The Holy Son of Tsing Yi was very dissatisfied, and no one had been so disrespectful to him since he was a child. Arrogant boy in black, if I can let you stand and leave today, I will follow your surname in the future!

Everyone present was shocked by the punishment of such domineering words, and this guy seemed to be too full of words.

On the other side was the Holy Son of one of the three major sects, who gave him such courage to say this.

Chen Fan still had a faint smile on his face, as if he could calculate everything, and he couldn't get out of the palm of his hand. Stretching out his palm to the man in Tsing Yi in front of him, he said slowly.

"Why can you still grind and chirp in place? Hurry up and beg for a fight!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere among the crowd was boiling. Everyone can finally be sure that the Holy Son will definitely go all out.

The Holy Son of Tsing Yi didn't care about any self-cultivation at this time, and directly gritted his teeth and said: "You damn thing, I'm going to make you kneel at my feet today!"

After the birth of rage, the Holy Son of Tsing Yi condensed all the strength of his body on his right fist. The clothes are bulging, and the momentum looks extremely amazing.

A punch was thrown, and everyone who saw the monstrous power was shocked. Even if there was a short distance from this punch, the sense of crisis in their hearts was still jumping.

"What a strong punch, the black boy in front of him is definitely going to be finished. ”

"Angered the Holy Son of our sect, isn't this looking for death? A loose cultivator who doesn't have long eyes, I hope he will be a low-key person in the next life. ”

The disciples of the sect were constantly discussing, even if it was a casual cultivator, no one was optimistic about Chen Fan.

The crowd's eyes widened, desperate to see the outcome of the subject.

Chen Fan is like an old tree with his feet firmly planted in place. The power of flesh and blood in his body was boiling, mobilizing the power between the meridian bones, and then converging it on his left fist.

The two fists collided fiercely in the air, and the Holy Son of Tsing Yi had a certain advantage, because he rushed over with speed, and the power would be a little greater.

"Click!"

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the right hand of the Holy Son of Tsing Yi was bent, and then folded into an angle that made people feel incredible.

The crisp sound of bones breaking made people feel a little sore to hear, and the disciples of the sect couldn't believe their eyes.

The Holy Son of Tsing Yi couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and there was infinite madness in his roar, like a beast on the verge of death. He couldn't believe in his heart that his physical body could not compete with the physical body of a Venerable in the later stage.

His right forearm was directly broken, and if he wanted to heal completely, it would take at least nearly half a year.

And during this period of time, the strength of the Holy Son of Tsing Yi will not have any deposit. Although he is the chosen son of the sect, this position does not mean that he will always be able to sit firmly.

As long as a being with greater potential than him appears, there is a good chance that he will be replaced immediately. The sect took a fancy to his potential, and now his right forearm was broken, which greatly limited his development.

Infinite hatred appeared in the heart of the Holy Son of Tsing Yi, who knew that he shouldn't be held up, and directly used his spiritual power to kill the black-clothed bastard in front of him!

He regretted it very much in his heart, after suffering this big loss, his position as a holy son might be in jeopardy.

The battle of the sect is very cruel, just like raising Gu, only the strongest can stay and sit in that position.

Others who want to compete for the Holy Son must be prepared to be destroyed at any time.

The enraged Holy Son of Tsing Yi began to use spiritual power, and although there was no spiritual energy around, this power was still not to be underestimated.

The loud sound of the air being directly bombarded by spiritual power was like a flash of thunder, which made everyone's hearts tighten.

Chen Fan's performance just now really surprised the scattered cultivators, and in their hearts, they also thought that they were inferior to those sect cultivators.

Because there are no good teachers to teach, and there are not enough resources to improve the strength. Therefore, there are very few people who come out of the casual cultivation, but once they comprehend their own mastery, it is easy to break through.

Sect monks also have their shortcomings, it is too easy to follow the steps of their predecessors, and it is difficult to have their own innovations.

And in the Miracle Continent, it was difficult to achieve good results in cultivation just by following the steps of the predecessors. Such an operation can only be said to be a cat painted according to the tiger, and you can't get the charm in it.

Cultivation exercises are all run according to themselves, and everyone's physique and quality are different, so the exercises that are suitable for predecessors may not be suitable for contemporary cultivation disciples.

Seeing the spiritual power in front of him roaring towards him, Chen Fan's eyes froze, and his body quickly dodged.

"Boom!"

A deep crater was blown out of the back on the flat ground, about two meters deep. Chen Fan glanced back and couldn't help but sigh at its power.

The cultivation of the true god in the middle stage is indeed not something that he can shake now. It's just that there is no aura in the cave, which greatly reduces the effect of spiritual power.

And the punch he just made it difficult for the man in Tsing Yi to fully exert his strength. Thinking of this, Chen Fan had the courage to continue fighting.

"It doesn't look like Er'er, are the three major sects all wine bags and rice bags like you?" Chen Fan used words to mock after dodging the attack from the opposite side.

Only in this way can you further upset the other party. If you can't be in a calm state of mind, it's naturally difficult to think about more problems. When fighting, you need to be absolutely calm, so that you can give full play to your combat power.

The severe pain in his body made the Holy Son of Tsing Yi extremely angry, and hearing the mocking words of the boy in black at this time made him fall into a violent mode.

The spiritual power on his body blasted out one after another, and Chen Fan was also trying his best to dodge. At this time, he was like dancing on the tip of a knife, and if he was not careful, he would vomit blood and fly out.

"Is that all you do? It seems that I still overestimate you. Chen Fan was extremely careful to dodge, and his mouth still did not spare the other side.

The Holy Son of Tsing Yi began to overdraw the strength of his body, and a large amount of spiritual power boiled and roared towards the outside world. After a moment of bombardment, the spiritual power in his body was completely depleted.

A feeling of exhaustion hit his heart, and Chen Fan stepped forward at this time. I've been waiting for you for so long, and I've finally exhausted all the spiritual power in your body!

Chen Fan was not polite at all, and punched the opposite cheek. A few bloody teeth flew out, dear, last time he punched over, and the whole person immediately fell to the ground.

Stepping on the chest of the man in Tsing Yi, Chen Fan smiled and laughed.

"Didn't you want me to kneel at your feet? ”