Coming with you?

"It's impossible to go with you, it's impossible to go with you in this life. ”

Yang Yifan had not yet recovered from the powerful pressure before, and when he heard Mo Tianbei's question at this time, he subconsciously answered it in his mind.

Hearing Yang Yifan's answer, the corners of Mo Tianbei's mouth twitched slightly. Since you still won't go with me, then don't blame me for being ruthless.

Before, he just wanted to bring Yang Yifan back to the sect to investigate, but now he has a murderous intent towards Yang Yifan.

It sounds, but it's actually quite simple.

It's nothing more than looking at Yang Yifan's good qualifications, he has reached the initial level of the yellow level at a young age, and his heart has risen in his heart, and he wants to include Yang Yifan in the sect and cultivate good students.

Who knew that Yang Yifan was so ignorant, and once again rejected his advice. How to say that he is also a Xuan-level master, he has been dismissed by others again and again, and no matter how good his personality is, he will rise a little angry, not to mention that his Mo Tianbei's temper is not very good.

The heart of love turned into a murderous heart in an instant, after all, there are some things that you can't get yourself, so you can simply destroy it, how can it be better than letting the opponent get it.

"Looking for death!" Mo Tianbei let out a low snort from his mouth, and the momentum that had weakened to thirty percent before was directly increased to eighty percent this time.

Yang Yifan, who was still holding on before, could no longer control his body, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, splashing smoke and dust on the ground.

At the same time as he fell, under the effect of Bacheng's momentum, the healing technique could no longer control the injuries in his body. Threads of blood oozed quickly from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and as time passed, wisps of blood even flowed out of the pores of his body.

In just one second, Yang Yifan became a bloody man. Fortunately, Chu Ruoyi fainted before, otherwise he might not be in a hurry when he saw his sweetheart like this.

To die, to die.

Yang Yifan shouted in his heart.

To hold on to this point, Yang Yifan has also done his best. After all, after his physique was promoted to the yellow level, he became a little bit, and with the healing technique, he was able to survive until now.

If his physique also has four points like intelligence, I am afraid that he will be able to completely surpass Mo Tianbei's ten-percent momentum.

Intellect?

When thinking of intelligence, Yang Yifan suddenly remembered one of his skills, that is, the spiritual power combat method. Now that skill uses spiritual power to simulate the Peach Blossom Boy Sect to practice the Flower Decision, because it is a simulated operation, there is actually no true qi in his body that should be produced by cultivating the Flower Decision.

Now that his physique is exhausted, his unadvanced strength will not be able to do the slightest damage to Mo Tianbei, and that agility is not enough to allow him to escape from his face, and the attribute of intelligence may come in handy if he counts it, so now Yang Yifan suddenly remembered this skill.

After all, how to say that practicing Hua Jue is also the treasure book of the Peach Blossom Boy Sect, although he has only practiced the Huang-level exercises, and he has simulated it with spiritual power, but the magic of the legendary system is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Yang Yifan believes that the practice of the spiritual power combat method simulation is absolutely no different from the one who really cultivates on his own, after all, it may be a magical skill that can be simulated by popping the body...

Time didn't wait for me, Yang Yifan, who was crawling on the ground and bleeding non-stop, didn't think much about it, and directly used the spiritual power combat technique, and practiced the flower duel and automatically started the simulation.

At the moment of running the Lianhua Duel, Yang Yifan felt that his four attributes, such as physique, strength, agility, and intelligence, had improved to a certain extent. He didn't have time to enter the system to check how much he had improved now, after all, he was still lying on the ground bleeding, and there was still a Mo Tianbei standing in front of him who was eyeing him, so it was really not a good place to sink his consciousness into the system.

With the operation of Lianhua Duel, the spiritual power that was simulated into true qi began to swim in Yang Yifan's body meridians, strengthening his physical fitness and increasing his resistance to Mo Tianbei's momentum.

After just running for a small week, Yang Yifan felt a lot better. Although he was still pressed to the ground like a salted fish, at least the pores of his body no longer spurted blood, and with the healing technique after increasing his intelligence, the blood flowing out of the seven orifices gradually stopped.

"Hey, this is... ？”

Just when Yang Yifan was still struggling to fight against Mo Tianbei's momentum, he suddenly felt that Mo Tianbei's momentum suddenly stagnated. Then the momentum that pressed on himself was collected by Mo Tianbei, and the mountain that pressed on himself disappeared in an instant.

"Kid, aren't you a loose cultivator, which sect are you a disciple?" Mo Tianbei's tone had a hint of change that Yang Yifan couldn't understand, and there was also a little eagerness.

"Loose cultivation, did I say that I am a casual cultivator?" Yang Yifan was still a little lost in his heart because of the sudden disappearance of the pressure on his body, and just when he was wondering if he was a little shaky, Mo Tianbei's words sounded in his ears. Yang Yifan didn't think about it, and subconsciously replied like this.

"Damn, you are a disciple of the Huamen, don't you say it earlier!" Mo Tianbei suddenly became a little angry, he seemed to feel something from Yang Yifan's true qi that simulated the operation of the spiritual power combat method.

It turned out that the sect of the Peach Blossom Boy was called Huamen, and Yang Yifan felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart, no wonder their names brought flowers. Peach blossoms, chrysanthemums...

Yang Yifan was a little angry and a little regretful when he saw Mo Tianbei's eyes looking at him. This was the expression he hadn't shown when he heard the name of Gong Yu's uncle, the Demon Yin Bull Demon King, could it be that Huamen was so powerful, just a disciple who had not yet started, could make a Xuan-level master fearful like a tiger?

Yang Yifan didn't know how rare the disciples of Huamen were, after all, there was a hidden danger of exploding when they snapped, and there were really few men who were willing to join Huamen. Even if the disciples who were forcibly abducted, deceived, and fooled back into the door by the disciples in the sect, once they knew that hidden danger, they would try their best to escape from the flower gate, and then transfer to the exercises of other sects.

Therefore, every disciple of Huamen is a very valuable asset, which also causes Huamen's extremely protective character. Once someone bullies the people of Huamen, there will definitely be masters in the door who will come to stand up for them.

If the outer disciples can't do it, the inner disciples will go to the inner disciples, and if the inner disciples can't do it, the elite disciples will go to the elite disciples. If the elite disciples are not good, it will be the turn of the elders in the sect.

Even in the history of Huamen, there are still disciples who have been bullied, and the head of Huamen has personally gone out to find a place.

Well... That time, the person who bullied the disciples of Huamen was bullied by the head of Huamen!