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"Do you see that? If you can't, get lost!"

Sikong Pengfei had tried many times, and basically, all of them had the same result. However, how could he be willing to give up when facing the strongest martial skill?

Yun Fan glanced at Sikong Pengfei indifferently, and slowly placed his hand on the seal.

With a slight force, his palm was immediately deflected. No matter how much they changed their positions, the result would be the same.

"Scram, even Senior Brother Sikong can't open it, who do you think you are!"

"Don't embarrass yourself. If you could open this Martial Skill book, someone would have already taken it away."

"You overestimate yourself. How laughable …"

The sounds of contempt kept on sounding in his ears, but Yun Fan did not move. Slowly channeling his Fairy Dragon Qi, he lightly pressed down. However, the palm was bounced back.

Sikong Pengfei and company laughed out loud. Just as Yun Fan was about to give up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. However, this time, he bent his index finger and pointed it at the seal.

The Sword Intention that he had just comprehended disappeared with the fall of his forefinger. Instead, it was a form of pandering.

Yes, it was to please.

Ripples spread out on the seal as if it had received the approval of the seal, and it suddenly shattered.

Broken?

Sikong Pengfei and the rest were a little dazed.

They didn't even see Yun Fan use any strength as the seal was actually broken.

In order to obtain this martial skill, Sikong Pengfei had spent a lot of points and entered Nebula Pavilion countless times. He didn't expect that his words would actually benefit the fellow before him.

All the disciples around looked at Yun Fan as if they were looking at a monster.

They had tried every single one of them, not just the disciples who had come to the second floor. In an instant, the gazes of everyone on the second floor all fell on Yun Fan's body.

Yun Fan did not care about that, he extended his hand out and picked up the martial skill, and started observing.

< Sword Manipulation Arts >, to use Qi to control the sword, to use the heart to control the sword, to use God to control the sword, to kill with a single thought from millions of miles away …

Yun Fan was shocked.

Even though the grade of the battle technique wasn't stated in the book, just the words' at the beginning 'was sufficient to cause one to go into a frenzy.

What sort of concept was this?! It was a thought that could kill the opponent from a thousand miles away!

Sikong Pengfei and the rest also saw the first sentence. They all revealed greedy gazes as they reached out to grab it.

Yun Fan turned around, took two steps back, and said coldly: "You're really shameless! Now that I have obtained the martial arts technique, shouldn't you all scram! "

Pui!

Sikong Pengfei spat and said loudly: "When did I say I wanted to go down? Which ear did you hear? Did you hear that? "

"No!" The surrounding disciples said in unison.

They did not dare to offend Sikong Pengfei, otherwise, they would not be able to survive in Outer Peak.

Sikong Pengfei said proudly: "Did you hear that? If you don't, don't blame me for taking action. "

With just a glance, everyone surrounded him.

Yun Fan looked at Sikong Pengfei, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. If this fellow was truly not tactful, he didn't mind teaching him a lesson.

Just as the few disciples were about to throw punches at Yun Fan, a cold voice suddenly shouted, "Since you dare to fight in Nebula Pavilion, I think you all don't want to come back here anymore."

When the voice entered his ears, it was like a thunderclap that shook the soul.

Everyone looked towards the staircase in astonishment, they saw the old man who was previously lying on the chair, slowly walking up.

Seeing the old man, Yun Fan could not help but be taken aback.

No wonder he had a familiar feeling before, so this old man was the same old man that Wishing Peak had met before.

The old man looked at the martial skill in Yun Fan's hand and nodded slightly. He coldly swept his eyes over the crowd and said, "If there is any hatred between you two, you can choose to fight. If you keep on making a ruckus and arguing, then get the hell out of Nebula Pavilion. "

"What is a battle skill?"

Yun Fan blurted out. He had never heard of this thing before. This was clearly him getting the martial skill, so how could there be a battle skill?

However, the old man in front of him was an old man on the Wishing Peak, so Yun Fan was not stupid enough to bicker with him.

"Haha …" Competing in talent? "Haha, this idea is very good!" Sikong Pengfei laughed loudly.

All of the disciples looked at Yun Fan with contempt.

"What an idiot, he doesn't even know how to play!"

"I wonder which mountain these barbarians came from, let me tell you. A fighting competition was a competition of talent. Talent and potential determined the potential of a Cultivator.

Although potential didn't necessarily mean one would definitely become an expert, the chances were much higher. There is a Heavenly Test Stone in the Technique Tower that can test everyone's talent. "

The disciples standing beside him mocked him. It was common knowledge to fight. This fellow doesn't even know how to cultivate a battle qi. I really have no idea how he cultivates it.

"Yun Fan, you just broke the seal, didn't you think you were awesome? "Do you dare to compete with me now, or do you want to admit defeat directly, haha …"

Sikong Pengfei was done laughing. In the Wilderness, his talent was extremely strong since he was young. When he was ten years old, he had eaten a Crimson Vein Fruit, which improved his meridians, improved his perception of martial arts, and even improved his comprehension.

The Red Vein Fruit was a seventh grade spirit fruit. It blossomed and bore fruit after six hundred years, and there was only one fruit in each fruit. Even his Transcending Mortality Stage had gone crazy.

In terms of strength, Sikong Pengfei was still a bit worried. After all, there were many monsters in this world. However, in terms of innate talent, he felt that no one in the same generation could compare with him.

Although Yun Fan's strength was not bad and it was kind of strange, in this aspect, he was definitely the one being crushed.

The surrounding disciples had all gathered, who didn't know of the great name of Outer Peak Duo Xiong? They seemed to have already seen Yun Fan leaving with his face covered in dirt.

"What do you think? If you don't dare, then hurry up and admit defeat. Scram!"

Sikong Pengfei was really afraid that Yun Fan would turn around and leave. He did not want to miss such an easy opportunity to slap him in the face. He wanted everyone to know that in the Outer Peak, he was number one and no one could compare to him.

Yun Fan hesitated slightly as the surrounding disciples laughed even louder.

"We can compete, but on one condition. It's only interesting to have some wager and chips. In front of the elders, whoever loses will never enter Nebula Pavilion! "

Another bet?

Remembering that he had just reneged, Sikong Pengfei was momentarily at a loss for words, his face a little flushed red.

Many disciples had strange expressions on their faces. Sikong Pengfei's talent was certain, this guy actually wanted to place such a big bet.

Never entering Nebula Pavilion meant that they would never have the chance to obtain a cultivation technique or martial skill, just like never entering a sect.

Such arrogance? Was he stupid?

To take the initiative to bet so heavily, could he really be that confident?

Sikong Pengfei was stunned. If this fellow in front of him was not a fool, then he was also confident in his innate talent.

He could have cheated before, but now he had lost in front of all the elders and disciples. Then he would truly be too ashamed to enter Nebula Pavilion.