A staff member quickly drew up two identical life and death contracts, packed them in a tray, and sent them to the two of them, and asked them to press their handprints at the place where the two contracts were settled.

Then, in the column of witnesses, President Zhao, Zhang Zhenren, the head of the Maoshan faction, and the head of the Qingcheng faction each pressed their handprints.

In the competition area on the high platform, Wu Fan and Changmao Lao Dao stood facing each other, and a fight for their lives was about to begin.

"Two days ago, Wu Fan was still at the peak of learning, although he is now breaking through the realm and reaching the initial stage of enlightenment, but he still hits the stone with an egg, and I bet that Wu Fan will lose. "A middle-aged Taoist under the high platform is humane.

"That is, the realm of enlightenment, and the realm of touching the Dao above, only then has it reached the realm of cultivating the Dao. The head of Jigongling is the first level of raising the road, and it is completely higher than the two realms. Oh my God, the difference between the first-order realm is the difference between cloud and mud, you don't have to think about it, you are dead. Another young man said.

"Alas, I just won the elite championship and died at such a young age, it's a pity, pitiful. ”

"Wu Fan's all games are won by one move, and who knows how strong his strength is. In my opinion, Wu Fan may not have no chance. ”

"You just dream, that's the gap between the two realms, he Wu Fan can defeat the master of the peak of the Dao, but in front of the Dao cultivation realm, he is an ant!"

"Bet, bet, who will be the banker?"

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On the high platform, the exclamations and discussions in the VIP seats were also one-sided and not optimistic about Wu Fan, and even felt that Wu Fan did not even have a chance. Many people shook their heads and sighed, thinking that Wu Fan was young and frivolous, and his blood was strong, even if he had a deep hatred, he should endure it for a while, keep his eyes on it, and think about it in the long run. Impulsiveness is the devil, and he lost Qingqing's life in vain.

"Half of my master, you're just going?" Li Lan muttered to himself, tears in his eyes.

Gu Xuanting leaned on the railing by the high platform, closed her eyes in despair, and on her delicate and fair face, two lines of tears flowed slowly.

Huang Shuigen sat on the ground, burying his head in tears, his shoulders shrugged, and the upcoming parting of life and death made him feel infinite sorrow. Follow Wu Fan, thinking that the road of life has completely changed, if Wu Fan dies on the spot, he will still return to the past, not to mention, Wu Fan is his friend, and he also has a grandfather who depends on each other and is about to be alone.

Zhang Shiqin looked at Wu Fan silently, as if expecting Wu Fan to create a miracle. Tang Meiying stretched out her hand and brushed her sideburns, and the silver bell on her headdress made a pleasant sound of jingling bells, just like her mood at the moment.

The long-haired old man closed his eyes, and was mobilizing his true qi, ready to give Wu Fan a thunderous blow. He was waiting for Wu Fan to make a move, as the head of the faction, he made the first move, and it was not so decent.

"Piercing the Heart Splitting Void Palm Ninth Style, Breaking the Void!"

Wu Fan shouted, his palms came out together, and the pure and thick true qi erupted, squirting thin and explosive, lightning and thunder. Facing the long-haired old Dao of the beginner level of cultivation, Wu Fan did not dare to take it lightly, and as soon as he launched an attack, he used the most powerful ninth form in the heart splitting empty palm.

Piercing the heart and splitting the empty palm, it is the Zhenshan stunt of the Xuankong Gate where Lao Zheng was originally located, a total of nine styles, which belongs to the emperor-level high-grade exercises. Although Wu Fan has not yet reached the first level, and is only a small success at present, the power that erupted is quite amazing, and he can increase his attack power by twenty-four times.

This is only the first half of cultivation, if you reach the third level, you can cultivate the more subtle second half, and once you succeed in cultivating to the fourth level, you can directly increase your attack power by one hundred and eighty times.

As soon as Wu Fanfu attacked, the corners of the long-haired old man's mouth showed a smile that was difficult to be detected, and the true qi that had already been ready to be released followed by his palms.

"See your father and mother!"

The violent true qi gushed out in an instant, like a violent storm, a flash flood, destroying the world and destroying the world, and bombarded Wu Fan.

"Boom, boom—"

The explosion in the air shook people's eardrums.

Wu Fan was like a fallen leaf, floating into the distance.

It's over, it's over, the first thought that comes to everyone's mind, it's the same. The difference in strength between the two sides is like a moat, which is insurmountable. The ending, in fact, has long been doomed, but I don't want to think about it in this way, and I hide a trace of expectation in my heart, looking forward to the appearance of a miracle.

When Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting looked up at the field, they didn't see Wu Fan, they were all stunned, and they couldn't believe this fact.

"Don't do it yourself!" the long-haired old man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to appear.

When all the onlookers saw this ending, they were still unsatisfied, Wu Fan died like this, and Liao Daochang, the head of Jigongling, won easily, and the victory and defeat were divided in an instant.

"Wait, I'm not dead yet! "A figure of the sword flew in, it was Wu Fan.

It's just that he is already ragged and scarred. Slowly falling off the high platform, Wu Fan's whole body was drenched in blood, but he was still high-spirited.

"You're not dead, but can you still stand the second palm of this Dao?"

Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting looked at each other and cried with joy.

"I knew he would come back, he couldn't die!" Zhang Shiqin was ecstatic, repeating herself.

"Brother Wu, come on!" Li Lan shouted, tears of excitement flowed from his eyes.

Many of the leaders on the high platform all looked incredulous. Their cultivation is very profound, at least above the realm of touching the Dao, they are all clear about the strength of the head of Jigongling, and the blow he sent before, even if it is not ten percent powerful, there is ninety percent, and Wu Fan is not dead!

The impossible is happening right in front of our eyes, which is a big surprise.

"The hero is a teenager, Wu Xiaodaoyou, there is a healing pill in the poor way, you take it quickly. A middle-aged Taoist walked quickly to Wu Fan's side, took out a wooden box, and after opening it, it immediately emitted a strong medicinal fragrance.

Wu Fan took the pill, sat down immediately, and after a moment of luck healing, the bleeding from the wound had stopped, and the injury was more than half better.

"Thank you seniors, dare to ask your seniors' surname, where is the mountain gate of your sect?" Wu Fan got up, hugged his fist and saluted the middle-aged Taoist, and thanked him. Fortunately, it did not hurt the internal organs, otherwise, even if you take the immortal medicine, it will be difficult to recover quickly.

Fengyue Baojian assisted Wu Fan in his cultivation and broadened the meridian qi sea, which made his true qi majestic and not too far from that of a cultivator in the realm of cultivation. Therefore, under the fierce blow of the long-haired old man just now, Wu Fan could still not die. Of course, another reason is that Wu Fan's whole body tissues, every cell, are tempered very solidly in cultivation, making the musculoskeletal more tenacious, and the more thoroughly the hair is cut and washed, the stronger the physical body will be.

There are quite a few monks who pay great attention to the cultivation of the physical body, and the physical body is strong and is the best defense.

"It's just a pill, what a lot of worry, but Poor Dao has always liked to make friends with heroes. Poor Dao is Li Qingshui of Luofu Mountain, who likes alchemy on weekdays, and he has the opportunity to be a guest in Luofu Mountain. The middle-aged Taoist replied.

"Thank you Daochang Lee, when I return to Gwangju in the near future, I will definitely visit and have a good time with Daochang Lee. Wu Fan thanked again.

"Wu Fan, don't fight anymore!" Gu Xuanting shouted with a crying voice.

Wu Fan looked at Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting, smiled on his face, and made an OK gesture.

"Long-haired old man, come and die. Wu Fan stood in the wind and beckoned.

"You want to go to see your father and mother, and this way will fulfill you. The long-haired old man stood at the other end, waiting for Wu Fan to make a move.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and wondered, could Wu Fan still be able to turn the tables?

"The eighth style of piercing the heart and splitting the empty palm, burning the sky and boiling the sea!"

Wu Fan shouted violently, turned his palm into a fist, and swirled cross-spin for two weeks, and then his right fist was struggling to be punched.

The punch is used, but the heart method is pierced and the heart is split.

Because, Wu Fan didn't dare to let people see that there was a small gang cone in his palm, and his secret weapon imitated the Lei Gong cone.

Ninety percent of your strength can't kill this little mongrel, so you can use ten of your strength to break your bones. The long-haired old man scolded secretly, his body was short, and his palms were pushed out with all his might.

This time, the fists and palms intersected, and the momentum was even more amazing, and the roar of the explosion resounded through the sky, making people's ears suddenly buzz and lose hearing for a short time. But as far as the eye can see, beyond the smoke and dust, the fire bursts out. A blazing firework rushed out of the smoke and dust, and with lightning speed, it pounced on the body of the long-haired old man.

The long-haired old man, who was surrounded by the raging firelight, let out a terrible scream, one after another, which was terrifying.

Five of his disciples rushed forward, intending to save them, but they were forced to retreat by a heat wave that exceeded 1,000 degrees, and they could only watch their master lose his breath, and finally, turned to ashes.

The five disciples of Jigongling collapsed to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

A cloud of black gas floated away, it was the three souls and seven spirits of the long-haired old way. Wu Fan was indifferent, he didn't want to refine it, but he just had an extra jade plate in his hand, the identity token of the first hall of the underworld, Wu Fan wrote and drew on it a few times, and a message was transmitted.

Wu Fan sent a message to King Qin Guang that the long-haired old man was extremely vicious, and he should be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell and suffer from boundless purgatory.

The Eighth Type of Piercing the Heart and Splitting the Sky and Boiling the Sea is so powerful, not to mention, there is also a thirty-six times energy amplification effect of imitating the Lei Gong Cone.

Everyone was completely stunned, and the scene in front of them was far beyond their imagination, and they all thought it was an illusion.

In the middle of the night, someone in the crowd under the high stage let out an exclamation, and this exclamation, as if it was contagious, made everyone except Wu Fan wake up from their stunned and let out an exclamation in fear.

Wu Fan, is he a human or a ghost? In this world, I am afraid that no one is his opponent. The head of Jigongling is the beginner level of raising the Dao, and there are many old Taoists in the world who are more advanced than him, most of them are dedicated to the Tao and do not ask about the world, but the terrifying strength shown by Wu Fan is unfathomable, he does not know the margin, the end, and the old Taoist priest above the realm of raising the Dao, it is difficult to say that he will definitely be able to defeat Wu Fan.

"Woo-boom-"

Wu Fan let out a long roar and threw a punch into the air, making a loud explosion.

"Father, mother, the child has avenged you!" Wu Fan shouted with tears in his eyes.

If my father and mother also heard this news in the hell where they were imprisoned, they would have a little more comfort in their hearts. In the future, if they work hard to cultivate and grow, they will have more hope for them to get out of the cage and get rid of the sea of suffering.

"Wu Fan!" Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting both ran to the middle of the high platform. Zhang Shiqin and Li Lan also ran over, and Wu Fan created a miracle, which was too surprising and exciting.

Many VIPs on the high platform left silently, and the audience was still shocked, noisy and discussing.

The five young Taoists in Jigongling supported each other, stumbled, and were about to leave.

"Wait!" Wu Fan shouted.

The five of them trembled as if they had heard the call of the life-urging ghost sent by Yama, and they looked at Wu Fan in horror.

"The long-haired old man also greedy for my father's Sanqingling, you should know where he stored it, and handed it back to me. Wu Fan said coldly.

From the mouth of the long-haired old man, Wu Fan learned that there was a Sanqing Ling, which was snatched by him, which was the relic of his father and mother, and he had to take it back.

"I know that Master's bag has a Dharma bell in it. An older Taoist untied his backpack, took out a leather bag from it, opened the leather bag, found a copper bell with a handle, and handed it to Wu Fan.

When the brass bell shakes, it makes a crisp ringtone.

Wu Fan took the bronze bell and saw two lines of text displayed on the Fengyue Treasure Book:

"Sanqing Bell, also known as the Emperor Bell, the Dharma Bell, the earth-level Taoist magic instrument. Holding it in one hand and shaking it rhythmically to the side, it can succumb to the gods and eliminate demons, vibrate the magic bell, and the gods and ghosts are Xianqin. ”