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Right now, the situation was very clear. Tiger King had always been tough, and even though Xia Yan's tentacles had been revived, he was still pushed down.

After the last part of the tentacle had been gnawed clean, Chen Fan had already arrived in front of Xia Yan.

Even though he only took a single step forward, he was being attacked by hundreds and thousands of Spiritual Consciousness. Every tentacle treated him as a thorn in his side, and in such a narrow space, there was not much room for him to dodge.

In the midst of this intense battle between the Spiritual Consciousness, Chen Fan was unharmed and passed through the core of the battle circle. By this time, Tiger King had already set up his posture, one order from him was enough to swallow Xia Hong's head.

Things like Spiritual Consciousness s, the effect of spreading directly between the eyebrows is definitely the best. No matter how meticulously you control it, there will be a certain amount of loss along the way.

Chen Fan had gotten into his old trouble again, and couldn't help but correct the little guys' misdeeds.

Besides, I don't think you care about this battle at all. Or rather, you are just pretending to be cool and handsome from the beginning to the end.

You! Xia Yan did not expect that he would lose so quickly. His face was flushed red, but he could not refute any further.

He had never expected that his opponent would be an old monster with tens of thousands of years of memories.

Even if he did not have the strength from before, at least he still had a sense of scope of what was happening. In Chen Fan's eyes, his Three-legged Art seemed to have been slowed down by a hundred times, and he could easily avoid it.

The surrounding disciples had yet to recover from their shock, it was obvious that Xia Yan had the upper hand in just a few breaths of time. His tentacles had all dispersed, and his godly aura had been completely suppressed by someone just like that.

When Nangong Yi saw this scene, ripples began to rise in Gu Jing's calm heart, making it difficult for him to see through this young man. Nangong Yi frowned, as if he had other intentions.

Next. Chen Fan rushed in front of the Great Clan Elder and shouted.

It had been many years since he had fought against these young Rankers, and Chen Fan felt that some of his vitality had been ignited.

and he should contact more of the Young Outstanding s in order to assimilate into his current identity, so that he could return to the peak of power even faster.

It's just a game of dog shit luck and you're still smug here. Let's see how long you can continue laughing for.

Lu Ping walked in front of Chen Fan, his voice like ice.

Senior Martial Brother Lu, you can do it!

He had to teach this brat a lesson. This was Spirit Ruins Sect, not that declining Qing Xuan Sect of his. Hahaha.

Relax, I heard that Senior Martial Brother Lu has already touched the Foundation Establishment Stage barrier and will make a breakthrough soon. This guy is definitely not a match for him.

The enthusiasm of many disciples was ignited once again. After all, the mainstream Cultivation Realm was still the increase in Spiritual Energy s.

Hence, in their minds, Lu Ping, who had definitely reached Qi Disciple level 9, was the most powerful, and it would not be difficult for him to crush Chen Fan.

Let me see how strong the genius experts of the Spirit Ruins Sect are. Chen Fan was also somewhat looking forward to it.

Boom!

The two of them started fighting fiercely, and with the former's anger, Lu Ping directly avoided the part where both parties tried to attack, and the surging Spiritual Energy quickly surrounded them.

Waves of sharp Qi started to run all over the place, attempting to enter Chen Fan's body, but the latter would not allow anyone to do as they pleased.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When he came into contact with the Taiji Fist, he struck it with his palm. The majestic Spiritual Energy collided wantonly in the air, and soon, layer after layer of depressions were formed. It was evident how powerful the collision was.

However, Chen Fan's control over the palm technique was far superior to his opponent's. It looked like it was aimed at the neck, but at the final critical point, he would divert another portion of the force towards the lower abdomen, starting with unbridled destruction.

Which was to say, Lu Ping had the advantage of cultivation realm. Thus, he wasn't the slightest bit worried about the Spiritual Energy being exhausted. Every time he threw a punch, it would be extremely powerful, to the point where he couldn't wait to smash the entire Martial Arts Practice Grounds.

Boundless energy surged as spiritual light flashed and intersected between the two of them. However, there were no traces of it with the naked eye. Cracks appeared on the ground, but they quickly healed.

Not bad, you are much stronger than that brat just now.

Chen Fan said while chuckling. The Heavenly Heart Formula that he was channeling had not stopped since Lu Ping had arrived, and an endless supply was being supplied from his body.

With regards to this, Chen Fan obviously needed to report more. Tiger King had already disappeared, and two slender tongues of flame instantly appeared in his hands, spreading out to a length of more than ten meters, quickly forming a tight protective net with a wave of his hands.

No matter how many strong winds Lu Ping sent out, he was still unable to break through this barrier. The temperature in the air was rapidly rising, but even if he wanted to get close to it, he couldn't.

Ah!" Bastard, within ten moves, I will make you beg for mercy!

Lu Ping shouted harshly. His five fingers came together as a giant palm imprint was released. After brewing for a long time, the amount of Spiritual Energy that was carried on it could be said to be massive. It vaguely had the power to suppress the heavens and the earth.

Before coming into contact with the two tongues of flame, the Spiritual Qi had been constantly gathering along the way. The size of the palm print quickly increased to the size of a house and cast a large shadow on the ground.

Boy, you're dead. Veins throbbed on Lu Ping's forehead. His voice was ice-cold, giving off waves of chilliness.

This fellow's temper wasn't small, so he was quite a good source of nourishment. Chen Fan almost wanted to laugh out loud. If it wasn't for the fact that there were so many Spirit Ruins Sect Rankers around, he would have directly captured Lu Ping and kept him in captivity.

From time to time, he would get angry. With his temper, he seemed to be able to match up to half an elder in terms of atmosphere.

Senior Martial Brother Lu was truly extraordinary; he could kill him with a single slap.

Luckily he had the [Spiritual Consciousness] Inherent Skill, but that was it. He had knelt down and begged for mercy, giving up on the thought of marrying us.

With this brat's treacherous look, Senior Brother Lu must be careful, he might even use Spiritual Consciousness to sneak an attack him.

One person fighting, with a large group of martial brothers guiding them from behind. Although it wouldn't be of much help, it was enough to distract them.

Puff, puff. Chen Fan opened up the wings on his back, but didn't fly up to the sky. After pondering for a bit, he saw hundreds and thousands of Lingyu flying out, and the light aura surged even faster.

Every single one of them was incomparably sharp, and they were like small knives as they surrounded that palm print. Two tongues of flame crackled as they violently twitched in the air.

Normally, it was used to refine various treasures, but now that it had been compressed a little by Chen Fan, the temperature of a few inches of space could even melt metal.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Fan, who was only at Qi Disciple Level 6, was indeed not Lu Ping's match. However, his experience could not be underestimated.