Zhang Bufan was unaware of the sudden appearance of the hand, and when he went to grab the psychic grass again, he only held half of the psychic grass, and the other half was in the hands of the uninvited guest Pang Hu.

This Pang Hu cultivated to be in the fivefold cultivation realm, and he was the most beautiful person in the outer gate, so he was full of jealousy for the fact that his cultivation was as low as the cultivation realm, but he was the disciple of the elder Feng Jianfeng in the inner gate, and as long as he met Zhang Bufan on weekdays, he would inevitably be insulted.

Today, Pang Hu happened to see Zhang Bufan coming to the outer gate, he didn't recognize any psychic grass, but he would not let go of this opportunity to bully Zhang Bufan.

It's a pity that today's Zhang Bufan is a different person.

There was no concession as Pang Hu expected, Zhang Bufan was still holding on to the spirit grass in front of him, and he didn't mean to let go.

"Waste, don't get out of here, I want this silver spirit grass!" Pang Hu sneered, and his words were even more unscrupulous: "And all your examples this time, I'm going to do it too!"

Pang Hu's actions attracted many disciples who had noticed Zhang Bufan's coming here for a long time, and when they saw Pang Hu and him in a head-on conflict, these onlookers talked a lot.

"Didn't you say that half of this waste had already stepped into the ghost gate?

"Even if you don't die, you don't live like a dog, as a disciple of an inner sect elder, how noble your identity is, now we outer disciples can trample on it at will. ”

"Hehe, he Lao Tzu worked hard to get him the identity of this disciple who entered the room, and this waste wood can't be saved, three months later, Sifeng will test the sword, and he will lose the identity of the elder disciple, and when the time comes, even we are not as good as the outer disciples, I'm afraid the path of cultivation will be broken." ”

Listening to these unpleasant ridicules in his ears, Zhang Bufan's face was still calm, he rolled his eyes, and spit out a word at the fat tiger: "Get out!"

Zhang Bufan's voice landed, and there was a second of silence around.

Pang Hu's eyes widened in astonishment, Zhang Bufan, who had been cowardly in the past, lent him ten dares and didn't dare to say such a thing to himself, Pang Hu was a little suspicious that his ears had heard it wrong, and his two thick black eyebrows were twisted together, and he said, "What are you talking about!"

Zhang Bufan was already a little impatient at this time, his current cultivation had recovered, although there were many scenes of Pang Hu bullying that Zhang Bufan in his memory, but now, he didn't bother to waste any time on Pang Hu at all.

Zhang Bufan stared at Pang Hu coldly, and his tone was already full of irritability: "Tell you to get out, don't you understand people's words?"

At this moment, the surrounding area exploded, Zhang Bufan, the waste of the Hidden Sword Sect, dared to face the tiger today, this kind of good show, but there has never been one.

Pang Hu's face instantly became red and hot, he was already a bully among the outer disciples, when had he ever lost face in front of so many people, not to mention that he was scolded by Zhang Bufan, a well-known person in the physical training realm.

"I don't think you want to live anymore!" Pang Hu's anger value soared, and he instantly exerted force in his hand, wanting to crush the spirit grass in his hand that was half of what Zhang Bufan was holding half.

Zhang Bufan's attention has been on this psychic grass, and when he saw Pang Hu make a move, he stretched out his other hand with the speed of thunder, turned it into a blade, and slashed at his arm holding the psychic grass before Pang Hu exerted his strength.

Pang Hu's arm ached, and he reflexively let go of his palm.

Zhang Bufan took the opportunity to put away the psychic grass, glanced at Pang Hu with disdain, and raised his feet to leave here.

"Stop!"

"Zhang Bufan, what do you think you are? Three months later, Sifeng will be swept out of the house when he tries his sword, and you dare to be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu?"

Pang Hu received a slap on his arm, although he was surprised why Zhang Bufan had such a strong strength, but he didn't think too much, he was embarrassed in front of so many people, and today he would never let Zhang Bufan go back unharmed.

Zhang Bufan stopped and looked back at Pang Hu.

Some people, if they don't let him be a younger brother once, he will always think that he is a father.

Obviously, Pang Hu is this kind of person.

"Do you have a problem?"

Seeing Zhang Bufan's arrogance, the onlookers around him only felt that he didn't match today, and he thought that he was alive for a long time?

Pang Hu, on the other hand, gritted his teeth: "Of course there is something! I want you to die!"

Before the words fell, Pang Hu threw a punch, the fist was hot, with a whistling sound, like a burning fireball, smashing into Zhang Bufan's head.

It seems that Pang Hu was completely enraged, and as soon as he made a move, he took out his strongest martial arts, and Zhang Bufan couldn't dodge this punch. ”

Many people in the onlookers recognized this Flame Fist, and Pang Hu's Flame Fist had already been cultivated to a small level, and even ordinary people who practiced the fifth level of the physical realm might not be able to withstand this Flame Fist.

Zhang Bufan looked at the fiery fist, did not dodge or dodge, and the hot fist wind lifted his hair.

"This kid, can't he be stupid!"

The onlookers looked at Zhang Bufan standing there stunned, and they all had this thought, Pang Hu's punch down, Zhang Bufan will take off his skin if he doesn't die!

"Stop!" Elder Li at the outer gate saw that the situation was out of control, and Pang Hu, this kid, was actually moved with murderous intent and wanted to stop it.

But Elder Li made a move at this time, it was too late, Pang Hu suddenly burst out, and the distance between him and Zhang Bufan was already extremely close.

Rumble!

Pang Hu's flaming fist with murderous intent collided with Zhang Zhongnan.

The fist wind lifted the sand and gravel, and everyone's vision was blurred.

The scene was silent.

A monk of the fifth level of the physical martial realm has a murderous intent against a person of the first level of the physical martial realm, and the latter will die.

But Zhang Bufan is Feng Jianfeng's disciple after all, and Pang Hu's move is too reckless.

The sand and gravel dispersed, and the picture was clear, and only the sound of dozens of inhalations around me could be heard.

The imaginary picture of Zhang Bufan's brain bursting did not appear, and what was surprising was that Zhang Bufan grabbed Pang Hu's fist with one hand, and actually took the flaming fist hard.

Pang Hu was blocked by Zhang Bufan, and the impact from his fist made his heart tremble, when did this waste become so strong?

"You! Your cultivation has been restored?!"

Zhang Bufan didn't speak, raised his other hand and smashed it into Pang Hu's eye socket.

"Bang!"

Pang Hu resisted hard, but found that he couldn't break free from Zhang Bufan's control, this punch, he took a solid knot, and under the impact of the power of a wild beast, Pang Hu fell to the ground, and his right eye became a panda eye.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Bufan stepped on Pang Hu's back who was about to struggle to get up, Pang Hu's fat face was close to the ground, the whole person was embarrassed, clenched his teeth, and looked at Zhang Bufan's eyes full of resentment.

"What's the matter?!"

Zhang Bufan said, stepped on Pang Hu's face again, and imprinted a clear shoe print on his white and fat face.

"Zhang Bufan! I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives! It's not a pity for you to die a hundred times!"

Pang Hu was furious, in the past, he trampled others under his feet, but now that he has suffered this kind of humiliation, the critical point in his heart has already collapsed, he can only hate Zhang Bufan for trampling him to death, he can't move at all.

Zhang Bufan looked at Pang Hu at his feet playfully, this person is narrow-minded, and he will definitely retaliate madly in the future, although Pang Hu is rubbish, he is a member of the Pang family, the Pang family is the Xiuzhen family in the Hidden Sword Sect, and the power within the clan is not simple.

"Idiot!" Zhang Bufan scolded in a low voice, flicked his whip legs, and kicked the ball to kick Pang Hu five meters away.

Pang Hu's fat body left a long drag mark with blood stains on the ground, and this kick, Pang Hu's flesh and blood were blurred, and he was half wasted on the spot.

The initiator left with his three-month routine, leaving a shocking eyeball.

Half an hour later, the news that the Hidden Sword Sect had not replied to Zhang Bufanxiu spread throughout the sect.