Chapter 42: One move

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"Hateful kid!" The monk surnamed Su hatefully looked at Su Fan's back, gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I, Bakun, has been in the Tianlin Kingdom for more than ten years. He hasn't seen any big winds and waves before he died. It’s not a loss for the brat to be a cushion!"
After saying that, he took out the big knife shaped like fangs from the small baggage behind him, and swaggered onto the high platform.
At this time, Deacon Shen and Yue Peng on the stage retreated together, and the monks surrounding them also showed fierce light and began to roar loudly.
"Boy, come up, let Grandpa Ba send you on the road!" Bakun waved the big knife in his hand, and pointed at Su Fan who was still in the audience with a fierce face.
"Haha, look at everyone, this kid is scared to go up!"
"Don't be afraid, kid, go up and put your neck under the knife. After more than ten years, you will be a hero again! Hehe!"
"This kid is not moving for a long time, don't be scared to wet his crotch!"
Seeing that Su Fan didn't move, the surrounding monks laughed loudly at him.
"Ha ha……"
When everyone's mocking words continued to invade Su Fan, he heard him smile coldly, who had been silent.
"I really don't understand... an ant that can be wiped out at will... what qualifications does it have to jump around in my eyes..."
boom!
As soon as the voice fell, a shocking weather situation suddenly broke out from Su Fan's slightly thin body. The black robe on his body was screamed by the strong wind, and the terrifying pressure made the surroundings of Su Fan low in repair. All the people are overwhelmed!
Su Fan's starry eyes were slightly cold, his fighting form naturally awakened, his figure slowly bent down to accumulate energy, and then he jumped fiercely, and with a bang, he fell on the high platform like a shell!
Even though the structure of the metal high platform is very strong, the force of Su Fan's landing has smashed the iron sheet on the surface into a shallow pit.
"You..." Feeling the vast and profound soul power of Su Fan, Bakun's calf twitched!
Although the cultivation base that Su Fan revealed at this time was only the ninth level of the soul, the aura he exploded was too amazing, the overwhelming aura almost made Bakun breathless!
"My God! How come this kid is so strong!"
"Yeah, I can't move just by showing my aura, I'm a half-step spirit warrior!"
"It's over, Bakun is going to plant this time!"
Most of the cultivators in the audience were in a state of chaos. After all, there were only dozens of soul men among the four hundred people, and the rest were mainly high-level soul men and half-step soul men.
"The son! This kid is obviously only a ninth-level soul person, so he is almost catching up with the soul person in his aura." In the crowd, the fat man said in shock.
"Huh, since ancient times, almost all the cultivators with great luck can leapfrog and challenge. With this young man's strength, defeating the opponent of the half-step spirit warrior, five moves should be almost the same." The young man looked on stage. Su Fan said with a smile and nodded.
"Five tricks? Hey, I don't believe it!" He grabbed his forehead vigorously, and said with a face full of disbelief.
"Oh? Great, then do you think he can beat the opponent with a few tricks?" The young man flapped his fan and asked with a smile.
"My son, you said he can defeat the opponent, I naturally believe in it. It is impossible to think about five strokes. Let me bet that he defeats the opponent with about 30 strokes!" Vigorously touched his forehead and thought about it carefully, and said his own. answer.
"Okay! I said five strokes, you said 30 strokes, let's see who can guess correctly!" the young man laughed.
"My son..." Dali's eyes rolled: "What if we all guess wrong?"
"It's absolutely impossible. I have exercised my eyesight since I was a child, and I have never lost my hand. If you don't believe us, look down!" the young man said confidently.
Just when everyone was shocked by Su Fan's outbreak, the battle situation on the high platform changed again.
"Ah!! Brat, I'm fighting with you!" Bakun, who was trembling with aura, screamed unwillingly, gritted his teeth and slowly began to release his aura, in an attempt to resist Su Fan The tremendous pressure caused.
Finally, after a long period of imposing competition, the two men are finally evenly matched.
"Well, you hateful kid, you suddenly attacked Lao Tzu while I was not prepared! Now let me see how you fight with me! Take your grandpa!"
The pressure was greatly reduced, and Bakun suddenly felt a lot of relief in his whole body. He is also worthy of being a fierce man who has experienced many battles and quickly organized an attack.
Huh!
Bakun's figure flashed, and he raised the sword in his hand and rushed forward with a vicious face. The sharp whistling sound burst from the sword, and he cut off at Su Fan's head!
"Haha, brat, I thought how good you are, but it turns out..."
"what!?"
Seeing Su Fan standing still and eating his own swordsmanship, Bakun grinned and laughed proudly.
Unexpectedly, he cut it down with a single knife, and Su Fan, who was still there, disappeared strangely.
Bakun's broad knife slashed in the air, and nothing was cut.
At this time, Bakun realized a terrible fact that Su Fan's speed was fast enough to leave an afterimage on the spot.
"This kid is so fast!"
"Afterimage! Only the body and martial skills above the middle rank can create such a vision!"
"So, this kid has a high-level posture on his body!"
Listening to the discussions of the monks, Yue Peng's face also showed a little movement. As a disciple of the inner sect of Tailingzong, the best shenfa he could learn was only a low-grade one of the profound level.
A little soul-man has a high-level body technique that can create afterimages?
This is something Yue Peng cannot tolerate.
We must find a way to get this skill!
Yue Peng stared at Su Fan's back, with a trace of greed in his eyes.
Looking at the afterimage slowly dissipating in front of him, Bakun's face was full of panic. He looked around for Su Fan's shadow blankly with his eyes, but found nothing.
Hum!
At this moment, there was a long sword sound in the space, and a cold light instantly tore through the huge momentum that Bakun had finally gathered.
"Look up!" A cold voice exploded in Bakun's ears.
"what?"
Bakun followed the voice and raised his head suspiciously, but saw a dazzling sword light sweeping across his neck.
puff!
Bakun's head flew high, and his blood-stained face was full of various expressions...
Confusion, doubt, fear...
"Really good!" Su Fan said gently, shaking off the blood stains on the sword.