The disciples of the Moon God Hall and the people of the Tenglong Empire followed one after another.
The commotion here attracted a lot of cultivator s from other sects, and they all surrounded the stage.
This arena had probably not been used for a long time, and a layer of dust had accumulated on the arena.
"Aiya, this arena seems a bit too dirty. This fellow dao friend pays a lot of attention to rituals, do you need me to help you clean it up?"
The Skysword Sect Disciple B came to the side of the arena and intentionally raised his voice to ask Ye Fan. Although it seemed like he was concerned about Ye Fan, he was actually mocking him, meaning that Ye Fan did not have much strength, yet he still had to put on an act.
"Hur hur, no need for that. I'll do it myself."
Ye Fan smiled and raised his hand. All the dust on the stage flew up into the air, turned into a ball of dirt, and was thrown away by Ye Fan.
Boom! *
Who would have thought that the Earth Ball would coincidentally break apart when the disciples of the Sky-leaping Sword Sect were in the middle of their charge? A huge amount of dust flew towards the Skysword Sect disciples.
"Humph, what a clever little trick!"
Jian Nameless coldly snorted. With a wave of his hand, a violent wind blew away all the dust. If these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were to be covered in dirt and dirt, then they would lose a lot of face.
"I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."
Ye Fan smiled, but he did not have any intention of apologizing.
"Cut the crap, go onstage!"
Skysword Sect Disciple A leaped up onto the stage and pointed at Ye Fan as he spoke.
Ye Fan smiled. He found the entrance to the arena and walked up step by step.
"Who are those people? Why don't you recognize any of them? "
"Judging from their clothes, they must have just come from the lower realms to cultivate. Why would they have a conflict with the Skysword Sect?"
"Is this a duel? and it's even a disciple of a lower realm cultivator and Heavenly Sword Sect! "
"I didn't think that I would be able to see something like this after guarding the transmission array for over a dozen years. This has finally brought some fun to my lifeless life."
"A newcomer actually dares to challenge a disciple of the Skysword Sect? Seems like there's going to be a show of brute force!"
Seeing Ye Fan walk up the stage, the surrounding disciples of the other sects started to discuss among themselves in surprise. They were not muttering to each other, but shouting loudly, afraid that others would not know that they were the ones who said it.
It seemed that they had lived a peaceful life for too long. Today's matter had thoroughly ignited their passion.
"Ye Fan, right? I …"
Disciple A wanted to say something, but was cut off by Ye Fan.
"Don't speak! I don't know if you're going to say your name, but I'm going to tell you that I'm not interested in your name at all, and you don't have to say it out loud, so I'm too lazy to remember it. "
Ye Fan waved his hand towards Disciple A and said in a deep voice.
"You are really arrogant. I want to see if you can endure this kind of arrogant strength!"
Disciple A roared in anger and charged towards Ye Fan.
As a disciple of the Skysword Sect, he was actually ignored by the trash from the lower realms one after another. This was an enormous humiliation!
Boom! *
However, Disciple A rushed over quickly and retreated even faster. Before he could finish his sentence, his body had already flown back and crashed into a pillar at the edge of the arena. With a muffled sound, he fell onto the arena and stopped moving.
The scene was completely silent.
Everything just now happened too fast, and before many people could see what had happened, the disciple's armor had already fallen!
"What just happened?"
"I didn't see it either. My attention wasn't on the arena just now."
"Let me tell you, what happened just now was nothing. What you saw was just an illusion!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? I saw it. That cultivator from the lower realms didn't even do anything and the Heavenly Sword Sect flew out. It's too scary."
The surrounding disciples of various sects were all shocked. The scene in front of them was truly unbelievable.
A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect collapsed before even reaching a cultivator of the lower realms. It was as if he had walked into the wrong place.
"Does Junior have some sort of hidden disease?"
Jian Wu Ming was also shocked and asked the people beside him.
"I never heard of anything wrong with him. How did he suddenly fall down?"
Disciple B said with a puzzled expression.
"Hehe, looks like this passerby is quite tactful. He must have felt the overlord aura from my body and directly knelt down to worship me."
Ye Fan looked at the disciple armor on the ground, put his hands on his waist and said with a smile.
"Ye Fan, stop putting on an act. My junior brother must have had some sort of hidden disease, so he suddenly lost control of his spiritual energy. That's why he was injured by his own spiritual energy. What does it have to do with you!"
Then, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect went up the stage to take the disciple armor off.
"Is it your turn now?"
Ye Fan pointed at Nameless Sword and said.