C1107 Within three moves
When he heard these words, Wang Yan's gaze suddenly darkened. A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he coldly laughed, "You sure have a tough mouth. I wonder if you have the ability to use such a stinky mouth like this."0
Long Bufan shrugged his shoulders and ridiculed: "There's nothing I can do about it, my mouth is just so weird, stinky mouth. As for whether I have the strength or not, I will know after testing."
"Puchi!"
Before Wang Yan could even react, Qin Yuxuan, who was quietly sitting in mid air, could not help but let out a laugh. The bell-like laughter was like a clear spring that flowed through the heart in the summer.
Obviously, Long Bufan's words had touched upon Qin Yuxuan's smiling point, and the curve of her lips was completely perfect. As the saying goes, a smile that could topple cities, and another one that could topple nations, described such a breathtaking smile.
However, this kind of smile, was like a fleeting flower, and Qin Yuxuan's face quickly returned to its previous tranquility. However, her gaze finally landed on Long Bufan, and curiously sized him up.
She felt it was a little strange that a youth from a low rank sect would dare to use words to wipe away Wang Yan of the Golden Aura Sect.
Being mocked by Long Bufan in such a manner and embarrassed in front of a beauty, Wang Yan's expression instantly turned ugly. His eyes flickered with a furious fire as he coldly snorted: "A low rank sect actually dares to be so arrogant, you truly overestimate yourself."
Then, his face suddenly changed, revealing a gentle smile, he said to Qin Yuxuan who was sitting quietly in mid air: "Miss Qin, let me clean up this small fry, later we will have a better environment to spar with each other, so as to not let a fly disturb Ya Xin."
The speed at which Wang Yan's face changed caused many people who were paying attention to the holographic projection to be flabbergasted.
"Sure." Qin Yuxuan said indifferently.
"Alright, I'll have to ask Miss Qin to wait for a moment."
While speaking, Wang Yan had already turned his head to look at Long Bufan, his expression once again becoming sinister. Facing Long Bufan, he extended five fingers, "Within three moves, the victor is decided!"
As soon as his words fell, he suddenly took a step forward, and the terrifying aura of a profound practitioner at the seventh level of the Spirit Sea directly erupted from his body.
"Boom ?!"
Immediately, he urged the powerful Yuan Power in his body and forcibly resisted the pressure of the Qi aura that was different in terms of the gap between their realms. The bones all over his body could not endure the pressure of this extremely terrifying aura and began to emit the sound of being pressed down.
The pressure around his body continuously swept over, wanting to force Long Bufan to retreat, but at the same time, his gaze was also frantically flickering. He was measuring his own strength and all his trump cards, and under the confrontation of Wang Yan, he was somewhat confident.
In fact, not only were there many forces in the outside world that did not think highly of Long Bufan, even over 90% of the people in the Spirit Profound Martial House s did not think highly of Long Bufan. In these past few thousand years, the sects and powers of the super sect s had gathered too much power and any one of them could sweep away all the direct disciples of their Spirit Profound Martial House.
At this time, even Sect Master Ying Yuanzi had a grave expression on his face. He never would have thought that Long Bufan would encounter people from the super sect so early on.
"Long Bufan..."
Lin Shuanger stood quietly in the crowd, raising her eyes and looking at the The youth's figure. She did not know why Long Bufan was still able to maintain such a calm expression even after facing the geniuses of the two super sect s. What kind of trump card did he have?
But no matter the outcome, she somewhat believed in Long Bufan. Perhaps it was because of the miracles that Long Bufan had always created, or perhaps it was because of her personal feelings.
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