My Chat Group Can't Be So Pitiful

However, Ye Fan still stood firmly on the stage without moving a muscle.

All these attacks dissipated before hitting his body. This was not the power of the cultivation method, but Ye Fan used the most original power of Tao to turn all the attacks into nothingness and return them to the space between heaven and earth.

All the disciples on the stage were even more horrified. They realized that Ye Fan was so unfathomable after they had personally encountered it.

They felt that the group arena match might be suspended. In order to prevent Ye Fan from going out to hang and beat them, they could only extend the distance further and start attacking with more intensive attacks, trying to suppress the opponent with firepower.

It's a pity that even if Ye Fan stands still and doesn't defend, these geniuses can't move.

Ye Fan silently counted the time in his heart. It is now night, and he expects to finish work in the middle of the night. Considering the speed of news dissemination and the time it would take him to rush to find the Spirit Sword Sect, he should make a move at this time. It cannot be delayed any longer.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

Ye Fan didn't use his cultivation and just punched with his body in a small way, that is, this blow can be regarded as piercing the sky. Although Ye Fan didn't use too much force in this punch, the violent fist pressure still took all the disciples away. The buildings all flew upside down with a bang.

The remaining air currents raged on the ground, and the people who ate melons were all messed up.

Ye Fan was also a little helpless, he really didn't want to use so much force, he had already put in so much effort, why did he still break down the building?

The melon-eaters stared blankly at Ye Fan, and a huge chasm spread straight from Ye Fan's feet to the fragmented buildings that had been bombarded in the distance.

"Linger!"

"Hao'er!"

……

Dozens of patriarchs rushed to the sky to find the arrogance of their own clan. Facing the power of the punch just now, the chances of their disciples successfully evading it were really slim.

After a while, several Patriarchs returned to the arena holding their clan's pride.

Without exception, all the Tianjiao in the ring before fainted, and a few people were injured.

But this is the effect Ye Fan wanted.

What will happen to this world if all the geniuses who defeated the Fairy Continent in an instant?

"You actually hurt my son's foundation, the old man will fight with you!"

Several shouts came, and several elders and the Patriarch joined hands to kill Ye Fan.

At this moment, it doesn't matter what shame or disgrace. Their own children are almost cut off from the foundation, which is cutting off their family's livelihood. I am afraid that these families will become vassals in the next few hundred years. How can this make them angry?

Seeing the crazy appearance of several Patriarchs, the Yuhua Sect Master secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his disciple of the Yuhuamen was the first to play and did not suffer too serious injuries. It took a few days of recuperation to recover.

Apart from sympathizing with several big families, he was also extremely shocked in his heart. This person named Ye Fan was definitely not the master of the younger generation he thought, and even he was not sure that he could beat Ye Fan in that move just now.

It must be some unborn old monster pretending to be.

"Little thief, die!"

The Patriarchs made a move, and it was another scene. The cooperation between several Patriarchs who were different from the disciples was extremely tacit, probably after many years of running-in.

In the blink of an eye, several patriarchs and elders on the kung fu stage had a clear division of labor and launched attacks from several directions, sealing off all Ye Fan's escape routes.

"Ha ha."

Ye Fan did not refuse anyone who came, and he punched all the attackers flying.

With the lesson just now, Ye Fan also understands that he must not use his cultivation in this world, otherwise, I am afraid that this continent will not be able to bear his power at all, even if he uses his body, he must be careful.

"Anyone else, come up, I will hit ten!"

Ye Fan bulged his physical body, and the space around him continued to shatter and collapse, and the people who watched melon-eating people trembled in fear.

Is this something humans can do?

I'm afraid even the gods can't smash the void so easily, right?

"Why did Fellow Daoist lower himself and pretend to be a young man to bully the younger generation?" the Ascension Sect Master asked.

Now the whole audience belongs to him as the biggest boss, and he must make a difference.

"Hehe, self-declination? This seat is supporting the younger generation. You should be grateful. If Ye Mou didn't show up, you might still be a frog at the bottom of the well. The so-called descendants of the gods may have never touched that realm in their entire lives. "

"Huh? What a big tone. Although Your Excellency's strength is indeed extraordinary and refined, but my family is not easy to get along with. If fellow Taoists are willing to leave here, I don't have to care about you."

The Yuhua suzerain wants to stabilize Ye Fan first, as long as Ye Fan can stop the Wanzu now, the loss can be minimized, and then he will plan to target Ye Fan in the long run.

As for those who don't care about anything, they are all lies. As long as they can stabilize the opponent first, Wanzu will definitely kill him later.

"My generation of monks is fighting against the Dao of Heaven, how can we be timid because of a small obstacle? If you and I were swapped, Ye Mou would never be able to say such a thing. I have to say, Yuhua Sect Master, you Let Ye Mou be very disappointed!" Ye Fan said casually and turned on the voice transmission for thousands of miles.

From the beginning to the present, Ye Fan's harmless sound transmission has never been interrupted. Even though many people did not see the scene with their own eyes, they can clearly judge the situation based on this voice alone.

Residents in the city were surprised to find that from the beginning to the present, the scene seemed to be completely one-sided, with only the man named Ye Fan crushing it.

"Okay, okay, okay, since your Excellency is pushing you hard, then I will try your strength!"

The Yuhua suzerain laughed back angrily.

"Three cleanses in one gas!"

There were three more figures of the Ascension Sect Master on the ring, plus the main body, a total of four people surrounded Ye Fan.

One breath and three cleans?

Such a familiar name, is there Lao Tzu in this world?