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Lingwu Holy Palace, Lingwu Temple.

The Holy Lord of Lingwu and the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus sat on a high seat, their eyes scanning the main hall.

Below the two of them, on the left and right sides, there were eighteen seats each, and above each seat, there sat a terrifying peerless powerhouse.

Half-step saints, these thirty-six people are all half-step saints, and they are not ordinary half-step saints in the middle and middle stages, they are all half-step saints in the late stage, and many of them have reached the peak of half-step saints.

All of them were the best among the senior elders, and one of them, dressed in a cyan robe, had crane hair and a childish face, and his whole body exuded a powerful vitality that was difficult to describe in words, as if with just a trace of breath, he could live the flesh and bones of the dead.

This old man is none other than Aoki, one of the three elders who took refuge in Yang Fan, and one of the several peak half-step saints.

In the center of the main hall, two young men stand.

One person is dressed in a black robe, about twenty years old, with sword eyebrows and stars, and the aura around his body is restrained, without showing the slightest breath of a strong man, returning to the basics.

One was dressed in a cyan robe and carried a sheathed sword, like a peerless sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge and a proud expression, as if nothing could be taken to heart.

These two people are none other than Hao Qian, the first young master of the Lingwu Sacred Palace, and Yang Fan, the first demon in the history of the Lingwu Sacred Palace.

In the end, the Lingwu Holy Lord still agreed to Hao Qian's request and agreed to fight with Yang Fan, so as to convince him.

At the same time, it can also be regarded as dispelling the doubts in the hearts of the other elders, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even they wouldn't believe that Yang Fan had the power to match, or even suppress, the power of an ordinary half-step saint.

A half-step great saint who is less than fifty years old is already shocking enough, if there is such a terrifying power, is this still a human being?

In the Lingwu Holy Palace, most of the elders were skeptical about this, and even many people felt that the Lingwu Holy Lord's change of generals was child's play.

You just spoil this Yang Fan and you shouldn't be like this, this is completely joking with the interests of the Holy Palace.

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"Yang Fan, Hao Qian, this battle is just a battle with the same door, point to point, and don't hurt people's lives!!" The Lingwu Holy Lord's gaze wandered over Yang Fan and Hao Qian, and finally stopped on Yang Fan, with a slight warning, others may be jealous of Hao Qian's identity, but he can be sure that Yang Fan will never be a little jealous, this is even the elder of the Holy Palace is the master who says that he will be slaughtered, and there is really no taboo.

Although Hao Qian's talent is far inferior to Yang Fan's, he is also the top peerless demon in the world, as long as he does not fall, he will at least be a half-step saint in the future, if there are some big opportunities, it is not impossible to be a Taoist saint.

If it just fell here, it would be too worthless.

"Holy Lord rest assured, the disciple will never hurt Senior Brother Yang Fan. Without waiting for Yang Fan to speak, Hao Qian smiled confidently and said that in this battle, he just wanted to regain his own qualifications, not really wanted Yang Fan's life, at most it was just to teach him a lesson.

With Yang Fan's current status in the Lingwu Sacred Palace, don't say that he is just the son of a great elder, that is, the son of the true saint supreme, if he dares to poison Yang Fan, the final outcome will be extremely sad.

When the Lingwu Holy Lord heard this, he rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, Hao Qian, Hao Qian, why don't you have a little self-knowledge, this seat is not telling you, but it has not been exposed.

And even if he said it, this Hao Qian would not take it to heart, sometimes, if he didn't let him feel what despair was, it was impossible for him to know how big the gap between himself and Yang Fan was.

The next moment..........

With a wave of his hand, an ancient scepter representing supreme power appeared in his hand.

Sacred Weapon - Lingwu Holy Staff, the symbol of the identity of the Lingwu Holy Lord, and the symbol of power.

This battle is different from the battle between Yang Fan and the young master of the kamikaze fifteen years ago, any enchantment can accommodate the battle of two people.

Not to mention Yang Fan, this monster, Hao Qianna is also a half-step saint, the top combat power, an ordinary enchantment, can withstand the battle between the two at all.

If there is an accident halfway, where will his old face go?

Between breaths.

"Boom..........

With a finger of the Lingwu Holy Staff in the hand of the Lingwu Holy Lord, countless purple-golden rays of light fell from the sky, and soon, an ancient gladiatorial arena rose in the center of the main hall, and around that gladiatorial arena, there was a layer of pale golden enchantment, that is, the two peak half-step saints fought each other, and it was difficult to destroy that side of the enchantment.

The holy weapon is the supreme weapon of the saint, and its power is by no means comparable to that of the quasi-holy weapon.

Even if there was no one to envoy, the power of instinct alone would be enough to suppress most of the half-step saints.

"Senior Brother Yang Fan, please. ”

Hao Qian smiled indifferently, stepped out, and stepped into the golden enchantment.

Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his figure flashed, and he also entered the golden enchantment.

The gladiatorial arena looked like it was only the size of a few acres of land, but after Yang Fan entered, he found that there was something else inside, and the two of them appeared directly in the starry sky, surrounded by stars, vast.

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Inside the main hall.

The elders looked at the two who entered the gladiatorial arena and were about to fight, and they talked about it for a while.

"This battle can be called the pinnacle battle of the young generation, I don't know who will be better?"

"In terms of talent, the sixth young master is unparalleled in the world, no one is invincible, but potential is only potential after all, and this victor should be the first young master. ”

"Yes, no matter how strong the talent is, it will take a certain amount of time to transform into strength, the sixth young master Yang Fan is too young, if you want to beat His Royal Highness Haoqian, it will take a few hundred years. ”

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Most of the patriarchs are not very optimistic about Yang Fan, Yang Fan is too young, no matter how evil he is, it is impossible to completely ignore the millions of years, the first young master Hao Qian is also a peerless demon who has suppressed a generation.

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"Hmph! A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, how can you imagine that the Lord is not the opponent of Na Haoqian, look at how the Lord will slap you old things in the face!!" Elder Aoki glanced at the elders around him with some displeasure, but he didn't directly refute anything, the iron-clad facts would tell them how wrong they were.

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In the gladiatorial arena.

Yang Fan and the first young master Hao Qian are thousands of miles apart, shaking and opposing.

"Senior Brother Yang Fan, you can't be your brother's opponent now, admit defeat! Brother Wei doesn't want to hurt you. Hao Qian's lips moved, and he admonished, if it was not necessary, he didn't want to offend Yang Fan too much, with Yang Fan's anti-heaven potential, it was likely that the Lingwu Holy Palace would respect him in the future.

"It's over, right? It's time for the boring farce to end. Yang Fan yawned a little lazily, farce, for Yang Fan, this battle was completely a boring farce, if it wasn't for the Lingwu Holy Lord personally summoning him, he wouldn't have bothered to take care of this Haoqian.

Although he is the first young master and the strongest man of the young generation, the feeling he gives Yang Fan is much worse than that Fang Honglai, and he really can't raise his desire to fight.

But when these words were heard in the ears of everyone, they were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and they were scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Sleep~ groove, I heard it right, farce, this Yang Fan actually regarded this peak battle as a farce. ”

"Is there any mistake, this is too much to take His Royal Highness Haoqian into account. ”

"Or does it really have that ability?"

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However, in addition to the shock, some elders began to waver, looking at Yang Fan's appearance, his temperament was introverted, and he didn't look like such a rampant person.

"Yang Fan, .......... you" Hao Qian's face was pale, and a trace of anger crossed his eyes, Yang Fan, Yang Fan, even if you are the number one demon in my Lingwu Holy Palace, you shouldn't be so unsightly, so big, he hasn't suffered such humiliation.

It's just that he hasn't waited for Hao Qian to finish the rest of the words.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!" ...........

Yang Fan's body was infinitely taller, and the momentum around him skyrocketed wildly, suddenly surpassing the scope of the early half-step saint.

"Poof!", "Poof!", "Poof!", "Poof!", ...........

In all directions, countless spaces were distorted, and a large number of stars were shattered, shining like fireworks.

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"Ahh.........h Really, everything is true.........." An elder screamed, his grandmother's, the rumors were actually true, this little monster actually killed that Fang Hong, and there is no heavenly reason, how can there be such a monster in the world.

And Haoqian, who was the party concerned, was even more shocked, and broke out with a heartbreaking, screaming like a mourner, "How can this be, how old are you, God is unfair, God is unfair, God is unfair!!"

That's when ..........

Yang Fan sneered, "Come over to me!!"

The voice is high, like the voice of the gods.

The next moment...........

It was a claw that fell, and it grabbed Na Haoqian like a chicken.