Wuji Tongtian

Chapter 307 Where is the limit

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the corners of Meng Zili's eyes twitched a few times, and he just wanted to answer with hehe.

But in the end he just cupped his hands and returned to his original position with a depressed face.

Yang Fan coughed dryly, and then thought about whether he should have said the last sentence, it was indeed a bit shocking...

At the place where the older generation of warriors gathered, the Patriarch of Biyun Sect had a look of surprise on his face.

Yang Fan's martial skill is indeed unique, and its power can be superimposed to such an extent.So, where is the ultimate limit?
Several other sects that are also in the first echelon, like Biyun Sect, are also one of the organizers of the trading conference.

The suzerains of these sects are all here, and the expressions on their faces are different.The only thing they have in common is that they are all surprised.

"Elder Zhuo, you Guiyuanzong has an amazing genius!"

On the other side, those who were originally indifferent to Elder Zhuo and the others took the initiative to speak up.

Elder Zhuo smiled and said, "I'm overwhelmed."

Although Elder Zhuo spoke modestly, his face was full of complacency, and everyone had nothing to despise about it.If there was such a genius in their sect, they would have started to show it off a long time ago.

More and more people took the initiative to talk to Elder Zhuo and the others instead of excluding them.

On the court, Yang Fan waited for others to come on the court.

But the others, looking at Yang Fan, had no intention of making a move.At least, the other three people who are ranked in the flying list of the seventh level of the gods will not stand up.

"What a perverted martial skill!" The three thought to themselves.

Many people have this idea, but they guess.Although this martial skill is powerful, it must be very difficult to practice. Yang Fan's ability to cultivate it to a perfect level also means that his aptitude is first-class.

If there is no one for the seventh level of refining gods, there is only the eighth level of refining the gods.

Everyone looked at the extremely conspicuous few people in the crowd.

Because only those under the age of 30 are considered the younger generation, so among all the prefecture-level sects, only three have broken through to this level.

These five people are all masters on the flying list.

Among them, Weichen is the strongest, followed by Hua Yirui, and the other is a thin young man.His complexion was sallow, and he looked as if he was malnourished.

But he is real, has the strength of the eighth level of refining gods, and ranks exactly [-] on the flying list.

From the position of [-], all the warriors from the eighth level of refining gods, or the terrifying guys whose combat power is comparable to the eighth level of refining gods.

The young man with a sallow complexion was also surrounded by a large number of young warriors, with him as the head, there was also a small circle.At this time, the people around him all looked at him.

The meaning is obvious, just want him to make a move.

The young man smiled lightly, and planned to get out of the crowd, but Hua Yirui was even faster.

Coming to the middle of the field, Hua Yirui looked at Yang Fan and said with a smile: "In the teahouse, we all marvel at your strength, but we don't even know you."

"Today, we can be regarded as acquainted, what can I do later?"

Hua Yirui made a joke.

"Anyway, I'm just doing this trick, and I can't talk about giving in or not giving in." Yang Fan looked indifferent.

"Oh? Is your move powerful enough?" Hua Yirui raised her eyebrows and asked.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "You'll know if you try it!"

Hua Yirui suddenly put away her smile, and said in a concentrated voice: "Then I'll try it!"

The surrounding people, when Hua Yirui came out, they were already quiet.They stared at the two closely, looking forward to the upcoming fight.

To be more precise, they wanted to see Yang Fan defeated.

Compared with Mencius's strength, Hua Yirui is much stronger, not to mention anything else, just using Hua Yirui to cultivate the eighth level of God.It has already crushed Yang Fan a lot.

The place where the older generation of warriors gather is also much quieter.

Some martial artists of the older generation who were unwilling to lose to Yang Fan because of the disciples of the younger generation couldn't help but hum and said, "I'd like to see if Yang Fan's martial skills are really invincible."

The head of Biyun Sect said to a gray-haired old man beside him, "Sect Master Chao, who do you think will win?"

"Of course I think Hua Yirui will win, after all, she is a disciple of my sect." The old man said firmly without hiding his opinion.

"Really?" Biyun Sect Master smiled noncommittally.

But at this time, Hua Yirui in the field started.

Stab it!

Hua Yirui didn't attack immediately, but pointed out, and a finger light drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.It tore through the air and landed on Yang Fan's right shoulder.

The trajectory of the finger light is too difficult to grasp, so that it becomes extremely difficult for people to resist.

Those who are not strong enough to refine the eighth level of gods, look at the finger, and stretch out a thought that cannot be avoided from the bottom of their hearts.

And this is just Hua Yirui's blindfold.

Her real offensive is in the back.

Yang Fan's method of coping is very simple.

As the true qi circulated, the power of wind and thunder gathered in the palm of his hand, and the purple and blue light seemed to be condensed from the blue wind and purple thunder.

Between breaths, a palm-sized mark was formed.

Wind and thunder seal!
Yang Fan took a step forward, and the pupil of his left eye underwent an inexplicable slight change.

The Eye of All Magic (left)!
With a slap of the palm, the finger light exploded without resistance, and Yang Fan continued to castrate.The wind and thunder imprint on the palm emitted terrifying power fluctuations that made one's scalp tingle.

Hua Yirui's attack is like water mist, seemingly without any power, but actually it is undercurrent and turbulent.

The silent force invaded, and it was impossible to guard against it.

In Yang Fan's left eye, the mist that unfolded hazyly contained extremely powerful power.In an extremely feminine way, it swept towards him.

However, the weak point between energy flow was also clearly exposed in his left eye.

boom!
The wind and thunder seal bombarded that point, and the water mist seemed to be struck by lightning. After a slight tremor, it exploded suddenly.Like the impact of a river, it swept out in all directions.

Within tens of feet around, the floor as hard as gold and iron was all shattered into slag.

Hua Yirui stepped back five steps in a row, and then stabilized her body.

Everyone was shocked by Yang Fan's martial arts, the power had superimposed to such an extent, they all looked at Hua Yirui.The latter, blocked?

"cough……"

A cough came from Hua Yirui's mouth, and immediately, a strand of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

The originally stable body swayed again, and his cheeks quickly turned pale.

She didn't suffer multiple injuries, but she still couldn't block Yang Fan's palm after all.

lost.

Hua Yirui also lost!

Is there a limit to the superimposed power of Yang Fan's martial arts, or where is the limit?

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but think so.

(End of this chapter)