1051: C1051 A Rogue Cultivator Is Very Strong!

C1051 A Rogue Cultivator Is Very Strong!

Once Yan Shuo unleashed his Qi, it wouldn't take long before his opponent's will to fight collapsed. He wouldn't even need to fight for real before he won.

This time, when Yan Shuo unleashed his Qi to deal with Ye Bufan, they had never thought that his opponent would be able to withstand the pressure of Yan Shuo's Qi. They thought that it would be as easy as usual to suppress his opponent.

In the end, no one expected that Yan Shuo would be unable to suppress his opponent's Qi even after he had walked ten steps.

This rogue cultivator was very strong!

In an instant, Faang Lin and the skinny old man heard this in their hearts.

Not only did Faang Lin and the thin old man think so, but Yan Shuo, who was the one involved, also felt it deeply.

He discovered that not only did his imposing manner not suppress the opposite rogue cultivator's imposing manner in the slightest, even his opponent's performance seemed to be at ease, as if there was still room for negotiation!

If this guess was true, the opponent would be too terrifying. He could not help but put away his initial contempt in his heart and prepared to take it seriously.

"Since I can't completely suppress you in terms of imposing manner, then I'll use my strength to defeat you fair and square!" Yan Shuo believed that with his Sixth Grade of Martial Origin strength, as long as his opponent wasn't a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin, he would be able to defeat him. Absolutely no match for yourself.

With a loud shout, Yan Shuo stretched out both of his fists. On his arms that were as thick as Ye Bufan's thighs, his sleeves fluttered even though there was no wind. In an instant, his sleeves bulged, and the two arms hidden in his sleeves seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

Ye Bufan looked at him calmly. He didn't take this opportunity to attack. Since he wanted to experience the strength of an ordinary Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior, his initial plan wasn't to defeat his opponent as soon as possible.

Yan Shuo's two sleeves grew bigger and bigger. Finally, with the sound of cloth being ripped apart, the fabric on his sleeves shattered into pieces, flying in all directions like grey moths.

Looking at Yan Shuo's two arms again, they were no longer as thick as Ye Bufan's thighs, but as thick and as thick as his waist.

The thick arms did not look like a human's. The muscles on his arms were bulging, and the thick veins on his arms were beating like earthworms. It showed that he was full of energy and energy.

Faang Han's eyes lit up. He could not help feeling envious and jealous. He knew that the reason Yan Shuo's arms became like this was because he had practiced a very high level cultivation technique.

This cultivation technique was called "Vajra Art." It was said that after mastering it, one could turn into a Vajra, looking like a prehistoric beast with extraordinary strength.

Yan Shuo had only cultivated two arms, and he was already at the Sixth Grade of Martial Origin. He was also one of the strongest cultivators in the Fang family. How could this not make Faang Han, an ordinary person who wanted to become a cultivator every day and night, feel envious and jealous?

Faang Han often dreamt that he had also cultivated the Vajra skill, and in the end, he had become very strong. Any enemy that came in front of him would be knocked down by his fist, and he would step on one of his feet. He looked like a mighty god that had descended to the mortal world.

Therefore, he especially liked to see Yan Shuo fight with others. This made him feel very subservient, as if the one who attacked him was not Yan Shuo, but himself.

Now, Faang Han saw Yan Shuo attack once again. His two eyes began to sparkle like searchlights.

Ye Bufan naturally saw more clearly than Faang Han. Because he was closer, he could more accurately feel how much power was contained in these arms.

Ye Bufan was sure that the power contained in these arms was enough for Yan Shuo to lift up all the horses in the shed!

It had to be known that no matter if it was hay or the northern horses of the Fang family, each horse weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and there were six or seven horses like this in the shed.

"Alright! Let me see how many kilograms you have." Ye Bufan roared in his heart and prepared to receive Yan Shuo's attack.

Waving his two mutated arms, Yan Shuo rushed into the shed and attacked Ye Bufan with Mount Tai Pressure.

He raised his two arms high and used them as two huge hammers, smashing at Ye Bufan's head one after another.

"Humph!"

Ye Bufan let out a cold snort. Not only did he not dodge, he even took a step forward. He faced the attack head on. He did not use his Emperor Sword to defend against the attack. Since he wanted to experience his true strength, the best way was naturally to use his body to resist the attack head on.

Then, a very strange scene occurred.

The broken sword in Ye Bufan's hand suddenly disappeared. He crossed his arms and raised his head to block Yan Shuo's arms.

"Bang!"

A dull sound was heard. Everyone widened their eyes.

Teng Teng, Ye Bufan kept retreating until his back hit the wall of the shed. Only then did he stop retreating. At the same time, he let out a light cough from his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Yan Shuo again, his expression did not change. He took a few steps forward and smashed down with his arms again. He simply did not give Ye Bufan any chance to catch his breath.

Seeing this, the people on the Fang family's side all had a victorious smile on their faces. Only Faang Han still had a trace of undetectable regret behind this smile.

Just when everyone thought that Yan Shuo would win, they suddenly heard a miserable scream from his mouth. Then, his huge body was kicked out of the stable by Ye Bufan, more than ten meters away.

Yan Shuo fell to the ground with his face facing upwards. Blood spurted out from his chest, and his eyes turned white. Soon, his body lit up.

"Dead... dead!"

No one had expected such a dramatic turn of events! Just when everyone thought that Yan Shuo was going to win, no one saw clearly how Ye Bufan killed Yan Shuo with a single strike.

"How did he do it? Is it a demonic technique?" Faang Han was shocked. With his limited knowledge as a cultivator, there was no way he could explain what just happened.

He looked at the young lady, but he could only see shock and disbelief on her face. He could not find the answer he wanted.

In fact, Ye Bufan himself did not expect this. He forcefully withstood Yan Shuo's round smash. It had already made him feel the attack power of an ordinary Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior, and it had also made him understand what it was with just his body and cultivation base. He was absolutely no match for Yan Shuo.

Therefore, he used the Emperor Sword. After activating the Emperor Sword with his true qi, he seized the opportunity to stab Yan Shuo in the chest. In the end, he easily pierced through Yan Shuo's heart and killed him on the spot.

Ye Bufan knew that after using the Emperor Sword, he would be able to defeat Yan Shuo. But he didn't expect that he would win so easily. Yan Shuo's seemingly strong body and his thick protective true qi were like paper. It was broken with just a poke.

After the initial shock, his heart was filled with incomparable joy.

Ye Bufan found out that the Emperor Sword had already reached such a sharp extent. Killing a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin warrior was like chopping melons and vegetables; this was simply too awesome.

Therefore, after piercing through Yan Shuo's heart, Ye Bufan immediately made a decision. That was to not let anyone know the true power of the Emperor Sword. Then, he would use Yan Shuo's corpse as a cover. After he stabbed out with the sword, he immediately recalled the Emperor Sword back to the Sun Space. He didn't let anyone see the 'murder weapon'.

"You... You... actually killed Uncle Yan!" Faang Lin was so excited that she almost went crazy. Other than pointing at Ye Bufan and roaring loudly, she could not say anything else.

Yan Shuo's status in the entire Fang family was not low. This time, he escorted her to the Spirit Treasure Pavilion where the Dragon King was going to participate in the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Meeting not because of her face. Now that he died in front of her, she would definitely be punished when she returned to the Fang family. Furthermore, without Yan Shuo's help, it would be even more difficult for her to walk further in the Spirit Treasure Pavilion.

Yan Shuo's death could be said to be a heavy blow to Faang Lin.

"Hehehe, even if I kill him, what can you do? Not only did I kill him, I also want to kill you!" Ye Bufan sneered and walked out of the shed. He walked towards Faang Lin step by step.

It was not that he liked to kill all of them. He did not have the values of killing arrogant rich kids like Faang Lin as soon as possible, but scaring her still made him feel very interesting.

Sure enough, Faang Lin was frightened. She was a Fourth Grade of Martial Origin warrior, but she didn't have any intention of fighting back. She was only scared and kept stepping back, desperately calling for the skinny old man.

"Elder Mu, Elder Mu! Quickly come and save me! I don't want to die!"

When the skinny old man saw Faang Lin like this, he knew that if he didn't speak now, there would really be no way to save her. Even if the other party did not exterminate them all, Eldest Miss's fighting spirit would also be completely lost. The path of cultivation was always about courage and advancement. If one did not have the fighting spirit, it would be difficult to continue cultivating, let alone fighting with others.

The thin old man pulled Faang Lin and told her to hide behind him. He tried his best to stop his hunched body and stopped Ye Bufan.

"Old man, do you want to die too?" Ye Bufan glared at him. Faang Lin, who was hiding behind the old man, trembled in fear.

Ye Bufan finally understood what was going on. This Old Mu actually didn't have any cultivation base on him. He didn't think that the man in black was someone who had surpassed the Sixth Grade of Martial Origin.

Of course, the aura of the old man was different from that of an ordinary person. There was no trace of the behavior of an expert.

Ye Bufan suddenly thought of a kind of person. It was very likely that Elder Mu was that kind of person.

In order to prove his guess, although his glare made Faang Lin shiver, it was actually mainly directed at Elder Mu.1

As expected, after he glared at Elder Mu, the Qi on Elder Mu's body suddenly changed. It seemed to have erupted with Qi that far exceeded Yan Shuo's. However, this Qi did not even last for a moment before it dissipated into thin air.

Elder Mu revealed a bitter smile on his face. Ye Bufan had also confirmed his guess.

Old Mu was a cultivator. Or rather, he was once a cultivator, a very powerful cultivator. He was so powerful that he could possibly ascend to the Super Level World!

Unfortunately, that was all in the past. Most likely, Elder Mu couldn't withstand the lightning tribulation when he ascended. As a result, not only did he fail to ascend, his cultivation base had also completely vanished, and he couldn't even cultivate anymore.

This was something that happened in the past. Elder Mu most likely failed to withstand the lightning tribulation when he ascended. In the end, not only did he fail to ascend to the ___, his cultivation base had also completely vanished, and he could no longer cultivate anymore. People were called Sixth Grade of Martial Origin Half, while Elder Mu was a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin Half.

Since Ye Bufan knew Elder Mu's identity, he no longer had any interest in threatening him. To deal with an ordinary person, especially a Sixth Grade of Martial Origin and a half, he felt that it was unfair to win.

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