Lingwu Temple, Lingwu Temple.
The Holy Lord of Lingwu and Our Lady of Red Lotus sat high, looking at the main hall.
Under the two of them, on the left and right sides, there were eighteen seats. On each seat, there was a terrifying and powerful man.
Half-step saints, these thirty-six people are all half-step saints, and they are not ordinary half-step saints in the early and middle stages, most of them are late half-step saints, and many of them have reached the pinnacle of half-step saints.
They are all outstanding among the senior veterans. One of them, wearing a blue robe, with a childlike look, exudes a powerful vitality that is difficult to describe in words. It seems that with a little breath, he can live to death.
This old man is no one else, but the Aoki Senator, one of the three elders who have taken refuge in Yang Fan, and one of the top half-step saints.
In the center of the hall, there are two young men standing.
One person is dressed in a black robe, twenty or so, sword eyebrow star, the whole body is restrained, and does not show the slightest breath of strong people, returning to the basics.
One was wearing a blue gown and carrying a long sword with a sheath on his back, like a peerless divine sword out of the sheath, with sharp sharp edges and arrogant demeanor. It seemed that there was nothing that he could give to his heart.
These two people are the first young master of Lingwu Sacred Palace, Haogan, and Lingwu Sacred Palace, the first evildoer in history, Yang Fan.
In the end, the Holy Master Lingwu still agreed to Hao Qian's request and agreed to fight Yang Fan, so that he could be convinced.
At the same time, it is also considered to dispel the doubts in the hearts of other elders. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even they would not believe that Yang Fan had comparable, or even suppressed, half-step saint power.
The half-step great sage who is less than fifty years old is already shocking enough to the world. If there is such a terrifying power, will this still be a human
In the Lingwu Sacred Palace, most of the veterans were skeptical about this, and even many people felt that the Lingwu Sage Lord's change of generals was a trivial matter.
You shouldn't be like this no matter how you spoil Yang Fan, this is totally joking with the interests of the holy palace.
"Yang Fan, Hao Gan, this battle is just to compete with each other, until you click, and you can't hurt your life!!!" The Lingwu Lord's eyes wandered on Yang Fan and Hao Qian, and finally stayed on Yang Fan, slightly He warned that others might be jealous of Hao Qian's identity, but he was certain that Yang Fan would never be a little jealous. Even the veteran of the Saint Palace said that he would dominate, and there is really no taboo.
Although Hao Qian's talent is far less than Yang Fanwan's, he is also the top peerless evildoer in the world. As long as he does not fall, he will at least be a half-step saint in the future.
If it were to fall here, it would be too unworthy.
"My Lord, don’t worry, the disciple will never hurt Junior Brother Yang Fan." Before Yang Fan could speak, Hao Qian smiled confidently. In this battle, he just wanted to regain his qualifications to play, not really wanting Yang Fan’s life. , At best, is to teach it a lesson.
With Yang Fan's current status in the Lingwu Sacred Palace, not to mention that he is only the son of a great patriarch, he is the son of a true sage supreme. He dared to kill Yang Fan, and his final end will be extremely sad.
Upon hearing this, the Holy Master Lingwu rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, Hao Gan Ha Hao Gan, why don't you know anything about yourself? I didn't tell you what I said, but I didn't reveal it.
And even if he said it, this Hao wouldn't worry about it. Sometimes, if he didn't let him feel despair, it was impossible for him to know how big the gap between him and Yang Fan was.
Lingwu Saint Master waved his hand, and an ancient scepter representing the supreme power appeared in his hand.
Sacred Artifacts—Lingwu Sacred Rod, a symbol of the status of the Lingwu Lord, and a symbol of power.
This battle is different from the battle between Yang Fan and Young Master Kamikaze fifteen years ago. Any enchantment can hold the battle between the two.
Not to mention Yang Fan, the monster, Hao Gan was also a half-step saint, the top combat power, ordinary enchantment, simply withstand the battle between the two.
If there is an accident in the middle, tell him where to put his old face.
Between breaths.
"Rumble..."
With a finger of the Lingwu holy rod in the hands of the Holy Master of Lingwu, countless purple-gold rays of light fell from the sky. Soon, an ancient arena rose up in the center of the hall. Around that arena, there was a layer of pale gold enchantment. It is difficult to destroy the enchantment of that side if the saints fight in half a step at the peak.
The sacred weapon is the supreme weapon of the saint, and its power is by no means comparable to the quasi-sacred weapon.
Even if there is no official envoy, relying on instinct alone is enough to suppress most half-step saints.
"Junior Brother Yang Fan, please."
Hao Gan smiled indifferently, stepped out and stepped into the golden enchantment.
Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and his figure flashed before entering the golden enchantment.
The arena seems to be the size of a few acres of land, but after Yang Fan entered, he discovered that there was something else in it. The two of them appeared directly in a starry sky, surrounded by stars and vast expanse.
Inside the hall.
A group of elders looked at the two who were about to fight when they entered the arena, and they talked for a while.
"This battle can be called the pinnacle of the young generation. I wonder who will be better?"
"In terms of talent, the sixth young master is unparalleled in the world, and no one is invincible, but the potential is only potential after all, and this victor should be the first young master."
"Yes, no matter how strong the talent is, it will take some time to transform it into strength. The sixth young master Yang Fan is really too young. If you want to beat His Highness Haogan, it will take a few hundred years."
Most veterans don’t think much of Yang Fan. Yang Fan is too young. No matter how enchanting, it is impossible to completely ignore those millions of years. The first young master, Hao Qian, is also an oppressive generation. The peerless evildoer.
"Huh! A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, how powerful is the master than you can imagine, and it is said that the master is not the opponent of that Hao Gan, and see how the master will hit your gang of old things in the face!!!" He glanced at the elders around him displeasedly, but he didn't directly refute anything. The hard facts would tell them how wrong they were.
In the arena.
Yang Fan and the first young master Hao Qian are thousands of miles away, and they are swaying and opposing each other.
"Junior Brother Yang Fan, you can't be your brother's opponent now, give up! Brother doesn't want to hurt you." Hao Qian moved his lips, admonishing, if not necessary, he didn't want to offend Yang Fan too much. With its potential against the sky, Lingwu Sacred Palace is likely to be respected in the future.
"That's it? The boring farce should also be over." Yang Fan yawned lazily, farce. For Yang Fan, this battle was completely a boring farce, if it weren't for the Lingwu Holy Master personally transmitted it. , He didn't bother to take care of this Hao Qian.
Although he is the number one young master and the number one powerhouse of the young generation, he gives Yang Fan the feeling that he is much worse than that of Fang Hong. He really can't raise his desire to fight.
It's just that these words are heard in the ears of everyone, but it is like a thunderbolt in the blue sky, thunderous and tender.
"Fuck, I heard you right, farce, Yang Fan actually regarded this peak battle as a farce."
"Are there any mistakes? This is too much to put His Highness Hao Qian in his eyes."
"Or do you really have that ability?"
However, aside from shock, some veterans began to shake, looking at Yang Fan's appearance, his temperament was restrained, and he didn't seem to be such a madman.
"Yang Fan, you..." Hao Qian's face was livid, and a touch of sorrow crossed his eyes, Yang Fan, Yang Fan, even if you are the number one evildoer in my Lingwu Sacred Palace, you should not be so defiant. He has never suffered such humiliation when he grows up.
He just didn't wait for Hao Gan to finish the rest of the story.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
Yang Fan's body was infinitely taller, and his whole body surged wildly, suddenly surpassing the scope of the early half-step saint.
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ... ..
In all directions, countless spaces are distorted, a large number of stars are shattered, and they are as bright as fireworks.
"Ah! This momentum...really, everything is true..." a veteran screamed, his grandmother's, the rumors are actually true Yes, this little monster actually killed Fang Hong, and there is no reason, how could there be such a monster in the world.
As the person involved, Hao Qian was even more horrified. He burst into tears, like the screams of a bereaved concubine, "How can this be, how old are you, God is unfair, God is unfair!!!"
Yang Fan sneered, "Come here for me!!!"
The voice is high above, like the voice of a god.
Just a claw fell, as if catching a chicken, and grabbed it towards Na Hao.