307: C307 What Was the Limit

C307 What Was the Limit

When Meng Zilee heard Yang Fan's words, the corner of his eye twitched a few times. He just wanted to reply with a chuckle.

But in the end, he only cupped his hands and returned to his original position with a depressed expression.

Yang Fan coughed dryly. It was indeed a blow to think that he should not have said the last sentence...

At the place where the older generation of martial practitioners gathered, a trace of surprise flashed across the face of the Jade Cloud Sect's Sect Master.

Yang Fan's martial skill was indeed different from the others. Moreover, its power could actually be stacked to such a degree. Then, what was the final limit?

The other sects that were also in the first tier of the Jade Cloud Sect were also the organizers of the trade fair.

The Sect Master of these sects were all here, and the expressions on their faces were different. The only similarity was that they were all shocked.

"Elder Zhuo, your Origin Returning Sect has an extraordinary genius!"

On the other side, those who were indifferent to Elder Zhuo and the others took the initiative to speak to him.

Elder Zhuo smiled and said, "You flatter me."

Although Elder Zhuo spoke modestly, his face was overflowing with a complacent expression. There was nothing to despise about this. If their sect had such a genius, they would have long started showing off.

More and more people took the initiative to talk to Elder Zhuo and the others instead of rejecting them.

In the arena, Yang Fan was waiting for the others to enter the arena.

As for the others, they looked at Yang Fan, but none of them had the intention to attack him. At least, the other three God Refining Stage Layer Seven warriors who were ranked on the Flying Ranking would not step forward.

"What an abnormal martial skill!" The three of them thought in their hearts.

Many people had this thought, but they guessed it. Although this martial skill was powerful, it was definitely very difficult to cultivate. Yang Fan being able to cultivate it to the perfect level also meant that his natural endowment was first class.

For God Refining Stage Layer Seven warriors, those who didn't make a move were only God Refining Stage Layer Eight warriors.

Everyone looked at the few people who stood out among the crowd.

Because only those under the age of thirty could be considered as the younger generation, there were only three people in all the Earth sects who had broken through to this realm.

These five people were the experts of the Flying Ranking.

Among them, Weichen was the strongest, followed by Hua Yirui. The other person was a skinny young man. His face was sallow and looked like he was malnourished.

However, he had the strength of a God Refining Stage Layer Eight, and was ranked exactly 600 on the Flying Ranking.

The ones ranked 600 were all God Refining Stage Layer Eight warriors, or scary guys whose combat strength was comparable to a God Refining Stage Layer Eight.

The sallow-faced youth was surrounded by a large number of young martial artists. With him as the leader, there was also a small circle. At this time, everyone around him looked at him.

The meaning was very obvious - they hoped that he would make a move.

The young man lightly smiled and planned to walk out of the crowd, but Hua Yirui was even faster.

Arriving in the middle of the arena, Hua Yirui looked at Yang Fan and smiled, "In the teahouse, we were all amazed by your strength, but we did not know you."

"Today, we finally know each other. What do you want me to do later?"

Hua Yirui made a joke.

"Anyway, this is my only move. It can't be considered to be giving in or not giving in." Yang Fan looked like he did not care.

"Oh? Is the power of your move enough?" Hua Yirui raised her eyebrows and asked.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture. "You can try it and you will know."

Hua Yirui suddenly stopped smiling and said in a serious voice, "Then I will try!"

The surrounding people had already quietened down when Hua Yirui walked out. They stared at the two of them closely, looking forward to the fight that was about to begin.

More accurately, they wanted to see how Yang Fan was defeated.

Compared to Meng Zilee, Hua Yirui was much stronger. Not to mention anything else, she was only at the God Refining Stage Layer Eight. He had already crushed Yang Fan by a lot.

The place where the older generation of warriors gathered was also much quieter.

Some of the older generation martial artists who were unwilling to accept defeat because of the juniors were defeated by Yang Fan could not help but lightly snort and say, "I would like to see if this Yang Fan's martial skill is really invincible."

The Jade Cloud Sect's Sect Master said to a white-haired old man beside him, "Chao Sect Master, who do you think will win?"

"Of course I think that Hua Yirui will win. After all, she is a disciple of my sect." The old man did not hide his opinion and said with certainty.

"Is that so?" The Sect Master of the Jade Cloud Sect smiled.

At this moment, Hua Yirui made her move.

Rip!

Hua Yirui did not immediately attack at close range. Instead, she pointed her finger out. A finger light drew a profound trajectory in the air. It tore through the air and landed on Yang Fan's right shoulder.

The trajectory of the finger light was too difficult to grasp. It made it extremely difficult for people to resist it.

Those who weren't at the God Refining Stage Layer Eight looked at the finger light, and from the bottom of their hearts, they had a feeling that they couldn't dodge it.

And this was only Hua Yirui's illusion.

Her real attack was at the back.

Yang Fan's way of dealing with it was very simple.

He circulated his true qi and condensed the the Power of Wind and Thunder in his palm. The purple and purple lights seemed to be formed by the green wind and purple lightning.

In just a breath's time, it formed a palm-sized mark.

The Wind and Thunder Seal!

Yang Fan took a step forward, and his left eye had some subtle changes.

Eye of All Techniques (Left)!

He struck out with his palm, and the finger light exploded without any resistance, but Yang Fan did not stop moving. The Wind and Thunder Seal in his palm released a terrifying energy wave, causing people's scalps to go numb.

Hua Yirui's attack was like a mist. It seemed like there was no strength in it, but in fact, there was a surging undercurrent.

That soundless attack was simply impossible to guard against.

In Yang Fan's left eye, that hazy and expanding mist contained an extremely powerful force. It swept towards him in an extremely feminine manner.

However, the weak point of the energy flow was also clearly exposed in his left eye.

Boom!

When the Wind and Thunder Seal hit that spot, the water vapor seemed to have been struck by lightning. After a slight tremble, it suddenly exploded. Like the impact of a river, it swept out in all directions.2

In the surrounding dozens of meters, the hard, metal-like floor had all been shattered into pieces.

Hua Yirui retreated five steps in a row before stabilizing her body.

Everyone was shocked by Yang Fan's martial skill. Its power had actually been superimposed to such a degree. They all looked at Hua Yirui. Did the latter block it?

"Cough..."

A cough sounded out from Hua Yirui's mouth. Immediately, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

Her originally stable body shook once again and her face quickly turned pale.

She did not suffer any serious injuries, but in the end, she was still unable to block Yang Fan's palm.

She lost.

Hua Yirui also lost!

Was there a limit to the power of the superposition of Yang Fan's martial skill? Or was there a limit?

At this moment, everyone could not help but think this way.

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