"Hateful boy!" The monk surnamed Ba looked at Su Fan's back hatefully, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Lao Tzu Bakun has been crisscrossing Tianlin Country for more than ten years, and he has never seen any strong winds and waves, and he can still pull a stinky boy as a backpad before he dies, and he will not lose it!"

After speaking, he took out a large knife in the shape of fangs from the small burden he was carrying behind him, and swaggered onto the high platform.

At this time, Deacon Shen and Yue Peng on the stage retreated together, and the monks around them also showed their fierce lights and began to roar loudly.

"Boy, come on, let Grandpa Ba send you on your way!" Ba Kun waved the big knife in his hand, and pointed at Su Fan, who was still in the audience, with a fierce face.

"Haha, everyone, look, this kid is too scared to go up!"

"Don't be afraid, boy, go up and put the knife under the knife, and after more than ten years, he will be a good man again!

"This kid didn't move for a long time, don't be scared of the crotch!"

Seeing that Su Fan didn't mean to move, the monks around laughed at him loudly.

"Hehe......"

Just when everyone's mocking words continued to invade Su Fan, he heard him laugh coldly when he had been silent.

"I don't understand...... An ant that can be easily erased...... What qualifications do you have to jump around in my eyes......"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, a shocking momentum suddenly erupted from Su Fan's slightly thin body, and the black robe on his body was whirring with the strong wind, and the terrifying coercion crushed all the cultivators around Su Fan who were not high!

Su Fanxing's eyes were slightly cold, his battle form naturally woke up, his body slowly bent down to accumulate strength, and then he jumped violently, and with a bang, it fell on the high platform like a cannonball!

Even though the structure of the metal platform was very strong, the force that Su Fan landed also smashed the layer of iron on the surface into a shallow pit.

"You ......" Feeling the vast and profound soul power on Su Fan's body, Ba Kun's frightened calves twitched!

Although Su Fan's cultivation revealed at this time was only the ninth level of the soul master, the momentum he burst out was too amazing, and the overwhelming momentum almost overwhelmed Bakun!

"Oh my God!

"Yes, I can't move just by showing my momentum, I'm a half-step soul warrior!"

"It's over, Bakun is going to plant it this time!"

Most of the monks in the audience fell into a state of chaos, after all, there were only a few dozen soul warriors out of the four hundred, and the rest were mainly high-level soul warriors and half-step soul warriors.

"Childe, this kid is obviously only a ninth-level soul master, how can he almost catch up with the soul warrior with all his momentum. In the crowd, the fat man said in shock.

"Hmph, since ancient times, almost all cultivators with great luck have been existences that can challenge beyond the level, and with the strength of this young man, defeating the opponent of that half-step soul warrior, five moves should be about the same. The young man looked at Su Fan on the stage, smiled and nodded.

"Five tricks, hehe, I don't believe it!" he grabbed his head vigorously and said with a face full of disbelief.

"Oh, Dali, how many moves do you think he can beat his opponent?" asked the young man with a smile as he fanned his fan.

"Childe, I naturally believe that he can defeat the opponent, and it is impossible to think of five moves, so let's bet on him to defeat the opponent in about thirty moves!"

"Okay! I say five moves, you say thirty moves, let's see who guesses correctly!" the young man laughed.

"Childe......" Vigor's eyes rolled: "What if we all guess wrong?"

"No way, I've been training my eyesight since I was a child, and I've never missed a hand, if you don't believe us, look down!" said the young man confidently.

Just when everyone was surprised by Su Fan's outburst, the battle situation on the high platform changed again.

"Ah!! stinky boy, I'm fighting with you!" Ba Kun, who was trembling under the oppression of the momentum, roared unwillingly, gritted his teeth and began to slowly release his momentum outward, in order to resist the huge pressure caused by Su Fan.

Finally, after a long time of momentum competition, the momentum of the two is finally evenly matched.

"Okay, you hateful boy, you actually took advantage of my defenselessness to suddenly attack Lao Tzu! Now I see how you fight with me! Eat your grandfather with a knife!"

The pressure was greatly reduced, and Bakun suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he was worthy of being a fierce man who had experienced a hundred battles, and quickly organized an attack.

Swish!

Ba Kun's figure flashed, he raised the big knife in his hand and rushed forward with a full face of anger, and a piercing whistling sound broke out on the big knife, and he slashed Su Fan's head in the air!

"Haha, stinky boy, I thought you were so good, it turned out to be just ......"

"What!?"

Seeing Su Fan standing motionless and eating his own knife moves, Ba Kun grinned and was about to laugh proudly.

Unexpectedly, with a knife cut down, Su Fan, who was still just now, disappeared strangely.

Bakun's broadsword slashed through the air, but nothing was slashed.

At this time, Ba Kun realized a terrible fact, Su Fan's speed was fast enough to leave an afterimage in place.

"This kid is so fast!"

"Afterimage! Only the body martial arts above the middle grade of the ground level can cause such an anomaly!"

"So, this kid has a high-level body technique!"

Listening to the discussions of the monks, Yue Peng's face also showed a little emotion, as a disciple of the inner sect of the Tailing Sect, the best body method he could learn was only a Xuan Rank lower body method.

A small soul man actually has a high-level body technique that can create afterimages?

This is something that Yue Peng cannot tolerate.

You must find a way to get this method to your fingertips!

Yue Peng stared at Su Fan's back, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Looking at the afterimage that slowly dissipated in front of him, Ba Kun's face was full of panic, and he looked around with his blank eyes to find Su Fan's figure, but found nothing.

Airplanes!

At this moment, a long sword roar sounded in the space, and a cold light instantly tore through the huge momentum that Bakun had managed to condense.

"Look up!" a cold voice exploded in Bakun's ears.

"What?"

Bakun followed the voice and looked up in confusion, only to see a piercing sword light sweeping across his neck.

Burst!

Bakun's head flew high, and his bloodstained face was filled with a variety of looks......

Confusion, doubt, fear......

"That's good!" Su Fan gently shook off the blood stains on the sword and said in a gentle tone.