Multiverse Strongest Villain System

"Yes, but it can only be said that Yu Wentian had bad luck and met Yang Fan. Otherwise, I think it is worthy of the name that Yu Wentian has become the Holy Son of our heaven religion." There are many admirers of Yu Wentian in heaven religion.

The next day, the selection of the Holy Son of heaven, which was concerned by the whole Church of heaven, officially began.

In the morning, the square of Cangtian sect was full of disciples of Cangtian sect, including outer disciples, inner disciples and true disciples of Cangtian sect.

Jing Yuzhu and Caihong, who were dumped by yuwentian, also came. Although they were dumped by yuwentian, they still liked yuwentian, because yuwentian left a deep impression in everyone's heart.

Caihong Qing said to Zhao Qing: "do you think yuwentian will win this time?"

"Yang Fan's strength is strong. As we all know, how can 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 was more than willing but less than able.

At this time, Yang Fan has come to the big square of heaven religion.

Yang Fan is still dressed in white, combined with the appearance of Fengshen Junlang and the powerful strength of Zifu sichongtian, he has left a deep impression on all the disciples of Cangtian sect.

More girls looked at xiangyangfan's eyes full of love.

Then, Gu Xuan, the patriarch of heaven religion, and Fu Xuan, the elder, came to the square. The selection of the son of heaven is a big thing. They will all come, followed by some high-ranking elders.

The patriarch is not common. His arrival excited all the disciples of Cangtian sect, warmly discussed and talked about it one after another.

"Today is the day of the selection of the son of God. Under everyone's witness, a son of God will be born in our God. This is a grand event of our God." The patriarch Gu Xuan pressed his hands down, and a faint voice spread all over the huge square. Everyone could clearly hear the patriarch's voice.

"The selection of the son of heaven is selected from the true disciples under the age of 30. The selection rules are very simple and fair. Whoever has high strength is the son of heaven." Gu Xuan said faintly, "all the true disciples who want to participate in the election can stand on the martial arts competition platform in front."

Gu Xuan's voice fell. Yang Fan stepped out at random, crossed hundreds of meters and stood on one of the martial arts platforms.

Then there's no more. None of the other true disciples came forward. They all know that the cultivation of Yang Zifu's sichongtian will certainly not humiliate themselves.

This situation is also expected.

"Today's good play is yuwentian and Yangfan. When Yangfan comes, yuwentian doesn't arrive. He won't give up the throne of the Holy Son of heaven."

"It's not impossible. After all, Yang Fan's strength belongs to a strong existence not only among the disciples, but also among the elders. It's reasonable for Yu Wentian to retreat in the face of difficulties." A disciple said.

Yang Fan on the martial arts competition platform just stood there quietly, not in a hurry. His face was calm and calm, as if the son of heaven must be his.

Yang Dingtian in the crowd said in secret: "yuwentian, that guy won't be afraid, especially. I'm still waiting for Yang Fan to abolish him."

Just when they thought that yuwentian didn't intend to compete for the son of heaven, yuwentian came.

Without any superfluous words, Yu Wentian flew directly to the challenge arena where Yang Fan was. He looked straight at Yang Fan and said faintly, "come to fight!"

"Yuwentian is coming. I didn't expect that he really dared to come."

"Yuwentian, good to come. You will be disabled after today." Yang Dingtian thought maliciously.

Yang Fan glanced at Yu Wentian standing opposite him: "hehe, is it you who want to compete with me for the throne of the son of heaven?"

Yuwentian converged. Yang Fan's current cultivation is only a little higher than yuwentian. He doesn't see the real strength of yuwentian at all.

"The Holy Son of heaven is mine originally. You old true disciple can pull xiapi to compete with me. It doesn't matter." Yuwen said coldly in the cold sky. He looked at Xiang Yangfan with disdain.

Out of breath?

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

"You are not what you are. Although it is said that you can compete for the son of heaven under the age of 30, you are almost 30 now. It's good to compete with me. It's shameless!" Yuwentian didn't care about Yang Fan's gloomy face and said without scruples.

Seeing that Yu Wentian on the stage is still as arrogant as before, the disciples of heaven cult admire Yu Wentian's courage. After all, what stands opposite him is the terrible existence of Zifu's four heavy heaven cultivation.

"You are looking for death!" Yang Fan was also angry. His momentum soared, and a gust of wind swept around him. The terrible momentum swept away and captured people's soul.

The patriarch Gu Xuan said in a deep voice, "in that case, you two can start a duel. Whoever wins is the son of heaven."

"I have no opinion." Yu Wentian said faintly. For Yang Fan, he didn't have the slightest fear and looked indifferent.

Yu Wentian's appearance has long annoyed Yang Fan. He stomped on the harder ground than Wutai step by step, shaking more than Wutai. Then the whole person suddenly rushed out with this powerful anti shock force, turned into a virtual shadow in the air, and brought a series of sonic booms. The speed was fast to the extreme.

"Hmm? Good speed."

Yu Wentian commented faintly. His whole body was surrounded by lightning. "Shua" disappeared from the original place, leaving only a residual shadow. The whole person instantly turned into a blue lightning and moved tens of meters.

Bang!

Yang Fan's solid fist failed and bombarded the residual shadow of Yu Wentian. The residual shadow turned into scattered light.

"Hmm? How could Yu Wentian have such a fast speed?" Yang Fan was surprised and uncertain. Although he just punched casually, he was not a martial artist in Zifu who could avoid the past.

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

"I don't see. Yuwentian, you still have some strength. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant in front of me." Yang Fan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and looked at Yu Wentian with more attention.

"Yang Fan, don't pretend to be powerful in front of labor and capital." Yu Wentian said arrogantly, "those who dare to pretend in front of me finally become dead."

"Hum! It's arrogant. I'll show you the real gap between us!"

Yang Fan was so angry that his head smoked and his face became very gloomy. His breath firmly locked Yu Wentian. He condensed his vitality in his palm and directly photographed a huge red palm shadow with a burning breath.

This palm shadow looks simple. In fact, it already contains the pure power of Zifu's four heaven. The air is buzzing everywhere and the space is shaking.

Boom!

Feeling the majestic power of the palm shadow, Yu Wentian didn't continue to dodge this time, but ran the heaven divine skill, and an ancient breath dispersed.

Bang!

Yu Wentian blasted the air with a fist and burst out towards the palm shadow from the attack. He gave out his majestic pure strength and broke the palm shadow of kaiyangfan.

Two pure forces met in midair, annihilated each other and turned into nothingness.

"Yuwentian's strength is not low. He can fight with Yang Fan."

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

There are disciples of heaven sect talking under the stage.

"How could you have such power!" This time, Yang Fan was really surprised by yuwentian's strength. He couldn't calm down for a long time. His eyes looking at yuwentian were full of killing intention.

Yu Wentian is only 20 years old and has such strong strength, which makes Yang Fan, who claims to be a genius, really feel pressure and unprecedented threat.

"Hum! It's impossible. You have a short knowledge." Yuwen said coldly, "I'm going to decide the position of the Holy Son of heaven today. An old man like you will roll as far as he can!"

The cold and ruthless sarcastic words echoed in Yang Fan's ears. Yang Fan's anger accumulated in his heart could no longer be restrained and erupted like a volcano.

Boom!

The power of Zifu sichongtian swept out of Yang Fan. There was a lot of wind and thunder in the surrounding space. His face became ferocious: "yuwentian, I want you to die!"

"Exploding fire Buddha!"

Sen Han's low voice came from Yang Fan's throat. His vitality ran frantically. His whole body radiated red light like glass. The terrible high temperature swept out, and behind him was a Buddha full of fire.

"Yuwentian, you're dead now. This move is brother Yang Fan's unique move. It can certainly solve you with one move." Yang Dingtian was relieved to see that Yang Fan was really fired.

The patriarch Gu Xuan said faintly, "I don't know if yu Wentian can take this move. If I can't take it, I'll take action to avoid being killed directly by Yang Fan."

The Buddha, who was burning all over the body, also brought some pressure to Yu Wentian. This is obviously a three-level intermediate martial skill with infinite power.

"Fortunately, I used 200 villains in advance to accelerate my understanding of heaven divine skill, otherwise I would be in some trouble."

Yu Wentian raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth and ran the "Heaven divine skill" at a high speed. The hegemonic power swept out of him, covering hundreds of meters.

"Go to hell, yuwentian!"

The angry Yang Fan pushed his hands forward fiercely, and the Buddha who seemed to be able to crush the void suddenly shone brightly, "whoosh" hit Yu Wentian on the head.