"Yang Yibu, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, you let me mess with you, are you worthy" Hua Wuxian glanced at Yang Yibu lightly, and said calmly.

"Hua Wuxian, it's not up to you to say whether I'm worthy or not, it's not for me to have the final say, but it has the final say," Yang Yibu said with a demonstrative fist at Hua Wuxian.

"Yang Yibu, you are really confident, but your self-confidence is actually no different from death" Hua Wu's words were still calm, as if he was not interested in Yang Yibu's provocation at all.

"Hua Wuxian, you can really bear it, under my provocation, you can not be angry, your heart is very deep, I like you more and more."

A faint smile appeared on Yang Yibu's face, he was still very discerning in recognizing people.

Yang Yibu had dealt with so many monks in the Zixiao Temple, but he had never met a person as special and fond of Hua Wuxian.

Yang Yibu believes that he will never be mistaken by Hua Wuxi, this is a monk with very strong concentration, and has wisdom and stories.

The monks of the Zixiao Hall that Yang Yibu came into contact with, in addition to being arrogant and superior, they also had the arrogance to command.

But these problems are really not the slightest bit in this person called Hua Wuxi, his demeanor is very similar to the neighbor's uncle, although he is now on the opposite side of Yang Yibu, but he does not have excessive language.

Although Hua Wuxian's words were tough, Yang Yibu was understandable, no matter what, after all, the positions of the two sides are different, and the two sides are now in a hostile camp.

"Yang Yib, whether you like me or hate me, the final result is that you and I have done a show."

Hua Wuxian was still not angry in the face of Yang Yibu's praise, and said lightly.

"I've done one, hehe, I'm looking forward to it, I don't know if you and I have done it alone, or if you guys have done it together, and we've all done it together."

There was an evil smile on Yang Yib's face that hung on his face silently, Yang Yibu's smile was a demonic smile, and if someone who knew Yang Yib saw his smile, they would say that someone was going to be unlucky.

"Yang Yibu, you think too much, I never bother to join forces with others to deal with you junior, you and I have done one, of course, after you defeat them, the two of us have done it."

Hua Wuxian's words made it clear that he didn't care about anyone joining forces to deal with Yang Yibu.

"Oh, Flower No Hate, I see, you mean to see if I'm worthy of being your opponent, and then you're deciding whether to fight me or not".

Yang Yibu smiled evilly, and instantly understood the meaning of Hua Wuxian.

"Yang Yibu, you are really smart, you can understand a little, this is what I mean" Hua Wuhate, and he did not hide his denial, but he generously admitted it.

"What, okay, you let your subordinates die first, I can't wait for you to see my strength."

Yang Yibu said very arrogantly, and it was only then that his arrogance was completely revealed.

"Kill him with your strongest strength, I want to see what's so great about this arrogant boy."

Hua Wuxian waved at the twenty Yuan Infant Stage T-rank peak monks standing behind him and ordered.

In Hua Wuxian's heart, no matter how demonic and rebellious Yang Yibu was, in the face of the joint attack of twenty Yuan Infant Stage seventh-level cultivators, he would definitely be in a hurry and exhausted.

After all, where is his Yang Yibu's cultivation, he only has a meagre Yuan Infant Stage fourth-level peak cultivation, if Yang Yibu can defeat these twenty Yuan Infant Stage seventh-level peak monks, then this Yang Yibu will be too rebellious.

"Kill~" After receiving Hua Wuxie's order, the twenty monks who were standing behind him at the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage rushed towards Yang Yibu with their blades in their hands under a loud roar.

These twenty monks received the order to use their strongest skills to bombard Yang Yibu, so they had to carry it out to the letter, so at the moment they received the order, they took out their blades.

"Kill~" Seeing the twenty monks at the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage rushing towards him, Yang Yibu did not show weakness, roared, stepped out, and rushed towards the twenty monks who rushed to kill.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" Yang Yibu, who rushed into the group of monks, blasted out one punch after another, and he did not take out his blade pine sword to face the enemy.

This is Yang Yib's intention to hone his combat effectiveness, and Yang Yib and his opponents have almost always fought one-on-one before.

And for a long time, Yang Yibu's battles with opponents have almost always been a one-trick decision to win or lose, which situation can only be compared to the strength of the skill, and there is no actual grinding effect on the combat skills.

Today, it is rare that there are so many seventh-level peak monks to kill themselves, and the monks of this level of cultivation are neither high nor low, just used to hone their combat skills.

Yang Yibu walked in the midst of the attacks of the monks, and he kept waving his fists.

With each punch, a terrifying scream was heard, and with the scream, a large cloud of blood mist drifted away.

The blood rain was like a note, and the patches of blood mist gathered together and turned into a blood rain dripping, and the blood rain fell onto the earth, dyeing the ground scarlet.

But something strange happened, the scarlet blood on the ground only lasted for a short time and then disappeared, as if it had been cleaned up, or absorbed by something.

"Kill~Kill~Kill~" Seeing his companions around him being killed by Yang Yibu one by one, the eyes of the remaining monks of Zixiao Hall were all blood-red.

They were not frightened by Yang Yib's killing, on the contrary, because Yang Yib's ruthless killing aroused their courage to never die.

They desperately swung the blades in their hands to bombard Yang Yibu, life and death were only a matter of moments.

In the desperate attack of the monks of the Zixiao Palace, all the cells in Yang Yibu's body seemed to be very resistant, and the desire to kill made him enter a state of oneness and bloodthirstiness.

Killing a thousand enemies and losing a hundred self-losses, although Yang Yibu's combat power is amazingly strong, but under the hard work of the monks of Zixiao Palace, Yang Yibu's whole body has been injured in many places.

Blood oozed from his wounds, staining his ragged garments red.

"Tick~Tick~" Drops of blood dripped from his body, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood.

"Boom~" As the last punch fell, the twenty monks at the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage who surrounded Yang Yibu in the Zixiao Hall all disappeared.

Their bodies were all blasted into a blood mist by Yang Yibu, and finally disappeared under the earth inexplicably, but in Yang Yibu's space realm, there were twenty more Yuan Babies and Space Rings.

"Papapa~" A burst of applause rang out, and Hua Wuxian stood in the air and clapped non-stop, when Yang Yibu bombarded the monks of Zixiao Palace.

As the leader, Hua Wuxian, he didn't rush out to help and rescue his subordinates, he just watched with interest, and he was kind of with a faint smile.

"Hua Wuxian, all your subordinates were killed by me, are you so excited?"

Yang Yibu glanced at Hua Wuxian, who was standing not far away and kept clapping, and said with a smile.

Yang Yibu really couldn't figure out what this Hua Wuxian was thinking and what he wanted to do.

"Yang Yibu, I don't think they are a pity when you kill them, my applause is just that I saw the wonderful points, and I can't help but applaud, but there is one thing I must correct, they are the monks of the Zixiao Palace, not my subordinates, I just temporarily led them to kill you."

Seeing that his subordinates were slaughtered by Yang Yib, Hua Wuxian looked very indifferent, as if it was not his own subordinates who died, but people who had nothing to do with him.

"Hua Wuxie, you are not a good leader, you are irresponsible to your subordinates" Yang Yibu tried to provoke Hua Wuxie, because Hua Wuxian's behavior was too strange.

"Yang Yibu, why should I be responsible for their deaths, it is Zixiao Hall and you Yang Yibu who should be responsible for them, I am just a temporary team leader."

Hua Wuxian's tone was very indifferent, so indifferent that there was no trace of human touch.

It's just that if you think about it, just like what Hua Wuxian said, which monks were killed by Yang Yibu, when it comes to being responsible, of course, Zixiao Hall and Yang Yibu have to be responsible, he Hua Wuxian is just a team leader, and he is only a temporary team leader.

"Hehe, what a flower without hatred, it's just that you don't think I'm qualified to fight with you now."

Regarding Hua Wuxian's statement, Yang Yibu felt that he couldn't talk to him anymore, so he changed the topic, and this topic was a topic that the two sides had settled on before Yang Yibu killed the monks of Zixiao Palace.

"Yang Yibu, until now, I have to say that you are qualified to fight with me, but I still want to wait."

Hua Wuxian admitted that Yang Yib was qualified to fight him, but at the same time, he also said that he could not fight Yang Yib now.

"Uh, why" Yang Yibu was surprised this time, he didn't know what Hua Wuxian was thinking in his heart, he was extremely puzzled by Hua Wuxie's performance.

"Yang Yibu, don't look at me with any kind of eyes, I'm not afraid of you, but I'm just trying to let you recover, and when your cultivation is restored, it's not too late for us to fight."

Seeing Yang Yibu looking at him with incomprehensible eyes, Hua Wuxian smiled and said with a hateless smile.

"Oh, Hua Wuxian, after talking for a long time, it turns out that you are afraid of taking advantage of the danger of taking advantage of me, in fact, you think too much, which battle with the twenty of them just now, I just warmed up, as for the minor injuries on my body that are not in the way, they have been healed just after the battle."

Yang Yib was amused by the idea that the flower was hateless.