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Lingwu temple, Lingwu temple.

The holy master of Lingwu and the lady of red lotus were sitting high and scanning the hall.

Under them, on the left and right sides, there were 18 seats respectively. On each seat, there was a formidable and formidable man.

All of them are half step sages. Moreover, they are not ordinary half step sages in junior high school. Most of them are later half step sages, and many of them have reached the peak of half step sages.

All of them are outstanding among the senior elders. One of them is dressed in a blue robe with a white hair and a childlike face. His whole body is full of strong vitality which is hard to describe in words. It seems that only a little breath can make a dead man alive.

The old man was no one else. He was one of the three great elders who took refuge in Yang Fan, and he was also one of the top half step sages.

In the center of the hall, there are two young men standing.

A man in a black robe, 20 up and down, sword eyebrow star, the whole body breath is introverted, does not show any strong breath, return to the nature.

One is wearing a long blue shirt and carrying a long sheath sword. It looks like a unique sword out of its sheath. It is sharp and arrogant. It seems that nothing can be taken into consideration by him.

These two people are haoqian, the first young master of Lingwu holy palace, and Yang Fan, the first evil spirit in the history of Lingwu holy palace.

Finally, the master of Lingwu agreed to haoqian's request and agreed to fight with Yang Fan, so that he could be convinced.

At the same time, it also dispelled the doubts in the minds of other elders. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, even they would not believe that Yang Fan had the power to suppress the general half step sage.

Half step sage, who is less than 50 years old, is already shocking enough. If there is such terrible power again, is this still human?

Most of the veterans in the Lingwu holy palace are skeptical about this, and even many people think that it is a joke for the master to change generals.

You should not spoil Yang Fan any more. This is a joke about the interests of the holy palace.

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"Yang Fan, Hao Qian, this battle is just a duel with each other, and it can't hurt people's lives!" The master of Lingwu wandered on Yang Fan and Hao Qian, and finally stopped on Yang Fan with a slight warning that others might be afraid of haoqian's identity, but he was sure that Yang Fan would never be a bit afraid. Even the elder of the holy palace said that he was the one who would kill and kill, which is really taboo.

Although Hao Qian's talent is far less than Yang Fan's, he is also the most top-notch evil spirit in the world. As long as he does not fall, he will be at least a half step sage in the future. If there are more opportunities, it will be impossible for him to testify.

If it falls here like this, it would be too worthless.

"Lord, don't worry. I won't hurt younger martial brother Yang Fan." Without waiting for Yang Fan to open his mouth, haoqian confidently smiles. In this battle, he just wants to regain his own qualification to fight. He doesn't really want Yang Fan's life. At most, he just teaches him a lesson.

With Yang Fan's status in the Lingwu holy palace, let alone that he is only the son of Da Yuan Lao, the son of a real saint, dare to poison Yang Fan, and his final fate will be extremely sad.

When the master of Lingwu heard the speech, some speechless people turned their eyes. Haoqian, haoqian, why don't you have any self-knowledge? This is not what I told you, but I didn't expose it.

And even if he said that, Hao Qian would not take it seriously. Sometimes, if he didn't feel despair, he couldn't know how big the gap between himself and Yang Fan was.

The next moment......

the holy master of Lingwu waved his hand, and an ancient Scepter representing supreme power appeared in his hand.

The holy instrument is the holy staff of spirit and martial arts. It is the symbol of the status of the master and the symbol of the right.

This war is different from the battle between Yang Fan and Shenfeng Shaozhu 15 years ago. Any border can accommodate two people.

Yang Fan is a monster. Haoqian is also the top fighting force under the half step sage. The ordinary border is basically the battle between the two.

If there is any accident on the way, where should his old face go.

Between breathing.

"Boom..."

with a finger of the holy master of spirit and martial arts, countless purple and golden lights fell from the sky. Soon, an ancient arena rose in the center of the hall. Around the arena, there was a layer of pale gold border. It was difficult to destroy the boundary between the two peak half step saints.

Sacristy is the weapon of saints. Its power is not comparable to that of quasi sacristy.

It is enough to suppress most of the saints, even if they have no instinct.

"Younger martial brother Yang Fan, please."

Haoqian smiles indifferently, steps out, and steps into the golden border.

Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and flashed into the golden border.The arena looked like a few acres of land, but after Yang Fan entered it, he found that there was something else in it. The two of them appeared directly in the starry sky, surrounded by stars. It was boundless.

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inside the hall.

A group of elders looked at the two men who were about to fight in the arena, and for a time they talked in succession.

"This war is the peak battle of the young generation. Who will be better?"

"In terms of talent, the sixth youngest master is incomparable in the world and no one can defeat him. But the potential is only potential, and the winner of this war should be the first one."

"Yes, no matter how strong the talent is, it will take some time to transform it into strength. Yang Fan, the sixth youngest master, is really too young. If you want to surpass his highness haoqian, it will be a few hundred years."

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most of the elders don't think much of Yang Fan. Yang Fan is too young. No matter how evil he is, he can't completely ignore those millions of years. Hao Qian, the first young master, is also a peerless evil spirit who oppresses the generation.

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"hum! A group of frogs from the bottom of a well. How powerful can you imagine that the Lord is not the opponent of haoqian? Let's see how the Lord will beat you old people in the face Aoki took a look at the four week old Zhongyuan with some displeasure, but he didn't directly refute anything. The iron like facts will tell them how wrong they are.

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in the arena.

Yang Fan and the first young master haoqian are thousands of miles away, shaking against each other.

"Younger martial brother Yang Fan, you can't be the opponent of brother Yang Fan. Give up! I don't want to hurt you Hao Qian's lips moved and he admonished him that he didn't want to offend Yang Fan too much. He would probably respect Yang Fan for his potential against heaven in the future.

"Have you finished? That's the end of the boring farce. " Yang Fan yawned lazily and made a farce. For Yang Fan, this war was a complete farce. If it was not for the Lingwu emperor who sent the message in person, he would not have paid any attention to this haoqian.

Although he is the first young master and the strongest one of the younger generation, his feeling to Yang Fan is much worse than that of Fang honglai. He really can't raise his desire to fight.

But the words were heard in the ears of the people, but they were like a bolt from the blue, with thunder burning outside and tender inside.

"Lie ~ trough, I heard you correctly, farce, this Yang Fan actually regards this peak battle as a farce."

"If there is any mistake, I don't pay attention to his highness haoqian."

"Or does he really have that ability?"

...

however, after being shocked, some of the elders began to shake. Looking at Yang Fan's appearance, he was introverted and didn't look like such a wild man.

"Yang Fan, you......". Hao Qian's face is iron blue, and there is a touch of anger in his eyes. Yang Fan, Yang Fan, even if you are the first evil spirit in the holy palace of Lingwu, you shouldn't be so arrogant and so big. He hasn't suffered such humiliation.

It's just not until haoqian has finished his words.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ...

Yang Fan's body was infinitely high, and his whole body momentum soared wildly. All of a sudden, he surpassed the category of the early half step sage.

"Pooh "Pooh Hoo!" "Pooh Hoo!" ...

in all directions, there are countless space distortions, a large number of stars are broken, and they are as bright as fireworks.

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"ah! This momentum... Really, everything is true... "An old man screamed. His grandmother's, that rumor is actually true, the little monster actually killed that Fang Hong. How could there be such a monster in the world.

Hao Qian, as the party concerned, was even more frightened and wanted to break out. He burst out into a heartrending and heartrending scream, "how can this happen? How old are you? God is not fair, God is not fair!"

Just then...

Yang Fan sneered, "come here for me!"

The voice was high above, like the voice of a God.

The next moment....

is that one claw falls down and grabs at nahaoqian like a chicken.

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