Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 867 Ability

Everyone didn't pay any attention to the words of Ghost Baby and Xia Zhanren.

They only care about one issue now, the battle between Zheng Fan and the inner disciples.

Previously, I just heard that Zheng Fan beheaded ten inner disciples just after he came to Tianxingmen.

As for how to kill and what kind of power it has, I don't understand it all.

Zhao Bingbing, He Liangyi, and Chen Weijie all came to the fence of the pavilion, curious about Zheng Fan's battle.

On the martial arts field.

After Zheng Fan landed on the field, the other five inner disciples glared fiercely at Zheng Fan, then left the training ground and watched from the sidelines.

"Zheng Fan, Senior Sister Yang is such a kind person, why did you kill her, why?" The short, sharp-eyed young disciple looked at Zheng Fan with killing intent.

If he could, he would definitely kill Zheng Fan here.

Zheng Fan listened to the words of the short disciple in front of him, and said calmly: "If she wants to kill me, she must die."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lin Wei didn't believe Zheng Fan's words at all.

In their minds, Senior Sister Yang Xuelan is not as good as Junior Sister Zhao Bingbing in appearance, but they still treat her like a goddess.

The murderer was right in front of him today, how could Lin Wei let Zheng Fan go.

"I want you to die!" Lin Wei's eyes were full of angry flames, looking at Zheng Fan full of killing intent.

Holding a light red long knife in his hand, he slashed fiercely at Zheng Fan's right shoulder.

Lin Wei wanted to cut off all of Zheng Fan's limbs, making his life worse than death, and killed him with one knife.

At this time, Lin Wei had already lost his mind, like a raging beast.

Zheng Fan looked at the long knife that Lin Wei swung, and gently pushed it with his right hand.

The menacing light red long knife shattered immediately, turning into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron and falling to the ground.

"You!" Lin Wei didn't expect that his rare spiritual weapon would be smashed so easily by Zheng Fan.

He was stunned for a moment, his fists gathered strong spiritual power, and swung towards Zheng Fan.

Lin Wei couldn't believe that at such a close distance, his punches as heavy as Mount Tai couldn't hit Zheng Fan and give him a fatal blow.

Zheng Fan watched Lin Wei strike with both fists, his expression was as calm as water, without any panic.

A pale white spot of light condensed on his index finger, and shot towards Lin Wei's fists quickly.

Lin Wei looked at Zheng Fan's tactics and sneered, "Zheng Fan, you look down on me too much to use this method against me."

While speaking, the momentum of Lin Wei's fists suddenly increased, and a few phantoms of flaming bulls could be vaguely seen emerging.

Zheng Fan watched Lin Wei's fists getting closer and closer to him, and his body stood still, without any intention of making a move.

Until Lin Wei's heavy fists were about to hit Zheng Fan, the bright white spot touched Lin Wei's fists.

Lin Wei's fists, like inflated balloons, exploded with a bang the moment they touched the bright white light spot.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wei's fists were used as a weapon, and various parts of his body exploded one after another, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"If you want me to be torn apart, I will let you be torn apart." Zheng Fan looked at the only blood left by Lin Wei on the ground with a cold expression.

The five inner disciples were all stunned seeing Zheng Fan's methods.

They began to waver in their hearts, wondering whether they should continue to choose Zheng Fan.

"Lin Wei didn't take Huaxue Pill, otherwise he wouldn't have died so quickly."

"Yes, let's take the Huaxue Pill first."

"As long as you can kill the devil Zheng Fan and avenge Senior Sister Yang Xuelan, nothing is impossible."

While speaking, the five inner sect disciples who had previously looked at disdain for Huaxue Pill all swallowed Huaxue Pill into their stomachs.

Zhao Bingbing, He Liangyi, and Chen Weijie just wanted to see how Zheng Fan would fight against his opponent.

Never expected that Zheng Fan's fighting style would be so simple.

Three times, five times and two divisions will blow up the opponent.

Qian Huanmeng, with a soft voice, watched what happened on the training ground, and said to Hou Jinyu: "Master, a duel is not about letting them fight each other to the death. Zheng Fan's doing this is against the rules."

Yu Xinsheng listened to Qian Huanmeng who spoke like a sissy, and said dissatisfied: "Didn't you hear what that disciple said just now, he is going to kill my disciple, so what's wrong with my disciple killing him?"

Gu Yuehe agreed: "Elder Yu is right. Since the other party hates Zheng Fan to the bone, if Zheng Fan falls to the disadvantage, he will definitely die. He is just defending himself."

"You can really talk nonsense." Qian Huanmeng's voice was soft, looking at the sect master Hou Jingyu, "Master, if this matter is not severely punished, our Tianxingmen will be messed up in the future."

Listening to Qian Huanmeng's words, Hou Jingyu said in a coercive voice: "You also have the face to mention this matter?"

His words were to remind Qian Huanmeng that it was good that you were not severely punished for your apprentice Yang Xuelan's assassination of Zheng Fan last night.

Qian Huanmeng listened to Hou Jingyu's words, although she was upset, she didn't dare to say anything more.

He will definitely find a chance to take revenge on his apprentice.

"The next disciple comes in and says who he wants to challenge." Hou Jingyu was very satisfied with Zheng Fan's previous performance, and did not plan to punish Zheng Fan.

As long as Tianxingmen can have a few more monsters like Zheng Fan, even if it is a little messy, it will be worth it.

At this time, a young disciple with a fat body like a ball came in.

He looked at Hou Jingyu on the pavilion and said loudly, "I want to challenge Zheng Fan."

Hou Jingyu listened to the fat as a ball disciple's words, nodded in satisfaction and said: "Very good, I am not afraid of a strong enemy and challenged resolutely."

On the martial arts field.

The fat young disciple looked at Zheng Fan, gritted his teeth and said, "Big devil, you killed Senior Sister Yang Xuelan and Junior Brother Lin Wei. I will settle the debt with you."

"You are sick." Zheng Fan said indifferently.

I want to seek death, but I can still rely on words after death.

The fat young man just smiled when he heard Zheng Fan's words.

He is very confident in himself now, and after taking Huaxue Pill, his strength has doubled.

Not to mention Zheng Fan, even Chen Weijie, the strongest inner disciple, still has a chance to fight.

Although the obese man is obese, his movements seem to be clumsy.

In fact, the speed of the attack was extremely fast, like lightning. In just one second, thousands of punches were continuously punched at Zheng Fan.

Every punch was thrown with a fierce offensive, as if one mountain after another was bombarding Zheng Fan.

There was a sneer at the corner of Zheng Fan's mouth, and his body easily took over the fat man's fist, "Even if you take the Huaxue Pill, is this all you can do?"

"You!" Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the obese man became annoyed and said, "I rely on my true skills, so don't talk nonsense."

"Really?" Zheng Fan gently pulled his right hand, pulling himself in towards the fat man, followed by turning his left hand into a palm, and slapped the fat man's abdomen.

puff.

The obese man spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the blood was a bright red pill the size of a fingernail.

(End of this chapter)