1567: C1567 Xuanwu Station

C1567 Xuanwu Station

"I didn't expect this bastard to actually hide such a defensive treasure's battle armor!"0

Without a doubt, he had his eyes set on the Rainbow Armor on Long Bufan's body. He did not think that the attack just now was because Long Bufan had relied on his own strength to receive it without being harmed, but because the armor on his body was able to resist the killing aura.

"Is this the legendary Four-Winged Dragon Blood Demon General form of the strange demon ?"

"Yeah, from that fierce look, he doesn't seem weak."

"Nonsense, with a single move, you managed to counter Zhang Huayun's attack. How weak can you be?!"

Seeing this scene, all the Five Pavilion Disciples present began to discuss in astonishment.

Before, they had only heard that there was a disciple in Temple Hall who was able to cultivate a Demonic Qi Method, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. Looking at it today, they were unavoidably shocked, and they all looked at Long Bufan who looked like a demon with a strange gaze.

Looking at the Auction Hall who was in a mess, Steward Song's gentle face suddenly darkened, and he bellowed: "Zhang Huayun, Divine Arms Hall has promised to compensate you for your losses! If you continue to cause trouble, I don't mind having the people from Deacon Hall drive you out. "

If Zhang Huayun had interfered with the order for no reason, he could have asked the black-robed deacon to apprehend him and punish him for his crimes. However, the current situation was completely different and appeared somewhat complicated.

If Zhang Huayun really wanted to snatch back his weapon, but was instead punished by the Deacon Hall, it would definitely arouse extreme displeasure from the Zhang Family. At that time, the internal strife would only intensify, and it would only cause the internal strife of the Temple Hall to happen prematurely.

"I don't care about that small amount of money!" Zhang Huayun snorted angrily, but did not attack again.

In the face of the current Long Bufan, who was already a black-robed deacon, he evidently had some misgivings. Furthermore, after yesterday's lesson, he had some memory left, if this matter were to blow up, he would inevitably be the one to be punished.

Zhang Huayun looked at Long Bufan venomously, and after a while, he thought for a while, and said gloomily: Long Bufan, if you have the guts, we can go to the Xuanwu Station in the inner city square to fight, and win or lose, the dragonbone lance will be yours. If you lose, the Seven Colored Armor on your body will be mine, what about it!

Hearing these words, all the Five Pavilion Disciples present were startled, but they immediately became interested.

Everyone knew that in the martial arts, there would inevitably be fights because of certain benefits, but because of the strict rules of the Temple Hall, it was forbidden for the Disciples of the Divine Hall to fight in private. Although everyone was afraid of punishments, as they suppressed their anger, as time passed by, it would definitely shake their heart of martial arts, affecting their cultivation.

Therefore, in order to let the Five Pavilion Disciples have a place to vent his anger and dispel the influence of his heart of martial arts, the Temple Hall intentionally created a stage in the inner city plaza, named Xuanwu Station, for the competition. As long as both sides were willing to exchange pointers, regardless of victory or defeat, they would be able to avoid being punished by the Deacon Hall.

Everyone's eyes were on Long Bufan, waiting for his reply.

Under countless gazes, Long Bufan's figure slowly floated up, raised his spear, and pointed the tip of the spear with a cold glint straight at Zhang Huayun, as he said:

"Today, I want the dragonbone lance. If you want to fight, you can do it anytime!"

A cold voice suddenly exploded within the Auction Hall, as his words were filled with an extremely arrogant and domineering aura.

It could be seen that Long Bufan did not plan to return the dragonbone lance.

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