Chapter 1,182 Pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger

After he said this, everyone else present was full of praise, but Murong Chengdu's expression changed, as if he noticed something was wrong.

It was obviously a punch to the east, but the person who was punched flew to the west. This is obviously unreasonable. No matter how high the cultivation level is, this situation will not happen, right?

Just when he was puzzled, the smoke and dust on the top of the mountain dispersed, and a tall figure appeared in front of everyone. It was Ye Bufan with a leisurely expression, with the dog's tail grass in his mouth.

"Ah? What's going on? Wasn't he beaten into the mountain? Why is he still standing here?"

"Where is the Martial Saint? Where is the Great Elder? Where have they gone?"

"Let me tell you, the one who was beaten away just now was not Ye Bufan, but Lord Martial Saint?"

At this moment, everyone realized what the problem was. The person who had just been beaten into the mountain was not Ye Bufan at all, but the great elder Murong Chenglong.

At this time, everyone opened their mouths in surprise. No one expected that this would happen. How could this be possible?

The expressions on the faces of the Murong family and the Zhong family were instantly dull, and the smiles they had just froze on their faces. They all guessed wrong, and the result of the matter was just the opposite.

At this moment, everyone's cheeks felt a dull pain. The slap in the face was really too hard.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound from the top of the mountain, followed by gravel flying, and a figure jumped out from inside. It was Murong Chenglong.

At this moment, the Great Elder no longer lived up to the Martial Saint's demeanor. His hair was disheveled, his face was gray, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was the most annoyed at the moment. He had just withdrawn his fist strength, and suddenly he felt an overwhelming force that drove him directly into the mountain wall.

It was only then that he realized that the boy in front of him was completely pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he had also broken through the threshold of a saint.

"Boy, you're actually playing dirty, take another punch from me."

Murong Chenglong became angry with shame, roared, and punched Ye Bufan again.

This time he used all his cultivation, and for a moment a huge coercion swept across the entire place, as if the air around him was trembling.

In his opinion, the reason why he suffered a loss just now was that he was caught off guard and underestimated the other party.

If he uses all his strength, he will not lose to a young man in his twenties.

But the result was exactly the opposite as expected. Ye Bufan came forward with another punch, the same formula, the same taste.

Murong Chenglong flew upside down again

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He came out, and was driven back into the cave without missing a beat.

Everyone was shocked now and couldn't believe their eyes.

If Murong Chenglong was defeated for the first time, it might be attributed to chance or because of his carelessness, but being defeated twice in succession can only be attributed to his lack of strength.

But the young man in front of him is obviously only in his twenties. Could it be that he is also a martial arts master? How is this possible?

The eldest grandson Wu Gong burst out with a cheerful smile, looked towards the Murong family and shouted: "How is it? Murong old dog, you didn't expect that my grandson is also a martial arts saint, aren't you surprised? Hahaha..."

Now everyone suddenly realized that no wonder the three major aristocratic families supported Ye Bufan. It turned out that he was really capable and his cultivation level was not inferior to that of Murong Chenglong.

Those families who stood their ground and did not betray all breathed a sigh of relief and were overjoyed. It seemed that they had made the right choice this time.

And those who betrayed the three major families all turned pale, as if they had eaten flies, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

The ones who were hit the hardest were the Zhong family father and son. They no longer had the arrogance and pride they had before. When they were the first to betray and the first to join the Murong family, they never dreamed of this outcome.

If Ye Bufan really defeated Murong Chenglong, they would shudder just thinking about the consequences, and there would be cold sweat on their foreheads.

Murong Chengdu was also hit hard. He originally thought that as long as Murong Chenglong came out of seclusion, the imperial capital would be theirs, so he put forward the arrogant slogan that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish.

But now the situation has taken a turn for the worse and is far less optimistic than expected.

There is no turning back when the bow is fired. At this point, these people can only place all their hopes on the great elder, hoping that he can turn defeat into victory.

Under the gaze of everyone, Murong Chenglong climbed out of the cave again. This time he was even more embarrassed, with disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and blood stains on his forehead.

This time he figured out one thing. The young man in front of him was a real martial artist, and he was even better than himself.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Murong Chenglong, if this is all you have, you'd better kneel down and admit defeat. I can leave you a complete body."

"Boy, you are too proud."

Although Murong Chenglong suffered some injuries, he did not pay attention to them. On the contrary, he had a fierce look on his face.

"Do you really think my ability is limited to this?"

After he finished speaking, I saw him stretching out his right hand, and there was a terrifying breath.

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Sweeping out, a bloody long knife appeared in the palm of his hand.

The long knife was about two meters long, and its entire body was blood red. The blade was filled with bloody aura, as if it was made of blood.

With its appearance, a bloody aura filled the entire Tianzi Mountain, and the surrounding air seemed to scream overwhelmed. The people at the foot of the mountain felt that the pressure from above suddenly increased several times.

"Oh my god, this is a spiritual soldier!"

Someone in the crowd at the foot of the mountain exclaimed.

The weapons of martial arts practitioners are also divided into levels. The lowest level is ordinary swords, followed by precious swords made by ordinary weapon refiners. The next level up is spiritual weapons, and the top level is divine weapons.

After Dongfang Qingtian saw the bloody sword, his expression changed and he couldn't help shouting: "Xiaofan, this is a spiritual soldier, you have to be careful."

For warriors, in addition to their own strength, they can also use weapons to enhance their combat power.

And spiritual weapons are definitely a good thing that is hard to find. If a warrior has spiritual weapons in hand, he will be even more powerful, and his combat effectiveness can be doubled or doubled.

"Spiritual soldier?"

Ye Bufan still looked indifferent and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness. The blood-colored long knife was indeed good, but it was still a few levels behind his divine weapon Dragon Tooth, not even comparable to the Sky Thunder Bead.

"Boy, you didn't expect it, did you?" Murong Chenglong looked proud, "Forcing me to use the spiritual soldiers, you will only die. It is an honor for you to die under the spiritual soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up into the air, and the bloody long knife in his hand directly overwhelmed Ye Bufan with the sword light and fierce murderous aura that filled the sky.

"Great, this is the true strength of the Great Elder!"

"Young man named Ye, I don't think you'll die this time."

"With the spiritual soldiers in hand, the First Elder is invincible in the world, and the Murong family will win..."

After seeing the power of the bloody sword, the Murong family and the Zhong family all shouted excitedly. The appearance of the spiritual soldiers gave them hope again.

"Let me see how powerful this piece of shit of yours is."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he punched out. This time it was different from the ordinary ones before. He instantly mobilized the vitality of the world and condensed it into an extremely solid big hand of vitality.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored sword light and the big hand of vitality collided, and there was only a roar, and the violent energy swept the entire mountain in an instant, and even cut off a section of the top of the hill.