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"No, I don't dare, I don't dare." Fan Gao broke out in a cold sweat.

However, there was one person who secretly remembered that it was Fan Tong. Today he had been humiliated to such an extent, how could he not bear a grudge? It was just that he did not have the strength now, so he would only come to a conclusion after understanding the situation.

Finally, with the support of the crowd, Fan Tong disappeared from their line of sight.

Everyone could only look at each other. Their faces were filled with astonishment, and they had yet to recover from the earlier scene.

"It's auctioned, it's auctioned! The books of the Jin Xing Trading Company are sold at a low price. Come quickly and take a look!" The fat guy cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

"I want it, I want it." With what had just happened, the onlookers did not even think that this fatty was a swindler. They were already completely convinced that the book in Fatty's hands was definitely a secret scripture, and were scrambling to buy it.

"60 low grade Source Stones."

"Sixty-one!"

… …

Under everyone's discussion, the competition on the stage had already reached the point where the contestants would fight amongst each other. These past few rounds of distribution didn't put Yang Fan and the others together, but it was a good thing that this was also the case. These people all made it into the top ten.

At this moment, there were two people in the arena, staring at each other with cold gazes. It was as though they had the intent to kill, as if the other party was a mortal enemy.

The two people on the stage were none other than Yang Fan and Qin Ye. At this moment, the corners of Qin Ye's eyes slightly raised as a look of disdain appeared on his face. He stared at Yang Fan and coldly stated, "Although I don't know why you reject me, I want to let you know that not everyone can reject me. Moreover, I don't even think highly of anyone who wants to be my friend. I gave you guys a chance, but you actually dared to reject me like this. "

Towards Qin Ye's words, Yang Fan only felt disgust. He didn't know if it was due to the person himself or the influence that came from the depths of the spiritual altar, but he could clearly feel that his temperament was changing.

Especially towards Qin Ye's arrogant and arrogant tone, he felt a great deal of anger, and a kind of revulsion slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Fan coldly stared at Qin Ye, not showing any expression. He was as calm as water, with only an ice-cold expression on his face.

Qin Ye coldly glanced at Yang Fan, and then took a small step forward. He released his aura to deter Yang Fan, and after adjusting the sleeves of his collar, he said: "Although I know that you are very strong and have hidden your cultivation, but you still don't know the gap between your cultivation and the seventh level of the Postnatal realm. The gap between the first level and the seventh level is like a chasm, you can never imagine it.

Yang Fan was still as calm as ever, and he slowly spoke, "Then I won't hold back in teaching you."

Qin Ye's expression was cold as he shook his head in disdain: "If you don't appreciate my kindness, I will let you know that you are nothing more than a flea that hopped far away."

Qin Ye had an indifferent expression on his face. After which, he rushed towards Yang Fan with extreme speed. His body inclined slightly, and with every step he took, he let out a low groan. Qin Ye's silhouette instantly turned into a streak of golden light as he dashed towards Yang Fan.

He was so fast that it caused everyone watching outside to feel a sense of dizziness, they could only see the flash of golden light, and then something unbelievable happened. When everyone saw it clearly again, Qin Ye had already arrived in front of Yang Fan. The golden Spiritual Energy wrapped around his arm was like a jet of fire, and that strike definitely contained half of Qin Ye's strength.

But of course, no matter how fast Qin Ye was, Yang Fan was still able to see everything clearly. Under that golden light, Yang Fan stood there calmly, not moving an inch.

Just as Qin Ye's golden fist was about to hit Qin Ye's chest, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth. It was as if everything was under his control.

Yang Fan suddenly raised his hand and formed a circle with his palm. At the same time, a golden Spiritual Energy surged out from his palm and wrapped around Qin Ye's Spiritual Fist.

"Bang!"

Sounds of collisions rang out in the arena. Qin Ye's fist seemed to have frozen in place as he stared in astonishment at the smiling youth. Qin Ye could feel the immense force emitting from Yang Fan's body.

"This …"

Shocked voices erupted from outside the stadium. Many people thought that they wouldn't be able to withstand that attack at such a fast speed. At the very least, they would be in a somewhat sorry state. However, the reality astonished them.

Many people didn't even see what had happened. They only saw Qin Ye's attack being blocked by Yang Fan, and from the looks of it, it was very easy.

"Such a fast speed!"

Those who had good eyesight and strength naturally could see more or less when their eyes focused on that strike. They muttered to themselves, and they could vaguely see how fast Yang Fan's attack speed was at that instant. Qin Ye could be said to be as fast as an arrow, so it could be said that Yang Fan's attack speed was as fast as lightning.

This was simply a humiliation. Qin Ye originally had absolute confidence in his attack, but now that it was in front of Yang Fan, everything seemed so light.

Although he didn't clearly understand what had happened, he had casually dispelled his attack with a raise of his hand. This was an undisguised slap to the face. He looked at Yang Fan's face, and his expression became ferocious. The spiritual energy within his body rushed out without restraint, and the spiritual energy enveloping his fist became even stronger, once again striking out towards Yang Fan.

However, even in the face of Qin Ye's ferocious attacks, Yang Fan remained motionless. No matter how hard Qin Ye tried, he was unable to break Qin Ye's defense.

The scene on the field was extremely comical, as if this was a joke. Qin Ye's crazy attacks didn't pose any real threat to Yang Fan. Instead, it allowed others to see the difference between the two of them, as if they weren't on the same level.

"This, this also..."

Some people who were able to clearly see the movement technique were somewhat surprised and couldn't speak clearly. Facing the crazy attack of an opponent with strength at the seventh level of the Houtian realm, who could be so calm and collected? This was not something that a person with only a part of his cultivation could do.

When Brahma Valley saw this scene, their eyes also lit up. Originally, Yang Fan's group had already caused him to feel somewhat enigmatic. But now, Yang Fan had even surprised him, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch. This was what he had been hoping for.

If he wanted to become strong step by step, he would have to go through continuous training. Only by doing this would he be able to accomplish what his master had instructed him to do. If he was unrivalled, then he wouldn't know his limits. Only in this way would it be interesting! Otherwise, everything would be so boring.