C7 You are not worthy to be my opponent

This person had a tall stature and was tall and sturdy. He had a valiant look to him.

This person looked familiar, as though he had seen him somewhere before. But in that moment, Zhao Fan's memories of this man started to blur.

The one who spoke was none other than Zhou Kai, who was following right beside Wu Hao. It was no wonder why Zhao Fan had such a vague impression of him.

A few days ago, during the outer sect examination, Zhou Kai had personally witnessed the scene when Zhao Fan revealed that he did not have any talent in the Martial Dao. Because of this, Zhao Fan's reputation as a trash was completely solid. Today, Zhou Kai had coincidentally met with a quarrel between the two of them, so how could he not add fuel to the fire?

At this time, he heard the voice of a Guard Disciple.

"Trash!" You want to challenge the two of us with that little bit of cultivation you have? Is your brain broken? "

The guard sneered, not daring to believe his ears. Trash Zhao Fan actually dared to challenge the two of them! If the truth wasn't laid out in front of them, they wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death.

Yet, they, as Wanjing Pavilion s, were invited to battle by a publicly acknowledged trash. These two people felt that this was the greatest insult they could receive. Since the trash took the initiative to seek death, how could they not agree with him?

"This trash doesn't know the meaning of death. I think what that Junior Brother said was right!" One of us will cripple his cultivation and turn him into a complete cripple! Let him know how thick the sky is! "

Another Guard Disciple gave a look of approval to the disciple who suggested them. It seemed that this was how things should go. Zhao Fan, the trash who had offended them, should have crippled Zhao Fan's cultivation.

Moreover, the two Guard Disciple s seemed to be very normal when they said this. It was as if he was talking about something insignificant. It was as if Zhao Fan was their prisoner that they could slaughter as they wished.

"Have you two finished your nonsense? If you have finished, then fight! "

Just as the two Guard Disciple were considering how they should torture Zhao Fan, Zhao Fan's cold voice sounded once again.

"Trash!" Are you really that anxious to lose your cultivation? "

One of the Guard Disciple turned to look at Zhao Fan and mocked.

"If that's really the case, I'll grant your wish!"

After he finished speaking, the Guard Disciple raised his fist and was about to throw out a punch, but another voice came out from Zhao Fan's mouth.

"Wait!"

Guard Disciple's fist was frozen in mid air. Sneering, he said, "What is it? Do you regret it now, you piece of trash? It seems to be a little late! "

Hearing Zhao Fan stop the other party the moment he was about to take action, the gazes of the crowd all slightly froze for a moment.

Zhao Fan, this trash, was truly afraid. definitely did not expect that the Guard Disciple would actually attack him, and even use up his cultivation. However, it was too late for this piece of trash to regret. Looking at the attitude of the two guards, they were definitely going to make Zhao Fan pay today. From today onwards, Zhao Fan would definitely become a good-for-nothing trash!

Entering the group, he thought to himself. Every single one of them could see that the battle today was unavoidable, and Zhao Fan's cultivation would definitely be crippled by the two Guard Disciple s! Even if Zhao Fan were to kneel and beg for forgiveness now, the two would not let him go.

sparring between the disciples was not something that the Tian Ren Wu Hall disliked. If both sides agreed and had witnesses, they could even engage in a brutal life-and-death battle!

This was a life-and-death battle. As the name suggested. Only when one side died would the battle be over. Since the life-and-death battle was carried out with the consent of both sides, no matter which side died in the battle, the Tianren Martial Hall would not hold the victors accountable.

The world of martial artists pursued the law of the jungle, where the strong preyed on the weak. Those with low strength were destined to be bullied and humiliated by the expert.

Only by surviving in such a cruel environment could expert be forged. Perhaps the higher-ups of the Tianren Martial Hall had also considered this point, which was why they had not rejected battles between disciples.

There were even nine life and death arenas named "wind and cloud stage" built especially for the participating disciples. They had a very supportive attitude towards the life and death battle between disciples.

"Cut the crap!" I stopped you because you are not fit to be my opponent! "You two, attack together!"

A calm voice came out of Zhao Fan's mouth, and upon hearing it, everyone was stunned. He stared blankly at the perfectly straight Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan, is Zhao Fan crazy? The ones he wanted to challenge were actually two Guard Disciple!

"You two, together!"

The indifferent voice seemed to never fade away, echoing in the eardrums of the crowd for a long time.

Arrogant, arrogant!

Using these two words to describe the current Zhao Fan could be said to be extremely appropriate. Seven days ago, an outer disciple who had entered the Tianren Martial Hall with the lowest score had been tested to not have any martial arts cultivation.

Today, he came to Wanjing Pavilion. When the opponent wanted to cripple his cultivation, without a hint of fear, he actually dared to brazenly say that he wanted to challenge two Guard Disciple with Second level of Refinement Realm cultivation.

This Zhao Fan might really be crazy! They were called trash and went crazy.

A Guard Disciple with a profound strength cultivation could defeat Zhao Fan in an instant, let alone both of them at the same time.

After thinking about it, the crowd became even more excited, and anxiously wanted to see the scene of Zhao Fan being abused.

"Since this trash is courting death, you two can come at him together and help him!"

The tall disciple who previously advocated crippling Zhao Fan's cultivation once again spoke out. He seemed to really want to see the scene of Zhao Fan being crippled.

The Guard Disciple looked at Zhao Fan with ridicule: "You reckless trash! Did you see that!? The others all want us to cripple you together! You seem to know how to please people in this regard! However, I alone am enough to deal with a trash like you! There is no need for my senior brother to take action! "

Saying that, the Guard Disciple did not hold back, and aimed a punch at Zhao Fan's chest! This punch contained a tyrannical power, as well as an incomparably tyrannical destructive force!

The force of the fist was so powerful that it caused the surrounding space to distort, as though it was going to shatter the entire space! The fierce fist power created a gale in the air, stirring up the clothes of the crowd and even lifting up a large amount of dust on the ground.

"What a tyrannical fist!"

The crowd was shocked. They could tell that Guard Disciple wanted to use this punch to cripple Zhao Fan!

Zhao Fan is finished! This punch was so overbearing, how could Zhao Fan, who had cultivated to the first level of the Body Refinement, withstand it? This punch was not something that a person like Zhao Fan could withstand. Under a single punch, Zhao Fan would definitely be crippled!

The spectators secretly estimated the power of Guard Disciple's punch in their hearts. Many disciples who were at the Second level of Refinement Realm believed that they were unable to withstand this punch.

When the punch came out, the crowd all tensed up for Zhao Fan. There were even a few weaker people who felt sympathy for Zhao Fan. They did not recognize the miserable state Zhao Fan was in after taking that punch, so they simply closed their eyes.

Only Zhao Fan still stood in place without moving an inch. However, there was a faint sneer on his face, as if this punch wasn't meant for him.

"What is Zhao Fan doing? Why was there no reaction? "Has he given up?"

The crowd was extremely confused by Zhao Fan's action of not dodging or dodging. They all started to think that Zhao Fan had seen how fierce the opponent's fists were and knew that he was unable to withstand them, so they chose to give up.

The iron fists were rushing towards Zhao Fan's chest crazily! It was as if there was a beast's roar reverberating in the air, shaking the hearts of this group of people.

Just as the fist that contained a powerful destructive energy was about to reach Zhao Fan's chest, he finally moved. The smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with a cold, endless coldness. It was mixed with a thick icy aura, as if it was going to freeze the entire space.

At the same time, Zhao Fan extended out his left hand. This movement was as fast as lightning and caught the incoming Guard Disciple's iron fist!

"I already said that you are not worthy to be my opponent!"

A calm voice came out of Zhao Fan's mouth. His left hand was like an iron pincer, firmly locking onto the opponent's fist. The opponent's incomparably swift and powerful destructive iron fist seemed to be blocked by an irresistible force. Wanting to advance even half a step seemed to be an extravagant hope!

The smile on the Guard Disciple's face froze in an instant. He never thought that when his fist was about to hit Zhao Fan, Zhao Fan would easily use his palm to stop his full power attack.

"Isn't he a piece of trash? "How did you suddenly become so strong?"

Guard Disciple thought. His fist could not even move in the slightest under Zhao Fan's palm, causing him to gradually lose confidence in his own strength. He even started to regret taking the initiative to attack Zhao Fan alone.

However, such a thought only flashed through his mind. Zhao Fan was publicly recognized as a trash in the Heavenly Hall, so how could trash possibly be mentioned in the same breath as him? He was a Wu Xiu at the peak of the Second level of Refinement Realm. It would naturally be easy to deal with Zhao Fan.

He saw that his own punch had lost its effect under Zhao Fan's palm. Guard Disciple gave up on his fist and used his other fist to punch out!

"Die!"

The berserk fist did not hold anything back, it was still aimed at Zhao Fan's chest.

"You reckless dog, scram!"

Seeing that the other party was still struggling at death's door, and every single move was aimed at crippling his cultivation, how could Zhao Fan be merciful?

He threw out a fearless punch! It was aimed at the opponent's fist. The 5000 jin wild strength perfectly fused with his fist. The destructive power contained within it was far more powerful than a practitioner of Second level of Refinement Realm!

"Boom!"

A loud sound echoed out!