Zhao Yufan versus Zhao Yun This was the strongest master battle in a year.
Within five minutes, tens of thousands of outer disciples gathered around the arena, and even thousands of inner disciples came.
Zhao Yun is ranked tenth on the Qingyun Ranking.
She is known as the Black Scorpion and is extremely poisonous.
Even the seventh master on the Qingyun Ranking will be extremely afraid of her when they see her.
Even the arrogant inner disciples will not dare to offend her easily.
As for Zhao Yufan, who is ranked 20th on the Qingyun List, although he has the reputation of becoming famous after three fights in one day, he is nothing compared to Zhao Yun.
The battle has not yet begun, but there is already a lot of excitement below the ring.
Someone sets up a gambling game.
No matter who wins, they will pay two for one.
All the disciples placed their bets one after another, and no one was sure who would win or lose in this battle.
However, Zhao Yun had a very high prestige within the sect, so there were obviously more people betting on Zhao Yun's victory.
Zhao Yufan secretly looked at the bald boy behind him and lowered his voice: "I'll give you fifty thousand spiritual stones to make me lose."
The bald boy stared blankly at Zhao Yufan walking towards the ring.
He frowned and recalled what he had just said, confirming that Zhao Yufan meant to force him to lose.
On the stage, Zhao Yufan smiled lazily and said, "Can we start?"
"Start" Zhao Yun winked at Zhao Yufan and slowly raised her right hand.
A puff of black smoke rose from her right hand.
The black smoke exuded a strong smell of blood, making people instantly feel like vomiting.
"I give up" Just when Zhao Yun leaned forward and prepared to attack, Zhao Yufan's words caused her body to freeze in place, and her charming eyes almost burst out with flames.
Under the ring, everyone was stunned.
They thought there would be an earth-shattering battle, but no one expected that Zhao Yufan would admit defeat as soon as he arrived in the ring.
At this moment, Zhao Yufan leaped forward and landed directly where the bald boy was placing his bets.
He looked at the person who set up the gambling game and grinned: "Zhao Yufan loses, give me the money."
Hearing this, everyone collectively understood Zhao Yufan's shamelessness.
Did he admit defeat just to win the spirit stone?
After all, he was a master, so why didn't he have any grace?
The disciple who opened the gambling game looked at Zhao Yufan aggrievedly, and finally took out one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
The moment Zhao Yufan received the spirit stone, Zhao Yun suddenly appeared behind him and slapped him on the back.
The palm wind was strong, and the palm was surrounded by black smoke.
The black smoke spread very quickly.
In an instant, several disciples touched the black smoke and screamed, and soon their skin rotted.
"Corrosive Palm" An elder exclaimed, his face changing slightly.
When everyone heard the name of Corrosive Palm, they all backed away in fear, fearing that the black smoke would touch them.
Zhao Yun's famous stunt is Corrosion Palm.
Corrosion Palm is a Xuan-level martial arts skill.
One palm can corrode a piece of steel the size of a fist in three seconds.
And she has practiced Corrosion Palm to the fifth level.
So far, few people can escape.
The power of her corrosive palm Zhao Yufan felt the crisis behind him, turned around and kicked This is a normal attack, one that even a child can perform.
Seeing Zhao Yufan's attack, the hearts of the onlookers sank, and their tense bodies suddenly relaxed.
They had already guessed the outcome.
In a confrontation between martial arts and ordinary attacks, the winner was naturally martial arts.
What's more, Zhao Yun used the five-layer corrosion palm.
Not to mention that Zhao Yufan is a first-level intermediate warrior, even if he has a second-level strength, the chance of losing with normal attacks against Corrosive Palm is more than 50%.
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Everyone looked at Zhao Yufan with disappointment on their faces.
They lamented that Zhao Yufan was overestimating his own capabilities.
Many people thought that Zhao Yufan underestimated his opponent, but almost everyone believed that he would be defeated.
Of course, some people had expectations for him.
For example, the bald boy, Han Bingyue, or several inner disciples.
Among the inner disciples, several masters were watching the battle between Zhao Yufan and Zhao Yun.
Among the several masters, Han Bingyue was among them.
Being able to stand together with Han Bingyue, they were by no means ordinary people among the inner disciples.
One of the young men in blue robes squinted his eyes, raised his head, and said with a disappointed look on his face: "You are not overestimating your capabilities.
Zhao Yun's corrosive palm is not something ordinary workers can resist.
It seems that Zhao Yufan is really a waste.
There is no self-knowledge.”
Han Bingyue did not refute.
This was the first time she saw Zhao Yufan fighting.
Although she was nervous, she had an intuition that Zhao Yufan would never lose.
Zhao Yun's corrosion palm had corroded a hole in Zhao Yufan's shirt.
Zhao Yufan could already feel the pain coming from his skin.
He knew very well that if he was hit by the corrosive palm, his whole body would definitely turn into blood.
At this moment, he kicked out his right foot and hit Zhao Yun's delicate face hard.
Zhao Yun's charming smile was deformed by the feet on her face, making her smile look ferocious and strange.
One moment, she had already determined that she would win, and the next moment, she knew that she had lost, miserably.
Everyone looked dull, watching Zhao Yun's whole body spinning in the air.
When Zhao Yun's body fell to the ground, they looked at Zhao Yufan with horrified expressions. "" There was silence below the ring.
Everyone looked at Zhao Yufan strangely, and a thought appeared in their hearts: It would be too easy for Zhao Yufan to win like this.
There was an illusion in everyone's mind.
They seemed to think that they could defeat Zhao Yun because anyone could perform that ordinary kick.
However, only some experts understood that Zhao Yufan could win because the gap between Zhao Yun and him was too big.
Zhao Yufan can defeat Zhao Yun with any move he makes.
Zhao Yufan walked up to Zhao Yun, slowly squatted down, stared at Zhao Yun's swollen face, and whispered to himself: "I told you that you are not worthy, but you still don't believe it.
Now I am almost disfigured.
Is that because I am kind?"
Then, in full view of everyone, he forcibly took off the storage ring from Zhao Yun's right hand and patted Zhao Yun's face.
Zhao Yufan openly teased the tenth master on the Qingyun Ranking, leaving everyone quite speechless.
It was difficult for everyone to understand Zhao Yufan's thinking.
In front of the elders and inner disciples, how could he be so bold?
Not only did he tease the unconscious Zhao Yun, but he also forcibly took it.
Taking the storage ring is simply robbery.
The young man in blue robe who just said that Zhao Yufan had no self-awareness turned red and said angrily to the person next to him: "Forcibly seizing the storage ring from the unconscious disciple is simply lawless.
I'm going to teach him a lesson."
Seeing the young man in blue robe floating towards Zhao Yufan, his face was as cold as frost and he said in a cold voice: "Shameless" The other inner disciples were silent when they heard this.
Of course they knew that the shameless Han Bingyue was talking about was referring to the young man in blue robe.
Everyone could see that the young man in blue robe wanted to trouble Zhao Yufan.
He just said that Zhao Yufan had no self-awareness, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yufan used actions to let everyone know that he was self-aware, which made the young man in blue robe lose face. , it seems that he is the one who really has no self-awareness, so he needs a valid reason to teach Zhao Yufan a lesson and save face.
Zhao Yufan looked at Zhao Yun who was beaten into a pig's head, and stood up slowly.
The moment he stood up, he saw a black shadow speeding towards him, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he grinned with a sly smile.
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The boy in blue robe looked at Zhao Yufan and stood quietly, as if waiting for Zhao Yufan to respectfully say the word "senior brother".
However, Zhao Yufan didn't say a word, just looked at the blue-robed boy
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