"Hmph!" After a few seconds, a muffled grunt sounded, and immediately, a figure quickly poured out of the golden light.

Just as the figure was about to hit the ground, his body suddenly twisted, and after a circle in the air, he staggered to the ground and took several steps back.

When everyone saw the huge body on the battle platform, their pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, but they didn't expect the result to be like this.

They raised their heads and glanced at the emaciated young man who was revealed in the air after the golden light had dissipated.

A young man who seemed to be in the early stage of the Spirit Master Realm on the surface really defeated a master at the peak of the middle stage of the Spirit Master Realm, which could not be said to be too weak, but that Yun Fan was too strong.

Yun Fan landed slowly, quietly watching Mao Buluo, who was panting and his face was a little pale.

"What kind of martial arts did you have just now?" Mao Buluo looked at Yun Fan and was silent for a while before he asked out loud.

Yun Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Do you want to learn? I'll teach you." ”

"No, I'm just asking. Mao Buluo was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head.

Yun Fan's face turned dark, it was really a waste of my feelings.

"Your martial arts are too strong and domineering, I can feel a trace of the breath of the essence of the sun from it, with my body, it should be unbearable. Looking at Yun Fan's black face like the bottom of the pot, Mao Buluo knew that he had misunderstood and explained.

Moreover, he also knew that the power of that martial art was so powerful, it must be at least ground-level, such a precious thing, no matter who said that someone would give it away, not to mention that the two of them are still opponents now.

"You see, this is what my arm has only been burned by the essence of the sun. Mao Buluo pointed to his hot red, faintly trembling arm, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Yun Fan looked at his arm, thought about it, turned over his palm, and a bottle of elixir appeared on his palm, poured out a milky white elixir from it, and handed it to Mao Buluo: "Eat it." ”

Mao Buluo was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Yun Fan to give him the pill, so he didn't react for a while.

Yun Fan saw that he didn't move, and thought that he was afraid that this pill was poisonous, and was about to explain, but before he could speak, he felt a light palm, Mao Buluo reached out and took the pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.

This time, it was Yun Fan's turn to be stunned and looked at him a little strangely.

"You have no reason to harm me. "Mao Budao.

Yun Fan laughed, looking at Mao Buluo, it was really pleasing to the eye the more he looked at it.

"If you want to learn that martial art, I can really teach you. Yun Fan looked at him seriously and said.

"Are you sick?" Mao Buluo looked at Yun Fan as if he were looking at an idiot.

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"You're sick!" Yun Fan said with a dark face.

"If you weren't sick, how could you think of giving me such a powerful martial technique?" Mao Buluo looked at him seriously.

"It's more pleasing to the eye. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that. ”

"Then you're really sick. ”

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"Then do you want to learn or don't want to learn?!" Yun Fan forcibly resisted the urge to slap this guy to death.

"Bring it. Mao Buluo stretched out his hand to him.

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"I said no, no, but my body is very honest. Yun Fan glanced at him with disdain.

"Why don't you want it for nothing?"

"This thing is not for you, you have to promise me one condition. Yun Fan looked at him and smiled, just like a big bad wolf coaxing the little white rabbit.

"Then I don't want it. Mao Buluo withdrew his hand.

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"You haven't listened to my conditions yet!" Yun Fan was a little angry.

"On what terms?"

"It's very simple, if I can enter the Imperial Tomb, if I need your help, you have to help me. Yun Fan looked at Mao Buluo and said with a straight face.

"I've already lost to you, how can I enter the Emperor's Mausoleum?" asked Mao Buluo with some puzzlement.

Wang Zhen and Zhao Rui also appeared beside Mao Buluo at this time, looking at Yun Fan, with a little bitterness at the corners of their mouths, the three of them failed to defeat Yun Fan, and now that the senior brother is injured, the two of them will not be his opponents, since this is the case, there is no point in continuing to fight.

"Isn't there still a quota over there?" Yun Fan nodded in the other direction of the battle platform.

"Among those eighty or so people, there are dozens of people from the early stage of the Spirit Master Realm. Yun Fanyin laughed, "If you want to get a few people down, it shouldn't be difficult." ”

"You're losing a lot of money on this deal. Mao Buluo was silent for a long time before he spoke, to be honest, he really didn't know why Bai Yunfan did this.

"I know. Yun Fan nodded naturally.

"Then why are you... Mao Buluo couldn't help but ask, he wanted to know the reason.

"Didn't I say that before? Yun Fan said with a smile.

Some people can't get along even if they have been together for a long time, while some people just know each other as if they have known each other for more than ten years.

"At this time, shouldn't I be proud?" said Mao Buluo, touching his bare head.

"Fight for a spot first, and then get out of pride. Yun Fan said angrily.

"You help me?" Mao Buluo looked at him.

"You can't help it explicitly, but you can add fuel to the fire. Yun Fan touched his chin and said.

Mao Buluo nodded, and said a few words to Wang Zhen and Zhao Rui, but stopped talking, sat down, and began to recover from the injuries on his body.

Wang Zhen and Zhao Rui walked towards the fifty or sixty people and began to lobby.

After Yun Fan returned to the team, Mo Yue couldn't help but ask, "Childe, what did you say to that stinky bald head?"

Yun Fan immediately told the conversation with Mao Buluo before.

"You said that as long as he enters the Imperial Tomb, you will give him a scroll of earth-level martial arts?" Ling Zetian couldn't help but say loudly, looking at Yun Fan's eyes as if he were looking at a rich man.

"Well, that's the trick I just used. Yun Fan nodded.

"It's really a loser, a loser than me. When Ling Zetao heard this, his face twitched, and he muttered quietly.

"Don't you want your other arm?" Yun Fan glanced at him lightly, so frightened that the latter hid behind Ling Zetian and didn't dare to speak again.

"Yun Fan. Ling Zetian was silent for a while and spoke.

"Huh?" Yun Fan turned his head and glanced at him suspiciously.

"I can also enter the Imperial Tomb. Ling Zetian said calmly.

", I know. Yun Fan looked at him a little speechlessly, if a Spirit Master Realm at the peak of the Great Perfection couldn't enter, then why was he still staying here?

"I want that ground-level martial art, too. Ling Zetian stared straight ahead.

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"When did you become so thick-skinned?" Yun Fan suddenly said angrily and funny.

"I don't care, I want to. Ling Zetian said expressionlessly.

"You're still coquettish?!" Yun Fan looked at him dumbfounded.

"You, the eldest young master of the Ling family, still care about this earth-level martial art?" Yun Fan glanced at him with disdain.

"Like. He was still looking ahead.

"You're watching me talk!" Yun Fan really wanted to shave him to death with a big-eared scraper.

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