The woman of the peerless Immortal Emperor can't be provoked

Chapter 162
Nangong Wuji is worthy of being a genius who has practiced in the Hall of Spirits.

The talent to be able to integrate the unique knowledge of the Spirit Hall into the family's unique knowledge is amazing.

Moreover, the eighteen shadows are graceful and extremely beautiful.

The title of the most beautiful man is indeed well-deserved.

Even the moves are so full of kindness.

A group of female fans of Nangong Wuji's eyes lit up, almost screaming with excitement.

However, when they saw Cai Lin standing high like a queen, they had no choice but to suppress this impulse.

However, at this moment, their eyes are full of obsession, and they have already determined that their idol will win without a doubt.

Chu Fan stood there indifferently, surrounded by eighteen figures.

Ordinary people can't tell which figure is the real Nangong Wuji.

Now, eighteen figures were attacking Chu Fan from all directions at the same time.

Chu Fan was in the middle, with nowhere to hide.

"Under such an attack, Chu Fan may be in trouble!"

The crowd exclaimed.

But at this moment, Chu Fan took a step forward, aimed at a figure, and slapped out with his palm.

This palm was as fast as lightning, and without any warning, it was extremely abrupt.

Not to mention everyone, even Nangong Wuji himself didn't react at all.

Snapped!
So, he slapped this figure with a palm.

Then, the figures attacking from all around were instantly shattered and turned into nothingness.

Nangong Wuji's real body was slapped to the ground by Chu Fan.

At this time, before Nangong Wuji could make any movement, a foot had already stepped on his head.

The terrifying power made his incomparably handsome face rub against the Lingdoutai most intimately.

Therefore, at this moment, Nangong Wuji was in extreme pain, but was unable to struggle.

The more he struggled, the more his head would be pressed to the ground, rubbing harder.

Such a posture is absolutely embarrassing.

Especially for Nangong Wuji, a proud man known as the most beautiful man in the world.

"what!"

Under the stage, Nangong Wuji's female fans couldn't help covering their mouths.

Along with the heartache, there was another weird feeling.

Because, in their hearts, the extremely powerful and handsome Mr. Wuji was actually defeated by Chu Fan.

For them, this kind of blow is unimaginable.

At least, the image of Nangong Wuji has slowly collapsed in their hearts.

But Chu Fan, who they had been belittling all the time before, exuded an invincible power instead, frightening everyone around, and while hitting them in the face, it also made their hearts tremble secretly.

"What's the use of dancing well?"

"It's for killing, not for playing."

"I don't even understand this principle, and I just blindly pursue the beauty of the moves, ignoring the true essence of the moves and exercises. This is completely sacrificing the basics."

"So, a waste like you really doesn't deserve to be my opponent."

At this moment, Chu Fan's voice sounded, and everyone who was in shock woke up.

"No, it's impossible!"

"How can you tell which one is my real body?"

Nangong Wuji yelled that he could not accept such a result.

In other words, he has never been hit like this since he was born.

"Just a rubbish trick like yours, not to mention that the exercises themselves are too low-level to be seen, it's your own cultivation, and you can't make any sense of it!"

"When I close my eyes, I can feel that one is your real body."

"So, I really don't know why you are so confident?"

Chu Fan shook his head, and then kicked Nangong Wuji off the Lingdou stage like garbage.

"Scary, terrible!"

"With one move, Nangong Wuji was defeated. How strong is Chu Fan?"

The crowd watching took a breath.

And at this moment, even the aloof Gu Mengxue couldn't help but look at Chu Fan a few more times.

There was a look of surprise in her eyes.

Only she can feel the means Chu Fan showed, how high-level it is, far above the spirit world.

"There must be a secret hidden in this child!"

"Perhaps, the secret in her is related to the world I came from."

Gu Mengxue thought to herself.

"Chu Fan, you dare to hurt my brother, I will never let you go."

At this moment, Nangong Caiwei's voice sounded.

She stood on a ring and stared coldly at Chu Fan from a distance.

"Hurt him?"

"Unless there are regulations here, no killing is allowed."

"Do you think I will only hurt him?"

Chu Fan responded coldly.

"you"

Nangong Caiwei was so angry at what Chu Fan said on the spot that she couldn't speak.

But at this time, Nangong Wuji flew down from the stage to kill Chu Fan again.

"Chu Fan, I don't believe it!"

"You, there is no way you can defeat me."

Nangong Wuji roared angrily as he came to kill.

This time, holding the natal spiritual weapon in his hand, he slashed in the air.

"Kill through the air!"

Nangong Wuji used the trick in "Phantom Kill".

At this moment, he was already dazzled by anger.

Humiliated by Chu Fan, he wanted to wash it off on the spot.

And the only way to wash away the shame is to defeat Chu Fan and trample him underfoot.

"No, brother!"

Seeing this scene, Nangong Caiwei exclaimed and wanted to stop it.

Although she hated Chu Fan extremely, but as the saying goes, a bystander knows everything!

She could see clearly the scene just now.

Her elder brother Nangong Wuji was indeed no match for Chu Fan.

Even Chu Fan's defeat of Nangong Wuji just now was just an understatement, and he didn't use his real strength at all.

Therefore, Nangong Wuji's impulsive attack on Chu Fan at this time is simply asking for humiliation.

However, it was obviously too late for Nangong Caiwei to stop her at this time.

Nangong Wuji's move was a killer move, and once it was used, it could not be taken back.

And the next scene shocked the audience again.

As soon as Chu Fan pointed it out, Nangong Wuji's air-breaking kill was broken.

Clang!
Moreover, Nangong Wuji's natal spiritual weapon was broken by Chu Fan's finger and scattered everywhere.

puff!
Nangong Wuji's body shook, and he was injured by the shattered natal spirit weapon on the spot.

At this time, Chu Fan's movements did not stop, and he continued to strike.

pop, pop, pop
Chu Fan slapped Nangong Wuji's face continuously with his palms like the wind.

In an instant, Nangong Wuji was turned into a pig's head by Chu Fan, and then thrown aside like garbage.

This time, Nangong Wuji was dying and finally passed out.

"This"

All the people were in a daze.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Wuji was abused so badly!
At the beginning, it was Nangong Wuji who was clamoring to trample Chu Fan under his feet and turn him into a dog.

But now, apparently everything is reversed.

"Chu Fan, how dare you hit Mr. Wuji so hard?"

"Nangong Wuji is an outer disciple of the Spirit Hall, are you hitting the face of the Spirit Hall?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The second prince, Gu Shaoyu, pointed at Chu Fan and loudly accused him.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the envoys of the Spirit Hall on the high platform changed, and they were extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)