"Boom --!"


    Under the oppression of the extremely strong aura of the white haired old man, long Bufan''s knees suddenly bend slightly. At present, his face also becomes dignified. He immediately transports Zhenyuan to resist this oppression and insists that his knees do not kneel to the ground.


    "Sure enough, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. It''s not that simple to make me kneel down!" long Bufan clenched his teeth angrily, and a palpitating tenacity appeared in his eyes.


    He ran the real yuan in his body wildly, and stubbornly resisted the pressure of the terrible gas field. Suddenly, the bones and joints all over his body sounded the sound of rattling bone joints under heavy pressure.


    Long Bufan frowned. Until now, he has fully realized how huge the gap between Shenhai and Xingchen is. Only one breath can suppress him. If the white haired old man makes an attack, it is definitely a second kill.


    The people present were surprised. They could see that although this aura did not form a lethal attack, it was determined to press the dragon''s extraordinary legs to kneel. Obviously, the white haired old man of the yuan clan wanted to make a fool of him in public.


    And the dragon''s extraordinary eyes, because they support their legs and don''t bend down, their blood rises rapidly, and their eyes are soon covered with blood, a piece of red.


    "Courage doesn''t mean strength. I''ve seen a lot of brats like you!"


    The white haired old man snorted indifferently. He saw that long Bufan could be oppressed by the breath he released, but he still didn''t kneel down in public. His eyes were even colder.


    Then, the air field that made long Bufan unable to move also soared in an instant. The powerful momentum was like a gravity array, that is, when you saw the brick where long Bufan stood at the bottom of his feet, the "pop" burst, which was directly pressed and burst open.


    Long Bufan gave a stuffy hum and immediately looked like an air leaking balloon. The real yuan resisted in his body collapsed at the moment when the floor burst. His body could no longer bear the pressure. He bent his knees and knelt towards the ground.


    "Hiss ~!"


    However, just as long Bufan''s knees were about to touch the floor, leisurely, a red energy suddenly burst out, directly tearing the aura of the white haired old man, and with the momentum of turning the world around, he lifted long Bufan''s body up and stood firm again.


    "Old man Du, open hand to a younger generation, ha ha, you really have a face!" Hong lie snorted coldly. There was a touch of anger in his eyes. Naturally, he would not compromise.


    Although the sect power of lingxuanwu mansion can''t compare with that of Yuanmen sect, it''s not allowed to be bullied!


    As soon as the voice fell, Honglie also had a strong momentum to rush away and hold against the white haired old man!


    The aura of both sides was even, and no one had a point advantage.


    It is rare for those sectarian forces around to see that the competition between lingxuanwu mansion and Yuanmen sect from the junior generation has evolved into the competition between the senior level of the sect.


    After all, if there is a dispute and a big fight between the two high-level sects, it is very likely to develop into a battle between the two sects.


    Everyone was surprised, but their eyes also became a little interested. In this land, the battle between sects has not broken out for a long time.