1117: C1117 Work Hard Young Man!

C1117 Work Hard Young Man!

Ye Bufan snorted. "You pretended to be a joker because you wanted to get close to me, and then suddenly your soul left your body and attacked me with a long sword. Sure enough, you have some ideas. However, you still failed. This means that you will not win!"

"I didn't expect it to be like this! Hsing Wudao is indeed a deep schemer!"

"Ye Bufan is not bad either. At the last moment, he thought of using his own way to return the favor, but he was still a little bit lacking."

"Didn't you notice that these two people can use their divine souls to drive things away?"

"What the heck, it really is. We're falling behind, we're falling behind! "

"Work hard, Sao Nian."

Hearing Ye Bufan say his move, Hsing Wudao was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "That's right, you are the right one. This is how I planned to deal with you."

"This move has failed. Show me all your other moves." Ye Bufan coldly harrumphed.

"Failed?" Hsing Wudao shook his head repeatedly. "I didn't fail. It's best if I can kill you. If I can't kill you, forcing your soul out of your body is also one of my goals. Didn't I achieve my goal now? How can I say that I failed!? "

"Heh, my soul leaving my body can make you so excited. Are you so sure that you can defeat me in a divine soul battle?" Ye Bufan ignored his posturing.

"Of course!" Hsing Wudao answered firmly, "I've already asked around. Your psychic power is just a non-elemental sword light. And my Spiritual Sense is the Demonic Flame of Sulphur! One is a third-rate sword light while the other is a first-rate sword light. Is there a need to say more? You've already lost!"

" You're so confident? Be careful not to get slapped in the face later!" Ye Bufan suddenly felt that he had overestimated Hsing Wudao previously. This fellow was just a joker. It was just that it was normal to take notes in a certain department. Could he be considered a scheming joker?

There is a classification for the Spiritual Sense realm, such as the third-rate, second-rate, and super first-rate Divine level. However, this classification has never been formulated by an authoritative organization. It is completely a classification that is passed down in the Pugilistic World, a joke among cultivators.

This was because as long as one was a truly intelligent cultivator, they would know that there had never been a trashy Spiritual Sense in this world, and only trashy cultivators.

Any kind of trashy Spiritual Force might be able to display extraordinary power in the hands of a cultivator. It was even possible to defeat a second-grade, or even super first grade Spiritual Force cultivator.

Even that Sword Cultivator cultivator from back then had been defeated before. Even though the current Sword Spirit was called a Spiritual Sense of the Divine level, wasn't he still going to slowly comprehend it from a defeat?

Hsing Wudao actually felt that he would definitely win just by relying on this kind of joke like grading. If he wasn't a joke, what else could he be?

Ye Bufan suddenly felt that it was meaningless. If his opponent was a scheming and scheming fellow, then he still had some plans to have some fun.

Now that he suddenly realized that his opponent was just a joker with a scheming mind, he instantly lost the desire to fight. If he fought with a joker, wouldn't that make him fall to the level of a joker?

The more he fought, the more Ye Bufan decided to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Alright, alright. Let me see how powerful your First Rated Divine Sense is." Ye Bufan sighed, as if he didn't have any fighting spirit.

"Why did Ye Bufan suddenly lose his fighting spirit?"

"Maybe he knows that his psychic power is not as good as Hsing Wudao's. He knows that he can't win."

"Are you an idiot? There is no trash's psychic power, only trash cultivators! You have never heard of such a famous quote? How could someone just admit defeat based on the level of their Spiritual Sense being inferior to others?"

"But you see, Hsing Wudao and Ye Bufan seem to think so."

"That only means that they are both funny!"

Hsing Wudao could no longer hear what the surrounding audience was saying. He was completely immersed in his own consciousness and began to let his thoughts run wild.

I am going to defeat Ye Bufan. I am going to defeat Ye Bufan. I must defeat him. I will definitely defeat him. I am a First Rated Divine Sense. He was just a Third Rated Divine Sense, so it was only natural for him to defeat him! There will definitely be no obstacles. Wait until I defeat him... I will be the leader of the disciples, and I will be chosen by the elders first. I will be able to get the best mission, and I will be able to suppress him forever. Above their heads!

All kinds of beautiful scenes appeared in Hsing Wudao's mind, and he couldn't help but smile brightly.

This smile made Ye Bufan, who was standing opposite of him, grit his teeth. He thought to himself, This kid is really funny. He hasn't even started fighting yet. What's so beautiful about him? This absent-minded look makes me feel embarrassed to make a move.

After coughing twice, Ye Bufan prepared to wake Hsing Wudao up to give him some professional spirit. After all, there were many disciples watching. It was not a good choice to be so funny in front of so many people. If he was defeated in one move, it would be a waste of the enthusiasm of the crowd.

As a result, Hsing Wudao was deeply immersed in the situation. He didn't respond to Ye Bufan's call at all.

"Alright, since you are courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless." Ye Bufan sneered. His divine soul flew in front of Hsing Wudao with a swoosh. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the longsword in Hsing Wudao's hand.

However, Ye Bufan never expected that just as his hand was about to grab the sword, Hsing Wudao's wrist suddenly turned. The sword in his hand conveniently swiped and cut Ye Bufan's wrist!

Ye Bufan suddenly felt that his wrist was pulled, but with the protection of the sword light and the toughness of his divine soul, it did not cause any harm to him.

But this was enough to make him furious.

He never thought that he would be played by a joke!

Ye Bufan had never thought that Hsing Wudao, who was supposed to be in the middle of the competition, would actually give him such a blow at the last moment. He immediately knew that Hsing Wudao was pretending. His thoughts were really deep.

He did not withdraw his hand. Instead, he took the opportunity to grab Hsing Wudao's wrist.

Hsing Wudao had actually been in a funny state for a period of time. However, the two coughs that Ye Bufan coughed just now had been called back to him.

However, he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity. Sure enough, he had seized the opportunity and cut Ye Bufan's sword.

However, after this slash, Hsing Wudao knew that he was going to suffer. He never thought that Ye Bufan's divine soul would be so tough that the long sword could not cut off his wrist.

Although a divine soul's wrist was cut off, it was completely different from a human's wrist being cut off. A divine soul could tear apart the east wall to mend the west wall. When the wrist was cut off, it could grow a new one, but it could also cause damage to the divine soul.

When a cultivator's level was not high, the recovery of the divine soul was very slow. Once the divine soul was injured, it would take a lot of time to recover. When the time was used to recover, there was naturally no way to cultivate and advance.

When the number of times was increased, the cultivation would naturally fall behind.

This was the idea that Hsing Wudao came up with in an instant. He would cut off Ye Bufan's palm and let him suffer a serious injury. After that, he would forever fall behind him. At that time, he wouldn't be a match for Hsing Wudao.

Hsing Wudao had a great plan, but when he really cut Ye Bufan's wrist, he knew that it would be meaningless. Ye Bufan's wrist was so tough that it wouldn't hurt at all!

Only now did he remember that Ye Bufan seemed to have obtained some kind of Green Pine Sword Skill, which seemed to be able to increase the toughness of the divine soul.

The reason why he did not pay much attention to it before was because he knew that Ye Bufan had obtained the cultivation technique less than ten days ago. To be able to refine a Divine Soul Cultivator to the extent of being able to resist a weapon in such a short period of time, this was impossible in his opinion. Who would have thought that Ye Bufan would be able to turn the impossible into a possibility!

Once the sword was unable to harm Ye Bufan, Hsing Wudao would know that there was danger.

As expected, Ye Bufan did not shrink his hand. Instead, he grabbed his wrist and prepared to snatch the long sword.

Once the sword was taken away, Hsing Wudao did not have Ye Bufan's divine soul that was full of tenacity. He would definitely be injured.

Hsing Wudao suddenly shouted, "It's not that cheap."

Immediately after that, his wrist, which was grabbed by Ye Bufan, suddenly turned as red as a soldering iron. Then he punched out fiercely, wanting to punch his divine soul fist into Ye Bufan's divine soul.

Ye Bufan did not panic. He grabbed Hsing Wudao's wrist to wrestle with him, and at the same time, he put a finger on Hsing Wudao's wrist, and then lightly poked it.

Pffft, Hsing Wudao's divine soul was not as tough as Ye Bufan's. It was stabbed into his body by Ye Bufan's finger all of a sudden.

"What are you doing?" Hsing Wudao asked curiously.

"You will know in a while." Ye Bufan smiled.

Hsing Wudao did not even have time to wait for a while. When Ye Bufan smiled, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

The Devil Flame surrounding his divine soul suddenly boiled up!

"Ah!" Hsing Wudao cried out loudly, the Devil Flame all over his body surging.0

At this moment, he felt as if he had been thrown into a pot of oil. His entire body felt like it was going to be fried from inside out. The Divine Sense's sulfur fire devil flame was suddenly out of his control. It began to explode violently. The Spiritual Qi in his soul also suddenly produced a huge fluctuation. It was difficult to control.

The greatest damage usually came from the inside of his body. How could he not feel uncomfortable when such a sudden change occurred in Hsing Wudao's divine soul? His entire divine soul had even become much dimmer all of a sudden.

Clenching his teeth tightly, Hsing Wudao exerted his strength and pushed Ye Bufan away. Then, he retreated almost 30 meters away before stopping.

However, this retreat had indeed helped him. The Demonic Flame of Sulphur was no longer continuously stimulated by the Spiritual Qi. It finally calmed down. His Spiritual Sense stabilized once again and the Spiritual Qi returned to its original state. However, the consumption just now... It was temporarily unable to make up for it.

His soul had been damaged. Without more than ten days of cultivation, it would be difficult for him to recover to his normal state.

He knew that in this exchange of blows, he had already lost.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!" Hsing Wudao muttered to himself. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had clearly taken the initiative. Although there were some twists and turns in his plan, it hadn't exceeded his expectations.

Although Ye Bufan's divine soul was tougher than he had imagined, he had always felt that even if he could not defeat Ye Bufan, he would never let Ye Bufan injure him.

"Didn't Ye Bufan sense it just now? How could there be such a tough divine soul? How could he have the means to attack? What the hell is going on!?"

Hsing Wudao wanted to roar furiously and ask Ye Bufan the truth, but unfortunately, he had not reached the level where he could speak directly with his divine soul. Apart from feeling stifled and uncomfortable, he could not ask anything else.

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