1789: C1789 Stinking hooligan

C1789 Stinking hooligan

Hearing Bai Weng's satisfied praise, Long Bufan grinned and said: "This is also thanks to Master Bai Weng's support. Otherwise, with my ability alone, how would I have been able to raise such hungry fellows."0

Although Long Bufan's words were said with ridicule, it was extremely truthful. Regarding sects that lacked resources, the twelve of them were indeed extremely urgent on resources.

Immediately, Liu Yunluo, Dragon Fang, Wu Moying, Hei Yan, Jiang Yu, Ye Chen, Lu Zifeng, Lei Meng, Lin Yan, Lin Yan and Long Yunfei, the ten men, all blushed and remained silent.

Qin Yuxuan had a tender temper, her fair cheeks flushed red. As her clear eyes looked around, she slightly lowered her head, and peacefully stared at the guqin in her hands.

However, the wild and violent Murong Yin, after hearing this, was displeased. She placed both of his hands on her small waist, straightened her chest, and coquettishly said to Long Bufan: "Who do you think is so hungry? I've suddenly aged for three years, the price paid for that is not small either."

"Oh? getting old? " Hearing this, Long Bufan frowned slightly. His gaze seemed to intentionally glance back and forth between Murong Yin's breasts and buttocks. He licked his lips and said with a grin, "It seems to have grown bigger."

When he said that, Liu Yunluo and the other male disciples who were standing by the side all looked over with fiery eyes.

"You ? "You scoundrel!"

Murong Yin's entire face instantly flushed red. She clenched her fist, which was covered by a layer of scorching scarlet flames, and started attacking Long Bufan.

"Whoosh!" The flame wrapped fist accurately struck Long Bufan's chest, however, it was like air, it pierced straight through, and immediately after, under the force of the wave, Long Bufan's figure actually started to slowly dissipate.

An afterimage!

Murong Yin's fist had only hit Long Bufan's afterimage!

Moreover, this afterimage was not formed from instantaneous movement. Instead, it was a spatial figure created from speed at the utmost limit.

Obviously, Long Bufan's attack speed was way faster than Murong Yin's.

"Hmm?" Murong Yin was stunned when her punch missed. However, before she could react, she felt a palm land on her butt.

"Pa ~!"

A clear and elastic sound immediately reverberated across the hall in an extremely shocking manner.

Standing behind Murong Yin, Long Bufan retracted his palm. Feeling the elasticity of the skin between his fingers, he couldn't help but praise in his heart, "Exquisite!"

"AHH!"

Murong Yin cried out in shock, and then, her face suddenly flushed red. At this moment, she felt an intolerable humiliation, and shouted with a burning face: "Long Bufan! You scoundrel! "

Seeing that, Liu Yunluo, Dragon Fang and the rest of the ten all swallowed their saliva. They were all dumbstruck and looked at each other.

However, what was even more surprising, was Long Bufan's astonishing speed. Even Dragon Fang, who cultivated the profound meaning of speed of light, who was once on par with Long Bufan on the Hundred Sect Battle Platform, was currently unable to catch Long Bufan's speed at all.

Logically speaking, with a God Transforming Stage Middle Phase and a peak God Transforming Stage, the martial arts cultivation of both parties should be at the same level. There shouldn't be such a huge difference, but the reality was right in front of them.

"Is his true strength really only at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage ??"

Dragon Fang looked deeply into Long Bufan's eyes, his heart was filled with shock, and also filled with doubts.

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