Everyone was stunned by the sudden slap.

Seeing the young man standing in a long body, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's him!" the group of big men who began to talk couldn't help but exclaim.

They were the only ones who recognized the person who made the shot, the young man who had given them infinite shock just now.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, how dare he?

Who is he?

Where did you get the confidence to beat people on the territory of the Tianxia Sect?

Not to mention that He Shiren himself is strong, he is the core disciple of Ning Yuan Sanzhong.

The most important thing is Duanmu Ruxi behind He Shiren, who is the goddaughter of the sect master, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog, not to mention such a red and fruity slap in the face.

It is really that Bufan has changed a lot from before, and no one recognizes Bufan.

As early as before leaving, Bu Fan used the Yirong card, after all, there are most masters in the world, and he doesn't want to play himself all at once.

Isn't it fun to take your time?

Not to mention others, it is estimated that he is now running to the Tianxia Sect, saying that he is Bufan, and no one believes it.

Bu Fan didn't have time to pay attention to what others thought, and when He Shiren and the others entered the inn, his face was even more gloomy.

Even the few people next to him were taken aback.

Although every time Bu Fan who is smiling, he will suddenly get angry, but Bu Fan, whose face is gloomy, is definitely a precursor to anger.

They are not stupid, especially those who protect their shortcomings like this, and those who dare to touch him will not kill the other party.

Sure enough, after Bu Fan ordered none of them to do anything, he jumped out directly.

"You, you......" He Shiren covered his swollen cheeks in disbelief. After yelling for a long time, I couldn't say a word.

"It's you who hit, don't talk nonsense, hurry up. Bu Fan shook his wrist, his face was still unfinished, and he opened his mouth as if he was smiling.

"A sneak attack is a fart, Lao Tzu let you see the ...... of the World Sect" He Shiren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, Zhen Yuan lifted it, gathered on his right hand, and slapped it towards Bu Fan's head with a turn.

No one could see that this slap completely angered him.

So the shot is a trick, and there is no room for the slightest.

"Be careful!" Bei Eleven hurriedly reminded as he gripped the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands.

Although I don't know who the other party is and why I help him, I don't want to be involved because of myself and others.

"Smack!"

Before He Shiren finished speaking, there was another clear slap mark on his face.

Not only that, at this time, his right wrist was broken violently, and the strong strength impacted him to take a few steps back, and finally stabilized his footing. A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he couldn't squirt out after holding back.

How can it be!

A group of people were all blinded, wiped their eyes and couldn't believe it.

One move.

Just one move against each other made He Shiren suffer a big loss.

The cultivation of the two is obvious to all, one is three condensations, and one is one condensation.

The result was an eye-popping surprise.

When did Ning Yuan Yizhong be able to crush Ning Yuan Triple so easily?

That's right, it's crushing.

Transcending cultivation and ignoring the realm.

Some of them have even only heard of invincibility at the same level.

As for the cross-level challenge, it is all legendary, no, it seems that the perverted chief of the Tianxia Sect at that time can also skip the level and fight against the other.

But that's not so intuitive, crushing across two small realms.

Could he be a disciple of a first-class sect?

Some people even thought about whether to investigate Bu Fan's identity, in Tianxia City, even the disciples of the Tianxia Sect were not in their eyes, except for those first-class sects, who else was so bold?

"Okay, good, very good, you bastard, do you know who I am?" He Shiren finally reacted, with an angry look on his face.

In the end, he threatened for a long time, and seeing that Bu Fan was indifferent, he immediately turned his head and roared angrily at the other people: "What are you looking at? Give it to me, I don't believe it, one Ning Yuan and one heavy, is the opponent of so many of us?"

Several other people also came back to their senses, glanced at each other, and several people took out weapons in their hands, copied them from a few breads, and stabbed them at Bu Fan's vital point. At a glance, several roads are sealed and locked, and concessions are unavoidable.

The cultivation of several people is not weak, although they are not as good as He Shiren, but they can become core disciples, and they are also leaders in Qi training.

Practicing the same exercises, the coordination is also seamless.

The onlookers also shook their heads slightly, although they were very disdainful of this kind of group attack, but they were helpless, the other party relied on the numerical advantage, and it was in vain for you to be powerful.

At the same level, can you hit one, can you still fight a group?

In this regard, Bu Fan just shook his head and stood there without moving.

Until the end, when a long sword was about to stab Bufan.

Bu Fan finally moved.

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Bu Fan's figure suddenly disappeared, and an afterimage flashed quickly among the crowd.

The speed is fast, waiting for everyone to look at it again.

I saw a few disciples of the Tianxia Sect flying out one by one, falling heavily to the ground, wailing, and all of them lost their combat ability in an instant.

What's more, when he saw the long sword in front of him, he fainted in fright.

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, the corners of Bu Fan's mouth were raised, revealing a smile that he thought was very sunny, and he approached He Shiren step by step.

"You, don't come here, I, I'm Senior Sister Duanmu's person......"

"Duanmu Ruxi, if she dares to come, I will do it. ”

He Shiren panicked, and for the first time bowed his head in fright in front of a person whose cultivation was lower than his own.

Where the hell does this pervert come from?

Even if it was Senior Sister Duanmu, Senior Brother Jia Ren, who was immediately canonized as the chief, Ning Yuan Yizhong was not so fierce?

It's just a one-sided crush!

Every time Bu Fan took a step, he was scared that his legs were weak, and when Bu Fan was close, he couldn't bear it, kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"I hit you just now, can you take it?" Bu Fan bent down slightly, looking at He Shiren playfully. It wasn't until he was so scared that he almost peed his pants that he asked faintly.

"Serve, uncle, I take it, I take it orally. He Shiren cried and mourned, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar.

"Smack!"

Bu Fan raised his hand and slapped it again, and continued: "Since you are served, should you be beaten?"

"I should have beaten, I was wrong, I was cheap, and I didn't dare to come again if I was given ten more guts. ”

He Shiren was about to cry, and he didn't speak very sincerely, but he didn't dare to disobey Bufan again.

"Smack!"

Bu Fan didn't bother to play, the anger in his heart dropped a lot, and the last slap, holding Zhenyuan, threw it straight over.

"Are you comfortable?" Bu Fan said lightly, "Next time you do it again, you will smoke it yourself according to this standard." ”

"Comfortable, comfortable...... I really know it's wrong, wow woo woo......" He Shiren was really sucked into tears this time, and finally rolled his eyes and fainted completely.

Bu Fan rolled his eyes, a dignified disciple of the Great Sect, he couldn't help beating him so much, and he was knocked unconscious after a few slaps?

"Take him out, go slowly, and you don't have to go. ”

......

In the middle of the ring, the group came back to their senses, and when they saw the core disciples of the sect who disappeared and fled in a hurry, their hearts were extremely complicated.

In the end, he didn't dare to stay any longer, hurriedly paid for the wine, and strode away one by one.

It wasn't until everyone finished walking that Bei Eleven slid forward in a wheelchair, stared at Bu Fan for a while, and then hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Brother Tai for saving your life, I don't know Brother Tai's surname." ”

Bu Fan looked at Bei Shiyi with a complicated face, slowly came back to his senses, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and responded: "In the next step Qingfeng." ”