"Fan Jialiang? I''ve heard of you. You are the only core disciple of the Yuhua sect and the first of the younger generation of the Yuhua sect! If you defeat you, there will be no one in the younger generation of the Yuhua sect!"
Nangong Wuji looked coldly at fan Jialiang opposite, but his words were not polite at all.
"Ha ha, you are very confident! But you may never realize this sentence, because you won''t be my opponent!"
Fan Jialiang yawned. At his feet, an invisible shadow swept quietly to Nangong Wuji.
When Nangong Wuji found it, the shadow had covered his feet, and then the shadow was like essence, and countless black ropes appeared, binding Nangong Wuji''s limbs.
"Ha ha! It seems that the outcome has been divided. Jialiang''s Taoist root is very special. He is a phantom Taoist root. He can control any shadow into real power, and the attack is silent and impossible to prevent."
On the throne, Li Yuanfeng saw this scene and immediately smiled with a trace of color on his face.
"Fan Jialiang''s strength is really good. If I''m right, he should be in the early stage of virtual God change. Coupled with this mysterious Taoist root, if he is the same friar in the early stage of virtual God change, it''s easy to lose."
"But, leader Li, you may not know that Wuji''s strength is not just the beginning of the change of virtual God!"
Nangong HAOGE sat in his position with a calm face. Nangong Wuji was not tied up and had the slightest worry. Instead, he joked about the tunnel.
Li Yuanfeng''s pupils shrunk, and then he was surprised to find that Nangong Wuji had a terrible breath.
This breath formed a violent vigorous wind, which broke all the shadow ropes wrapped around the body.
"What? Your accomplishments... Turned out to be the middle stage of the transformation of virtual God?"
Fan Jialiang looked at Nangong Wuji in front of him strangely. Among the young generation, there were monks with higher accomplishments than him.
"Brother fan, you''re not authentic! You hit me before you started! I''m not ready!" Nangong Wuji grinned and showed a row of white teeth.
Fan Jialiang''s heart began to raise a trace of fear.
But soon, Nangong Wuji disappeared in front of him, and then Nangong Wuji''s joking voice came from behind him.
"Brother fan, where are you looking?"
Fan Jialiang suddenly turned around, and then a huge fist hit his face on the door.
Click!
The fist was powerful, and a continuous sound of initiation sounded in the air. Then fan Jialiang rolled on the ground for a long distance and stopped.
His face was completely swollen and the bridge of his nose was broken, almost beyond recognition.
After fan Jialiang reluctantly stood up, Nangong Wuji ghost like figure appeared again, and then kicked fan Jialiang hard in the chest.
Fan Jialiang flew into the air, while Nangong Wuji was as strong as electricity. He shuttled through the air and made his feet hard every time, making fan Jialiang fly around in the air, but he couldn''t fall down.
There was silence in the reception hall.
Li Yuanfeng and the other elders all looked gloomy and terrible.
Fan Jialiang, the strongest disciple of Yuhua sect, was beaten by Nangong Wuji in full view of the public.
"Nangong HAOGE, Jialiang has lost and won''t let Nangong Wuji stop?" Li Yuanfeng shouted to Nangong HAOGE with a overcast face.
Nangong HAOGE was calm and said with a light smile: "Master Li, fan Jialiang hasn''t admitted defeat. He still wants to continue the war. We elders should not interfere in the affairs between the younger generation!"
"You..."
Li Yuanfeng was furious, but soon calmed down. He gave a voice to fan Jialiang and asked fan Jialiang to admit defeat as soon as possible.
But what made Li Yuanfeng angry was that fan Jialiang didn''t give him an answer at all. He already knew what Fan Jialiang meant.
He refused to accept Nangong Wuji and was unwilling to admit defeat.
Bang!
Fan Jialiang was blasted on the open space again. His seven orifices bled and his consciousness began to be a little blurred.
Nangong Wuji fell back into the open space again, glanced disdainfully at fan Jialiang who fell to the ground, shook his head and said, "it''s too weak! Is this the strength of the strongest younger generation of Yuhua sect disciples? It''s too weak. I didn''t enjoy myself. I''m very disappointed!"
"By the way, sect leader Li, do you have any stronger feathering sect? After all, you are also one of the five sects. Disciples can''t be all rubbish!"
Nangong Wuji looked at Li Yuanfeng in the reception hall and asked provocatively.
Li Yuanfeng gripped the handrail with his right hand, and his green tendons appeared.
Why didn''t he know that Nangong Wuji said it on purpose.
Fan Jialiang is the strongest disciple of Yuhua sect. Now he has been defeated by him. Now he still asks if there is a stronger one. This is a naked face!
Nangong HAOGE finally opened his mouth. He scolded: "limitless, no nonsense. Fan Jialiang is already the strongest young generation of Yuhua gate. Who else can challenge you!"
After that, Nangong HAOGE apologized to Li Yuanfeng and said, "Lord Li, Wuji, he is young and not very talkative. Please don''t worry too much about it."
"And fan Jialiang''s strength is really good. You know, in the early stage of empty God change, he can''t support three moves in the hands of limitless, but it''s not easy for him to fight with limitless to this extent!"
Li Yuanfeng''s face was gloomy and terrible. Although Nangong HAOGE said comforting words, the more he heard it, the worse it was.
Bang!
Just then, at the stone gate in front of the open space, two young people came.
What attracted people''s attention was that the two young people were wearing the clothes of external disciples.
The two disciples soon came to the open space. The leader suddenly locked his eyes on Lu Miaozhen, who was standing beside Nangong HAOGE.
"What are you two external disciples doing in Zhufeng reception hall? Who allowed you to come in?"
When Li Yuanfeng saw the two men, his face was very ugly and he immediately scolded.
These two people are none other than Zhuo Wen and Tang Hongmiao.
After dawn today, Zhuo Wen left his residence and came towards the main peak with Tang Hongmiao.
"Brother Zhuo, we are external disciples after all. It''s against the rules to enter here now! I think we''d better leave first!"
Tang Hongmiao lowered his head. He didn''t dare to look at Li Yuanfeng and other senior officials of the feather gate, just like a child who did something wrong.
"It''s all right. They can''t help us!"
Zhuo Wen said and noticed fan Jialiang who was beaten to the ground in the open space.
He recognized fan Jialiang at a glance. It was the young man he met on the fourth floor of Shentong pavilion a few days ago.
Now I''m seriously beaten.
"Younger martial brother, go quickly! This is not where you should come!"
Fan Jialiang also recognized Zhuo Wen and quickly opened his mouth to let Zhuo Wen leave here.
Zhuo Wen came to fan Jialiang, took out a healing pill and handed it to fan Jialiang.
Fan Jialiang''s eyes were complex. He declined Zhuo Wen''s healing pill and took out a higher-level healing pill.
Zhuo Wen is speechless. He is worthy of being the core disciple of Yuhua sect. He is always equipped with an advanced healing pill.
Speaking of it, Zhuo Wendan hasn''t been promoted for a long time, and his divine Dan level is not very high.
It seems that he should spend some time to improve Dan Dao and array Dao. These two auxiliary skills have always been very helpful to him.