Super King of Soldiers in the City

Wang Fan looked at the Taishenzong disciple who stood in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face, took a token from the space ring without rush, handed it over and said:

"At Xia, Wang Fan, a disciple of Wangyun Palace, is here to watch the ceremony."

The disciple of the Supreme God Sect heard Wang Fan's words and couldn't help but be shocked, "You, are you Wang Fan?"

In his heart, it can be said that there was a stormy sea, and even the voice was a little excited and rushing.

The name of Wang Fan has already moved the world.

First, it was the matter of the son of the Dark Alliance, and then it was the countless arrogances such as Wang Fan following the old man and the young prince of the royal palace.

It can be said that among the younger generation, Wang Fan's reputation can be said to be in full swing.

Let alone the younger generation, even the older generation, few people have never heard of it.

However, the concentration of this Taishenzong disciple was pretty good, and he quickly recovered. He just glanced at Wang Fan's token and then withdrew his gaze.

Then, he made a please gesture, "Please."

Wang Fan smiled and nodded, then stepped up the stairs and ascended the Mount of Gods.

After hearing Wang Fan's name, the eyes of those Tianjiao who had not had time to climb the Taishenshan were shocked.

Many young Tianjiao showed an expression of admiration, but for some, there was a war intent in their eyes.

As for the women of the younger generation, they have beautiful eyes that sparkle with brilliance.

They stared at Wang Fan's back, blinking involuntarily, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Naturally, Wang Fan didn't know the thoughts of those young Tianjiao, his attention had completely hit the Supreme Mountain in front of him.

The Mount of Gods gave him an extremely lofty feeling.

Walking on the rugged road, he even felt his own insignificance.

You know, this kind of feeling can only be experienced by ordinary people, or when facing a strong person whose cultivation base exceeds them countless times.

However, Wang Fan's cultivation level had reached the peak of the Immortal King. Under normal circumstances, this feeling would not appear at all.

But now, just a mountain gave him this feeling. It can be seen from this that this mountain is not simple.

Wang Fan seemed to realize something, let go of his mind, and continued climbing.

At this moment, his state of mind seemed to have been sublimated, and his cultivation had begun to loosen again.

Before he knew it, Wang Fan had already reached a mountain stream. Instead of continuing to climb, he walked to a huge rock and sat down.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, there seemed to be a dragon roaring in his body.

The Supreme Profound Sutra also began to operate uncontrollably.

The fairy aura between the heavens and the earth seemed to be drawn, and it gathered crazily toward his body.

Wang Fan slowly closed his eyes and fell into a mysterious state of cultivation.

"Look, who is that and what is he doing?"

"What a powerful domain coercion, who is this person, but the immortal king's cultivation base, why did even me feel a vast coercion?"

"Isn't that Wang Fan, what is he doing, is he breaking through the realm?"

Many monks soon noticed Wang Fan's change.

The eyes of many people looking at Wang Fan were extremely shocked.

For a time, many monks stopped and looked at the area where Wang Fan was.

Especially, when someone called out Wang Fan's name, the people here got together more and more.

Soon, a handsome young man also came here.

He stared at Wang Fan who was breaking through his realm, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Just ascending a great mountain, you can break through the cultivation base, the talent is really extraordinary. But it is a pity that I saw it."

"If you want to break through the realm, you still have to ask me Yu Qingtian, and answer or not."

The young man murmured gloomily, the immortal yuan on his body began to surging, and the endless power spread from his body, and the shocked surrounding monks kept retreating.

"The Royal Blue Sky of the Royal Palace?"

"Why is he here?"

"It seems that Wang Fan's killing of the little prince of the Royal Palace must be true."

"This Yu Qingtian's talent, but the younger generation of the Royal Palace, second only to the existence of the Little Prince, I heard that his cultivation has reached the fourth level of the Immortal Venerable. With his shot, Wang Fan may be in danger."

Feeling the terrifying pressure and murderous aura emanating from Yu Qingtian, some monks around him recognized his identity.

This Yuqingtian, in the younger generation of the Royal Palace, is definitely a ruthless person among ruthless people.

His strength and talent were only weakened by the little prince.

Moreover, because he is a few years older than the little prince, his cultivation is even higher than that of the little prince.

Therefore, seeing that it was too difficult for Yu Qing to attack Wang Fan, most cultivators couldn't help backing up.

There was even a touch of anger in the eyes of many people.

After all, Yu Qingtian's methods are simply a bit despicable.

Yu Qingtian didn't care about other people's opinions. After his aura condensed to the strongest, he stepped forward with his fingers into a sword, and struck Wang Fan.

"Dare to kill my little prince of the Royal Palace, dare to destroy my Royal Palace, and die."

Along with the sound, rumbling, sword qi surged from the sky and the earth.

Those sword auras distorted and transformed in the air, and soon formed a demon beast, roaring towards Wang Fan.

But at this time, Wang Fan was still immersed in that mysterious realm, the roaring sound in his body vibrated, as if he hadn't noticed the danger at all.

Seeing this scene, all the monks couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Could it be that the enchanting Wang Fan, who is like the sun, is about to die here?

If Wang Fan died while fighting with others, everyone could still accept it.

However, it would be a pity if Wang Fan died like this.

Of course, even if everyone regrets it, no one dares to stop it, and no one dares to say anything.

The current Imperial Palace, in the Chu Dynasty and the Dark Alliance, wears a pair of trousers. Even the Taishenzong and Xuantianmen dare not easily provoke them, and even have alliances. How can they cause them?

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, soon, in a rumbling voice, that sky full of sword energy descended in front of Wang Fan.

However, at the moment when the sword energy was about to stab Wang Fan, Wang Fan's body suddenly burst out with dazzling red lights.

The dazzling red light, like clusters of red blood, instantly wrapped his whole body.

Rumble!

The endless sword qi surged above the red light, and was instantly dissipated by the red light, disappearing in smoke.

"How is this possible?"

Seeing this scene, not only the monks around, but also a little dumbfounded.

Even Yu Qingtian himself is somewhat unacceptable.

You know, he is the fourth floor of Immortal Venerable, and he is also a demon Tianjiao.

His full blow, even on the fourth floor of a general Immortal Venerable, would be very difficult to block.

However, Wang Fan blocked his full blow in an unconscious state.

How can he not be shocked by this?