Chapter 3932: Rise

mad!
This is really crazy!
Facing the demon sect's Tianjiao Leng Yu, Wang Fan dare to speak so boldly, how crazy is he?
At this moment, many monks looked at Wang Fan in their eyes, a little despised.
After all, you can be crazy, but you must have crazy capital.
Although Wang Fan said it was good, it was clear that he was not so mad as to despise Leng Yu.
"Well, I have been practicing in cold rain for so many years, and it is really the first time I have seen you such an arrogant monk. If that is the case, then you should come first. I want to see if you can prevent me from doing anything."
Leng Yu stared at Wang Fan, smirked and said coldly.
Wang Fan didn't care about Leng Yu's rage either. After hearing Leng Yu's words, he nodded and walked slowly to the skin drum.
He took a deep breath, the Xian Yuan in his body burst into the sky in an instant, and his aura also rushed into the sky in an instant.
He clenched his right fist for an instant, then slammed into the drum.
"Boom!"
There was a violent loud noise, the drum trembling, and the sound shook the sky.
Some cultivators who were closer could not even withstand the impact of the sound wave, and were shocked to retreat again and again.
"Boom boom boom!"
Wang Fan didn't stop, instead he blasted three punches one after another.
If he was here last time, he still needed to comprehend the sonic martial arts while playing the drums, now he has absolutely no need to do that.
Wang Fan hit the drum three times in a row, without the slightest lag in the middle, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, everything looked so natural.
In an instant, even more violent sound waves and pressure swept over, puff puff puff puff, and soon, countless monks could not help vomiting blood and flew out.
Because the impact of the sound wave is too strong, and it is simply not something ordinary people can bear.
Looking at this scene, Leng Yu's expression was very ugly, and he did not expect Wang Fan to be so strong.
However, he didn't feel much anxious, because he was confident that he could definitely beat Wang Fan.
Because three years ago, he could hit the skin drum nine times, but now he is confident and can definitely hit ten times.
And ten times, this is already a legendary record.
He Leng Yu didn't believe that Wang Fan could break the legendary record.
It is precisely because of this that he dares to challenge Wang Fan in this way.
He just wanted to slam Wang Fan under his feet in front of Shen Yao.
He wanted everyone to know that Wang Fan was a rubbish, and in front of him cold rain, he was nothing.
On the other side, Wang Fan didn't know Leng Yu's thoughts. He closed his eyes, still beating the skin drum.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
There were four more blasts, and the more violent sound waves rushed in, and the cultivators around had already hid for a long time.
And now, Wang Fan has sounded eight times.
If he can't ring it for the ninth time, then his Kyogen just now is a joke.
Because three years ago, Leng Yu was able to ring nine times. If Wang Fan couldn't ring even nine times and Leng Yu didn't even have to do it, Wang Fan would have been defeated.
Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the thoughts of the monks around him. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and he took a joking look at Leng Yu not far away, then raised his right fist and smashed it fiercely.
"Boom!"
There were two heavy sounds again. At this moment, the entire sky seemed to have become dark.
A storm of endless horror swept across, even if the monks had been hiding far, they were still shocked.
At this moment, even the goddess of the temple gate, the witch of the demon sect, and even Leng Yu and other Tianjiao, under that power, couldn't help but retreat again and again, and didn't dare to approach at all.
Only Wang Fan stood there calmly, dressed and hunting, as if not affected at all.
Ten rings!
It's already ten rings!
This is already a legendary record!
As long as Wang Fan can ring it again, it will break the record.
At this moment, the monks who had been slowing down looked at Wang Fan, their hearts trembled, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.
unbelievable!
It's really too bad!
Leng Yu's face is also gloomy and terrible.
Things have progressed to this point, even if he can ring ten times, he has already lost.
Because he was sure that even if he could ring ten times, he would definitely not be able to make Wang Fan so relaxed.
Just as Leng Yu's face was gloomy thinking about this, Wang Fan suddenly turned his head to look at him, grinning, "Do you think this is my limit? No, you are wrong, I will make you desperate!"
Accompanied by the sound, Wang Fan's fist suddenly slammed out again.
"Boom!"
Two low and powerful sounds, this time, under the terrifying storm and sound waves, even the saint Xia Yuan and the witch Shen Yao, their complexions changed suddenly, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell down. Flew out.
Even if the two of them are like this, let alone other people.
Although Wang Fan was not affected by the storm much, but in order not to go too far against the sky, he spouted a mouthful of blood, stepped back and turned pale.
Twelve rings!
Wang Fan actually knocked out twelve sounds!
This is simply too bad.
Leng Yu almost fell to the ground in embarrassment. While his face was pale, his eyes were also dim.
Is the gap really that big?
This time, he was really hit.
When the storm subsided, Wang Fan looked at Leng Yu and said lightly, "It's your turn now."
"laugh!"
When Leng Yu heard this, he couldn't help being angry anymore, and a mouthful of blood came out.
Now he is going to hit the drum, isn't that humiliating himself?
But if he didn't go, he would also be a bit embarrassed.
Because Wang Fan said earlier that if Wang Fan made a move, he would not have a chance to make a move.
Now it seems that it is so.
The monks around, even the saints and witches, looked at Wang Fan in shock for a while.
There was a deep surprise in the eyes of the saint.
Because she knew that this time, the temple gate really picked up a treasure.
A cultivator like Wang Fan, who is against the sky, is simply something that can't be met.
As for the witch Shen Yao, deep regret also emerged in her eyes.
If possible, she would never solicit Wang Fan in this way.
Unfortunately, it is too late to say anything now.
Wang Fan ignored the two women, but smiled at another cultivator who challenged him, "You are going to challenge me in the sword formation? Well, let's join the sword formation for a battle."
The monk's face was also a little gray, and the confidence in his heart was already not so full.
But now, he can't and doesn't dare to give up the challenge, so he can only bite the bullet and agree.
Ten minutes later, the monk was defeated badly, his face was ashamed, and Dao Xin was affected.
Next, the sword formations, formations, and the Demon Sect Tianjiao who challenged Wang Fan, none of them won, and all of them lost.
At this moment, the eyes of all the monks looking at Wang Fan were even more shocking.
In addition to shock, their eyes also had enthusiasm and admiration.
They all seemed to be able to imagine that Wang Fan, a peerless evildoer, was about to rise.
The gate of the temple, it is very likely that because of Wang Fan, it will be glorious again in the near future.
They can witness the rise of this peerless evildoer with their own eyes, that is their supreme glory.