Entering the World Sect, Bufan can be said to be familiar with the road. Originally, Bu Fan planned to go directly to the core disciple area, come to the door one by one, see who was not pleasing to the eye, and beat him up first.

In the end, along the way, many disciples hurried to the martial arts arena.

After some inquiry, Bu Fan also changed his direction and walked directly towards the martial arts arena.

Coincidentally, at this time, in the martial arts training ground, just after completing the core disciple assessment, a group of new core disciples and old disciples were gathering in the martial arts arena to compete.

At this time, the martial arts arena was full of cheers, surrounded by disciples, on the four martial arts platforms, a few disciples who had just entered the Ning Yuan period, the fight was hot, you have a move, I have a move, and they are equal.

For a while, no one could help anyone, and there was a stalemate.

On the high platform watching the battle, several elders lacked interest, and at their level, it was difficult to arouse their interest in the fights between ordinary disciples.

The onlookers were also some core disciples who were eager to try, and a large number of inner disciples. As for the true disciples, the baby bumps of the capital sects, except for cultivation, generally do not participate.

After glancing around, Bufan found many acquaintances.

Finally, in a ring, a figure finally flew out upside down and decided the winner. And the victorious disciple was also out of breath, and jumped off the martial arts platform with a look of excessive consumption.

Seeing this, Bu Fan didn't wait, he was going to go to the martial arts platform first, and he would fight one by one like this, and the ghost knew when he would have to wait.

After all, the task is the main one, and there is not so much time to waste.

At this time, a young man with a gloomy appearance walked onto the stage step by step, without even looking at Bufan, and pointed at the white-shirted young man under the stage defiantly, about to challenge.

After the white-shirted young man went to the martial arts arena, the two didn't say much, so they started fighting directly. The moves are extremely ruthless, how can there be a momentum of competition, as if they are facing the enemy, and go straight to the point.

However, the white-shirted youth can break through Ning Yuan, and where is the opponent of the veteran Ning Yuan Realm like the Yin Ying Youth, without a few moves, he was beaten on the martial arts platform.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the white-shirted young man barely stood up: "Despicable." ”

It wasn't so fast just now, and the two could still fight, but as a result, the already powerful Yin Ying Youth secretly made a dark move, and the white-shirted young man was caught off guard and was directly defeated.

"Is there no one in the Funeral God Society? Even a waste like you can also be called Ning Yuan Realm?" the young man smiled mockingly, walked forward step by step, and as he spoke, he slammed his fist over.

"Be careful!"

Where is this competition, with the current situation of the young man in the white shirt, he will definitely not be able to take this punch.

This punch was extremely fast, and everyone had the heart to rescue, but they didn't have time to stop it.

There are already disciples who can't bear to look at it, but most of them may not be able to bear it, but they still choose to watch from the sidelines.

"Hey, the once powerful Burial God will be defeated badly, but fortunately I didn't join at that time. ”

"Most of the people in the Burial God Society have been sent out of the sect, and there are few masters left in the sect, and Mo Xiaoer is about to finish. ”

Someone mentioned it, shook his head, and shifted his gaze to the other martial arts platforms.

The fist blows in the face.

The white-shirted young man seemed to have felt the strong wave of qi, and suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Just as that punch was about to hit, a white palm firmly grabbed the wrist of the young man and took the shocking punch.

The young man looked surprised, as if he didn't expect that someone would dare to save people in his own hands.

"You're also a member of the Burial God Society?" As Bu Fan's strength increased, the young man grinned, trying to withdraw his wrist.

"If you don't agree with each other, take people's lives, that's how the Tianxia Sect taught you?" Bu Fan's cold voice sounded, the cold was biting, and no one felt shivering when they heard it.

Just now, just when that punch was about to blast over, Bu Fan dodged, jumped onto the martial arts platform, and with a single move of flying eagle claws, he directly buckled the right fist of the Yin Ying Youth.

Who is he?

The onlookers all looked at the No. 4 martial arts arena at this time, but they didn't expect to make a trip to bite the gold in the end.

The young man's name is Jia Batiao, one of the followers of the new senior brother Jia Ren, among them, he is not strong, but he is definitely not weak.

At this time, he was actually defused by a young man and easily, and he grabbed his wrist.

The sudden change is unbelievable.

In fact, this punch seems to be violent, but it has nothing to show for itself. In Bu Fan's eyes, it is extremely rough, and it is not difficult to dissolve.

Jia Batiao tried to withdraw his wrist several times, but was restrained by Bu Fan. It seemed like a bland claw, but he didn't even have room to struggle.

The other disciples' eyes widened, it was hard to imagine that such an ordinary teenager would have so much strength.

"Be nosy, you dare to wade into the troubled waters of my Jia Batiao?"

When Bu Fan's hand was slightly relaxed, Jia Batiao finally withdrew his wrist, took a few steps back, covered his wrist, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was hideous, and finally he opened his mouth gloomily.

Bu Fan didn't even owe a word of response, and he didn't look at the other party. Turning around, he threw one of the healing pills in his hand to the white-shirted youth.

"Is that you?" The young man in the white shirt was not polite, took the pill, looked at Bu Fan gratefully, and said, "Thank you." ”

"That's right, Xiao Er, you have broken through to Ning Yuan. Bu Fan smiled and chatted as if no one was around.

Originally, Bu Fan didn't plan to make a move, and it was nothing for people to get on the martial arts platform first, just wait for the next round.

As a result, the other party wanted to challenge the people of the Funeral God Society, and then looked at the white-shirted young man, but it was the shopkeeper of the Tianya Inn, the young man named Mo Xiaoer. Bu Fan hasn't seen him in the inn for the past two days, and it's strange, he doesn't want to go back to the sect.

The two fought against each other, and Bu Fan was not easy to interfere with, although it seemed that Mo Xiaoer was not an opponent, but it was not life-threatening.

How do you know that the other party suddenly secretly made a ruthless move, and if Mo Xiaoer died, Yu Lian Bufan couldn't tolerate it, jumped on the martial arts platform, and shot directly.

"You're looking for death!"

Jia Batiao finally picked up his wrist, looked at Bu Fan with gritted teeth, and blasted out a blasting punch, smashing towards the back of Bu Fan's head.

"Watch the back!" Mo Xiaoer was just about to swallow the pill, but when he saw Jia Batiao's shameless sneak attack, he hurriedly reminded Bu Fan.

Bu Fan didn't seem to hear Mo Xiaoer's reminder, so he asked Mo Xiaoer to take the pill and heal his injuries first.

Then he didn't even look at it, he didn't even bother to turn his body, and when Jia Bajo was about to succeed in the sneak attack, his right hand stretched back and grabbed the opponent's fist directly. With a slight force on his wrist, the other party was directly picked up and thrown onto the martial arts platform.

Fast!

Permit!

Vicious!

The corners of the mouths of the group twitched fiercely, and no one saw what was going on, and between the lightning and flint, Jia Bajo flew out upside down, and when he looked at it again, he was lying on the ground.

"Challenge, right, come, I'll be your opponent" Bu Fan straightened his clothes, step by step, and walked towards Jia Batiao.