"Arrogance!"

"Bold!"

The long-faced monk and everyone immediately glared at Yang Yifan angrily.

In their opinion, Yang Yifan was just a disciple of Yun Qingfeng, and even Yun Qingfeng had been defeated by their master with a sword, this Yang Yifan dared to say such a thing, it was simply arrogant!

Although they had heard of Yang Yifan's prestige, they didn't think that Yang Yifan was qualified to fight their master, in their consciousness, Yun Qingfeng was not qualified to fight with their master, let alone Yang Yifan!

"You say I'm not worthy?"

The little junior sister's gaze instantly became cold, like lightning, stabbing Yang Yifan!

At this moment, a powerful sword intent rose up around her, like a flood beast, suppressing Yang Yifan!

"Why, you don't believe me?"

Yang Yifan narrowed his eyes, did not get angry, but smiled coldly: "In this case, then I will also take a sword, this sword, if you can take it, the three of us master and apprentice will not say a word, turn around and leave, if not, let your master stop hiding his head and shrink his tail, and hurry up to fight!" ”

"Arrogance!"

Hearing this, the anger in the eyes of more than a dozen monks became even stronger!

In their eyes, Yang Yifan is just a master of building an eight-layer foundation, and he is not even as good as Lu Shenqing's cultivation, and he dares to say such a thing, not looking for death!

"I'd like to see what qualifications you have to say such a thing!"

The little junior sister snorted coldly and slashed down with a sword!

This sword was galloping, like thunder, carrying a powerful sword intent, and slashed towards Yang Yifan overwhelmingly, three points stronger than the sword that slashed at Lu Shenqing before!

Seeing this sword, everyone in the long-faced monk looked cold and arrogant!

"Little Senior Sister's sword intent has made a new breakthrough!"

"This sword is so strong, I'm afraid that the little junior sister is already an invincible opponent at the ninth layer of the foundation!"

"You should teach this kid a lesson, if you dare to speak out, you have to pay the price!"

"I also said that I wanted to suppress the little junior sister with a sword, I think it was suppressed by the little junior sister with a sword!"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on that sword, in their opinion, even if Yang Yifan did not die, he would definitely be defeated under this sword!

"It's too weak."

But at this moment, Yang Yifan slowly raised his finger and waved it categorically!

He didn't even use a sword, but made a sword out of his fingers!

"Huh!"

As soon as a finger fell, the aura of heaven and earth around Yang Yifan suddenly surged violently!

Immediately after, before everyone could react to what was happening, they felt a burst of tyrannical sword intent surging out of Yang Yifan's body!

At the same time, Yang Yifan's fingertips suddenly had a powerful and incomparable sword qi appear, this sword qi was like a match, magnificent, and like a twisted thunderbolt, just a flash, and it collided with the sword qi cut out by the little junior sister!

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the little junior sister's sword qi was directly shattered as if it had been crushed, and even the sword intent inside it was directly crushed as if it had been destroyed!

"Poof!" The little junior sister was like being struck by lightning at this moment, vomiting blood and flying away!

"Impossible!"

"It's an illusion!"

Suddenly, the dozen or so monks, including the long-faced monk, all widened their eyes and their faces were full of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost!

They simply can't accept this fact, and they can't believe it's all true!

If this was true, that young man could actually use only his fingers to slash out such a powerful sword qi, which also contained a sword intent that made all of them tremble, wouldn't this be against the sky!

Not to mention them, even Lu Shenqing's face was complicated at this time, and there was a hint of sigh in his eyes.

Although he knew that Yang Yifan was very strong, he really didn't expect that Yang Yifan would be so strong.

You must know that the two of them are both eighth-layer foundations, and he is not the enemy's enemy of the woman at all, but Yang Yifan directly suppressed the woman without even taking out his sword, the gap is ......

It's also a little too big.

"Who said it couldn't be?"

Yang Yifan's eyes swept around, and his cold gaze was like a handful of cold water, splashing on the faces of the twelve monks: "If you are not convinced, you can take my sword!" ”

Today is to justify Qingfeng swordsmanship, originally Yang Yifan planned to make the last move, but since things have come to this point, he will naturally not be stingy, and simply stand up!

"Bold fanatic, I'm going to try how many pounds and taels you have!"

"Let me come!"

"I don't believe that he can suppress the little junior sister with one sword!"

Those monks had never been seen so clearly, and even when they were angry, they all rushed to the stage first.

Yang Yifan sneered: "Don't fight, let's go together!" ”

"it!"

Hearing this, the twelve monks couldn't help but burst into foul language, almost blowing up their lungs!

"That's enough." But at this moment, the little junior sister who vomited blood and flew upside down wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Yang Yifan's gaze with a faint complication and jealousy: "It's me who lost." ”

After the words fell, she looked at the group of monks again: "Senior brothers, don't fight, you are not his opponent, go and ask for a master." ”

Although this woman was called the little junior sister by everyone, because of her strong strength, what she said obviously carried a lot of weight, and as soon as she opened her mouth like this, although the twelve monks were still unwilling in their hearts, they couldn't say anything more, so they had to nod.

"No need."

Just as the horse-faced monk was about to leave this place and go to ask him for his master, suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

At the moment when this voice appeared, a figure suddenly appeared on the stage.

This figure was shrouded in black robes, but despite this, it still couldn't hide her delicate curves, especially the grandeur on her chest, which was almost about to come out, majestic!

Compared with the hot figure, this woman's appearance is even more beautiful, especially the ethereal aura she gives people who does not eat the fireworks of the world, coupled with a trace of sword-like coldness, which makes people can't help but want to take a few more looks.

But if you really look at this woman a few more times, you will definitely feel a burst of fear, as if this woman is not a person at all, but a sword!

An unsheathed sword!

"Master!"

This person appeared, including the little junior sister, and the thirteen monks immediately lowered their heads and spoke respectfully!

"This ...... Is this your master? ”

Hearing this, Yang Yifan's eyes froze, and his face showed disbelief!

Wouldn't it, this woman with a hot body and a beautiful appearance turned out to be their master, that is, the person who once defeated Yun Qingfeng?

But if Yang Yifan is not mistaken, it seems that it has been eighty years since the original incident, how can this woman not look old at all, how do you look at it, that is, she is a young === woman!

(End of chapter)