Chapter 1,240: Single fight or group fight?

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "If I don't go, will you take action?"

"Yes, the old monk has already said that the young benefactor cannot be allowed to commit murderous crimes again." Monk Guangji said, "The young benefactor should not force the old monk to take action, so as not to damage the harmony."

"Harmony? Do you think there is still peace between us?" Ye Bufan said, "Tell me, are you going to fight alone or in a group?"

"The young benefactor is extremely talented. He is the only martial arts genius that the old monk has seen in his life. It is definitely not possible to fight alone. We must join forces."

Ye Bufan laughed: "It's really shameless to talk about using more to defeat less."

Faced with his ridicule, Monk Guangji was not aware of it, but Qianmu Takeo couldn't help but said: "Boy, what do you know? This is the embodiment of the strength of our Big Dog Nation's martial arts community.

As far as I know, none of you in the Chinese martial arts world can produce so many holy masters. "

Ye Bufan shook his head: "That's because you are ignorant. Our Chinese martial arts is profound and profound, with so many masters. How can you brats understand it?"

"It's shameless to say that, you must know that the Shingon Sect represents the pinnacle of the martial arts world in the Great Dog Kingdom, and only we can produce so many masters of the martial saint level here."

Qianmu Takeo shouted triumphantly, "If you have the ability, call all the Chinese masters here. I will never say that you bully the few with more."

There are now ten martial saints present, and he and Guang Ji have reached the middle stage of martial saints. In his opinion, in this situation, no matter how powerful Ye Bufan is, there is no possibility of turning around.

"Is this what you said, don't regret it then?"

"Regret? I never know what regret is in this life. If you have the ability, just call the experts over. The more, the better."

This guy had an in-depth understanding of Ye Bufan before and knew that he came to the Big Dog Country alone without any helpers, so he was so confident.

As for the Watanabe family and Watanabe Mitsuyoshi, he didn't pay attention at all. Even if the opponent came, a battle of this level would not make any waves.

"Okay, this is what you said." Ye Bufan said with a joking look on his face, "Look back."

This time he came to the Big Dog Kingdom and was fully prepared. He brought the four guardians of Shenlong Island and the 36 Tiangang generals. He originally thought that he had mobilized a large number of troops, but he was a little regretful that these people were not put to use.

It's just right now. Since the other party wants to bully the few with more, then it depends on who has more people.

"Boy, are you trying to scare me? I'm not one to be scared."

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Qianmu Takeo said this, and when he looked back, he was stunned by the scene behind him.

I didn't know when they were completely surrounded, with a total of 40 masters surrounding them, each with their feet in the void, all of them were strong men at the martial saint level.

After the shock, he swallowed hard. When did a martial saint-level powerhouse become as worthless as cabbage?

Isn’t it said that the Chinese martial arts world is in decline? What kind of bastard is talking nonsense! There are 40 martial saints taking action, and there is a monster in front of him. How can I call this decline?

You must know that although they have gathered 10 martial saints today, they almost represent the top beings in the martial arts world of the entire Big Dog Country. Even if they search again, they may not be able to find a few.

But this kind of strength is simply impossible to show in front of others, and there is no comparison at all.

Not only was he shocked, but Monk Guangji also stirred up a huge wave of panic in the hearts of several people. They thought that although Ye Bufan was super powerful, he had a numerical advantage and would be able to defeat the opponent with more enemies. Even beheaded on the spot.

But now the situation changes quickly. In the blink of an eye, there are so many strong warriors at the martial saint level, and I immediately become the weak side. How can I fight this battle?

As for Qianki Takayuki who was standing nearby watching the battle, this was especially true. The scene in front of him was really a huge blow to him.

He has been training hard for sixty or seventy years, and he has yet to reach the threshold of the Martial Saint level, but if someone can just hit forty or fifty of them at a random moment, how can he still survive?

Liu Yun was also shocked beyond measure. He knew his master was powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. With so many Martial Saint-level experts at his fingertips, this was definitely not something ordinary people could do.

Ye Bufan glanced at Qianmu Takeo teasingly: "How was it? As you wished, how do you feel now? Do you regret it?"

"I……"

Qianmu Takeo almost spit out his blood. At this moment, he only had two words in his heart, that is, regret. He regretted so much that his intestines turned green with regret.

If I had known this, nothing I could say would have provoked the evil star in front of me, but now it was too late.

Monk Guangji clasped his hands to Ye Bufan: "Little donor, I think such a big fight would harm the peace of the world. How about the two of us fight alone and determine the outcome in one battle?"

There was nothing he could do. If he fought alone, with his years of cultivation, he might still have hope of winning.

If only one person ends up in a group fight, he will die miserably.

"Haha, you little devils are really

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It keeps refreshing my three views. I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. Just now there were many of you and you wanted to fight me in a group. Now that there are more people looking at me, you have to challenge me one on one again.

Okay, we want to challenge each other, right? You singled out all of us. "

Ye Bufan was too lazy to talk nonsense to these people and waved his hand directly: "Hit me."

The four great dragon guardians and the 36 Tiangang generals had been waiting for this moment in the Dragon King Palace for so many days. At this moment, they immediately swarmed up and started fighting after receiving his order.

The four divine dragon protectors surrounded Qianmu Takeo in the middle, and the others also fought one by one, surrounding the eight great Vajras of the Shingon Sect.

In this case, the situation is completely one-sided. The people in Dragon King Palace are all inheritors of ancient martial arts, and everyone has their own unique skills.

In terms of fighting alone, each of them is capable of defeating the Eight Great Vajras of the Shingon Sect. Moreover, four of them fight one. This is not a fight at all, but a unilateral crushing.

The situation on Qianmu Takefu's side was somewhat better. After all, he was a mid-level martial artist. Unfortunately, he had just been violently brutalized by Ye Bufan and had been seriously injured. The clouds in the sky were also taken away by the opponent, and his combat effectiveness plummeted.

At this moment, facing the attack from the four divine dragon guardians, he could only parry, but had no power to fight back.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this scene, Monk Guangji jumped towards Ye Bufan.

The current situation has no choice. Only by taking the young man in front of them as a hostage can they have hope of survival.

In his opinion, with his nearly a hundred years of cultivation, it should be easy to subdue the opponent.

"Six-Elephant Prajna Palm."

Monk Guangji was thin, but his roar was like thunder, and his palm was earth-shattering, with the force of thunder, hitting Ye Bufan directly in the chest.

"Well come."

Ye Bufan did not dodge, but also struck out with a palm. For a moment, there was a storm, lightning and thunder, and the Dragon King Palace's inherited secret book, Thunder Palm.

The two palms touched together and made a muffled sound, and then a figure flew backwards. It was Monk Guangji who was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside by the power of thunder and lightning.

He never expected that the other party was not only more advanced than himself, but also had such strong thunder and lightning power in his palm, and he was severely injured as soon as he took action.

This palm made him fly for tens of meters before he stabilized his body, and his whole body was numb. Fortunately, he had no hair. If he had, it would have been standing up by now.