Chapter 12
"Yes, but it can only be said that Yu Wentian was unlucky to meet Yang Fan. Otherwise, I think Yu Wentian is worthy of his name as the holy son of our Cangtian Sect." There are many admirers of Yu Wentian in the Cangtian Sect.

The next day, the selection of Cangtian Holy Son, which attracted the attention of the entire Cangtian Sect, officially began.

In the morning, the square of the Cangtian Sect was already full of disciples of the Cangtian Sect. These disciples included the outer disciples of the Cangtian Sect, inner disciples and true disciples.

Jing Yuzhu and Rainbow Love who were dumped by Yuwentian also came. Although they were dumped by Yuwentian, they still like Yuwentian, because Yuwentian left a deep impression on each of them.

Caihongqing said to Zhao Qing beside him: "Do you think Yu Wentian will win this time?"

"Yang Fan's strength is well known, how could Yu Wentian have a chance to win." Zhao Qing said very firmly.

Rainbow Love also knew this fact, and couldn't help sighing, even if she wanted to help, she still had more than she could do.

At this time, Yang Fan had arrived at the huge square of Cangtian Sect.

Yang Fan is still dressed in white, combined with Fengshen's handsome appearance and the formidable strength of the Zifu Fourth Heaven, it has already left a deep impression on the hearts of all Cangtian Sect disciples.

Many female disciples looked at Yang Fan with love in their eyes.

Afterwards, Gu Xuan, the suzerain of the Cangtian Sect, and Fu Xuan, the great elder, also came to this square. The selection of the Holy Son of Cangtian is a big event, and they will all come, along with some powerful elders.

The suzerain is not often seen, his arrival made all Cangtian sect disciples excited, and they discussed enthusiastically and talked a lot.

"Today is the selection day of our Cangtian Sect's holy son. Under the witness of everyone, our Cangtian Sect will give birth to a holy son. This is a grand event for our Cangtian Sect." The suzerain Gu Xuan pressed his hands down, faintly The voice spread throughout the huge square, and everyone could clearly hear the suzerain's voice.

"The selection of the Cangtian Holy Son is selected from the true disciples under the age of 30. The selection rules are very simple and fair. Whoever has the highest strength will be the Holy Son of our Cangtian Sect." Gu Xuan said lightly: "Whoever wants to participate in the election All true disciples can stand on the competition platform in front of them."

As soon as Gu Xuan's voice fell, Yang Fan stepped forward at will, crossed a distance of several hundred meters, and stood on one of the competition platforms.

Then there is no more.None of the other true disciples stepped forward.They all know that Yang Fan is the fourth level of cultivation in the Zifu, so of course they won't bring shame on themselves.

This situation is also within everyone's expectations.

"Today's show is Yu Wentian and Yang Fan. Yang Fan has come, but Yu Wentian has not arrived. He must have given up his position as the Holy Son of Heaven."

"It's not impossible. After all, Yang Fan's strength is not only among the disciples, but also among the elders. It is reasonable for Yuwentian to retreat when he knows the difficulty." A disciple said.

Yang Fan on the competition stage just stood there quietly, not in a hurry, with a calm and calm expression on his face, as if the position of the Holy Son of Heaven must belong to him.

Yang Dingtian among the crowd said secretly: "That guy Yu Wentian is afraid, right? Damn, I'm still waiting for Yang Fan to abolish him."

Just when everyone thought that Yu Wentian was not planning to participate in the competition for the Holy Son of Heaven, Yu Wentian came.

Without any extra words, Yu Wentian flew directly to the ring where Yang Fan was, stared at Yang Fan with sharp eyes, and said calmly: "Come and fight!"

"Yuwentian is here, I didn't expect him to dare to come."

"Yu Wentian, you're welcome, after today you will be disabled." Yang Dingtian thought viciously.

Yang Fan glanced at Yu Wentian who was standing opposite him: "Hehe, you are the one who wants to compete with me for the position of Son of Heaven?"

Yu Wentian restrained his aura, Yang Fan's current cultivation was only a little higher than Yu Wentian's, and he didn't see Yu Wentian's true strength at all.

"This Holy Son of Heaven is mine in the first place, and you, an out-of-date true disciple, can fight with me without showing any reason." Yu Wentian said coldly, looking at Yang Fan with disdain.

Exhausted?

Hearing these two words, even with Yang Fan's heart, his face, which was originally indifferent and contemptuous of everything, became gloomy.

"Aren't you overwhelmed? Although it is said that anyone under the age of 30 can participate in the competition for the Holy Son of Heaven, but you are almost 30 years old now, and you still have the guts to compete with me. It's really shameless!" Yu Wentian didn't care about Yang Fan at all. With a gloomy face, he said without hesitation.

The Cangtian Sect disciples in the audience admired Yuwentian's courage when they saw that Yuwentian was still as domineering and arrogant as before. After all, standing opposite him was a terrifying existence with a fourth-level cultivation in the Zifu.

"You, you're courting death!" Yang Fan was also angry, his momentum surged, a gust of wind blew up around him, and the terrifying power swept across, breathtaking.

The suzerain Gu Xuan said in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, the two of you can start a duel, and whoever wins will be the Son of Heaven."

"I have no objection." Yu Wentian said indifferently, for Yang Fan, he showed no fear at all, and looked indifferent.

Yu Wentian's appearance had already annoyed Yang Fan, he stomped heavily on the hard ground of the martial arts platform, shaking the martial arts platform so that it trembled, and then he jumped out suddenly with this powerful counter-shock force , turning into phantoms in mid-air, causing a series of sonic booms at an extremely fast speed.

"Huh? The speed is good."

Yu Wentian commented lightly, surrounded by thunder and lightning, disappeared from the spot with a "swish", leaving only an afterimage, and the whole person instantly turned into a blue lightning, moving across tens of meters.

boom!
Yang Fan's solid punch fell through the air and hit Yu Wentian's afterimage, which turned into dots of light and dissipated.

"Huh? How could this Yu Wentian have such a fast speed?" Yang Fan was puzzled. Although he just punched casually just now, it was not something that a warrior of the first level of the Zifu could dodge.

Yu Wentian sneered disdainfully: "You dare to talk nonsense in front of me with this speed, I don't know the so-called guy!"

"I didn't see it, Yu Wentian, you still have some strength, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant in front of me." Yang Fan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Yu Wentian with a little more seriousness.

"Yang Fan, don't pretend to be powerful in front of labor and management." Yu Wentian said arrogantly, "Anyone who dares to pretend to be dead in the end."

"Hmph! What arrogance, I'll let you see how big the real gap is between us!"

Yang Fan was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, his complexion became extremely gloomy, his aura was firmly locked on Yu Wentian, the vitality circulating in his body was condensed in his palm, and he directly shot a huge crimson palm image with a scorching aura.

This palm shadow seems simple, but it already contains the pure power of the Purple Mansion's fourth heaven. Wherever it passes, the air hums and the space trembles.

Boom!

Feeling the majestic power of this palm shadow, Yu Wentian did not continue to dodge this time, but operated the "Heaven's Magic Art", and an ancient aura suddenly dispersed.

boom!
Yu Wentian blasted the air with his fist, and blasted out towards the attacking palm shadow, breaking through Yang Fan's palm shadow with majestic pure force.

Two pure forces met in mid-air, annihilated each other, and turned into nothingness.

"Yu Wentian's strength is not low, he can actually fight Yang Fan head-on."

"It seems that Yuwentian's strength has improved again during this period of time."

Under the stage, disciples of Cangtian Sect were discussing.

"How is it possible, you can actually have such power!" This time Yang Fan was really shocked by Yu Wentian's strength, he couldn't calm down for a long time, and looked at Yu Wentian full of murderous intent.

Yu Wentian is only 20 years old, and he possesses such formidable strength. This makes Yang Fan, who claims to be a genius, really feel pressure and an unprecedented threat.

"Hmph! How is that impossible? It's because of your short-sightedness." Yu Wentian said coldly, "I'm going to decide on the position of the Holy Son of Heaven today, and an old man like you can go as far as you can." !"

The cold and ruthless mocking words echoed in Yang Fan's ears, and the anger accumulated in Yang Fan's heart could no longer be restrained, erupting like a volcano.

Boom!

The majesty of the fourth heaven of the Purple Mansion swept out from Yang Fan, and the surrounding space was filled with wind and thunder, and his face became ferocious: "Yu Wentian, I want you, die!"

"Explosive Flame Buddha!"

Sen Han's low voice came from Yang Fan's throat, the vitality in his body circulated crazily, his whole body exuded a crimson light like glass, and the terrifying high temperature swept out, and behind him was an extra person who was full of blood. Buddha in flames.

"Yu Wentian, you're doomed now, this move is Brother Yang Fan's ultimate move, it will definitely kill you with one move." Yang Dingtian was relieved when he saw that Yang Fan was really beaten up.

The suzerain Gu Xuan said indifferently: "I don't know if Yu Wentian can take this move, if not, I will make a move, lest I be directly killed by Yang Fan."

The Buddha on the opposite side who was covered in flames also put some pressure on Yu Wentian. This is obviously a third-rank intermediate martial skill with infinite power.

"Fortunately, I used 200 villain points in advance to speed up comprehension of "Heavenly Magic", otherwise it would be really troublesome."

A sneer twitched at the corner of Yu Wentian's mouth, and he ran the "Heaven's Divine Art" at a high speed, and unparalleled power swept out of him, covering a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Go to hell, Yu Wentian!"

In a rage, Yang Fan pushed his hands forward fiercely, and the Buddha, who seemed to be able to crush the void, was suddenly full of light, and smashed towards Yu Wentian's head fiercely with a "swish".

(End of this chapter)

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