The Son of Green-clothed is very dissatisfied. No one has been so disrespectful to him since he was a child. The arrogant boy in black, if I can let you stand and leave today, I will follow your surname from now on!

Everyone present was shocked by such domineering words, and this guy seemed to be too full of words.

The opposite is the Holy Son of one of the three major sects. Who gave him the courage to say this?

Chen Fan still had a faint smile on his face, as if he had planned everything and could not escape from his palm. He stretched out his palm to the man in blue in front of him, and he said slowly.

"What can I do when I'm still slapping on the spot? Come and ask for a fight!"

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere between the crowd was boiling. Everyone was finally sure that the Holy Son would definitely take full advantage.

The Son of Qingyi didn't care about the face of cultivation at this time and gritted his teeth and said, "You damn thing, I want you to kneel at my feet today!"

After the birth of a rage, the Son of Green-clothed gathered all his strength on his right fist. His clothes were full of swelling, and his momentum looked particularly amazing.

The punch was shot, and the overwhelming power shocked everyone. Even though it was not short of the distance from this punch, their sense of crisis was still jumping.

"What a fierce punch, the black boy in front of you is definitely over."

"Isn't this asking for death for the Holy Son of our sect anger? A casual cultivator who has no eyes hopes that he will be a low-key person in the next life."

The disciples of the sect were constantly discussing that even the casual cultivator was not optimistic about Chen Fan.

Everyone widened their eyes, eager to see the result of the object.

Chen Fan was like an old tree planting the roots, his feet tightly tied to the spot. The flesh and blood power in his body was boiling, mobilizing the power between the meridian bones, and then gathering it on his left fist.

The two fists collided fiercely in the air, and the Son of the Blue-clothed had certain advantages because he rushed over with speed, and the power would be even greater.

"Click!"

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the right hand of the Son of the Green-clothed was bent and then folded into an angle that made people feel incredible.

The crisp sound of the broken bones made people feel a little sour, and the disciples of the sect couldn't believe their eyes.

The Son of Green-clothed could not help but let out a sound of pain. The roar contained infinite madness, like a beast on the verge of death. He couldn't believe in his heart that his body could not resist the body of a Venerable later stage.

His right forearm was directly interrupted. If he wanted to completely heal, it would take at least nearly half a year.

During this period, the strength of the Son of the Green-clothed will not be achieved at all. Although he is the Son of the Sect, this position does not mean that he can always sit firmly.

As long as there is an existence with greater potential than him, he is likely to be replaced immediately. The sect is interested in his potential, and now his right forearm has been interrupted, greatly limiting his development.

Endless hatred appeared in the heart of the Saint Son of Green. If he had known that he would not have been entrusted, he would have used his spiritual power to kill the black-clad bastard in front of him!

He felt very regretful. After suffering this great loss, his status as a Holy Son might be in danger.

The battles between the sects are very cruel, just like raising a Gu. Only the strongest can stay and sit in that position.

Others who want to compete for the Holy Son must be destined to be destroyed at any time.

The furious Saint Son of Qingyi began to use his spiritual power. Although there was no spiritual energy around him, this power should not be underestimated.

The loud bang of the air directly bombarded by spiritual power, like a flash of thunder, which made everyone's hearts tight.

Chen Fan's performance just now really surprised the casual cultivators. In their hearts, they also thought they were inferior to those sect monks.

Because there is no good teacher teaching and not enough resources to improve your strength, few casual cultivators can make a name for themselves, but once they understand their unique skills, they can easily make a fortune.

Sect monks also have their shortcomings. They are too easy to follow the steps of their predecessors, and it is difficult to have their own innovations.

In the Miracle Continent, it is difficult to achieve good results by just following the steps of his predecessors. Such an operation can only be said to be a cat that can be painted by a tiger and cannot get the charm of it.

The practice techniques are run according to one's own nature, and everyone's physique and qualities are different, so the techniques suitable for seniors may not be suitable for contemporary practitioners.

Seeing the spiritual power in front of him roaring towards him, Chen Fan's eyes condensed and his body quickly avoided him.

"boom!"

A deep pit exploded on the flat ground behind him, about two meters deep. Chen Fan looked back and couldn't help but sigh at its power.

The cultivation level of the True God in the middle stage is indeed not something I can beat now. It’s just that there is no spiritual energy in the cave, which greatly reduces the effect of spiritual power.

Moreover, the punch he just now made it difficult for the man in green to fully exert his strength. Thinking of this, Chen Fan had the courage to continue fighting.

"It looks like Er'er. Do the three major sects all have wine bags like you?" Chen Fan used words to mock him after avoiding the attack from the opposite side.

Only in this way can the other party be further upset. If you cannot be in a calm state, it will naturally be difficult to think about more problems. You need to be absolutely calm during battles, so that your combat power can be maximized.

The severe physical pain made the Son of the Blue-clothed Holy Son extremely angry. At this time, he heard the sarcastic words of the boy in black, which made him fall into a rampage mode.

The spiritual power on his body was blasting out one after another, and Chen Fan was trying his best to avoid it. At this time, he was like dancing on the tip of a knife, and he would be beaten and vomit blood and fly out if he was accidentally beaten.

"Do you have just such a few tricks? It seems that I still overestimate you." Chen Fan was extremely careful to avoid it, and still refused to give up on the other side.

The Son of Green-clothed began to overdraw his body's strength, and a large amount of spiritual power boiled and roared towards the outside world. After a moment of bombardment, the spiritual power on his body was completely exhausted.

A feeling of fatigue hit his heart, and Chen Fan bullied himself forward at this time. After waiting for you for so long, he finally exhausted all the spiritual power on you!

Chen Fan was not polite at all and punched the other side's cheek. A few bloody teeth flew out, kissed him, and the last time he was fucked by him, he immediately fell to the ground.

Chen Fan smiled and said with a foot on the chest of the man in blue.
Chapter completed!