On the pure white arena about ten meters high, a lonely figure let out a weird howl that shook the earth.
Electricity surged through his body, and his fists sometimes hit the front, sometimes hit the sky, and the sky was filled with fist shadows.
Like raindrops, covering all directions.
Below the ring, everyone looked at the mighty figure, confused and confused.
They knew clearly that Zhao Yufan was not an idiot, but his behavior in the ring was like an idiot.
Both the outer disciples and the inner disciples were stunned at this time.
They couldn't see clearly what Zhao Yufan was doing, but they could see through his attacks.
His attacks were messy, his steps were messy, and his heart was also very confused.
Chaos, everyone can see everything clearly.
The disciples came to a disappointing conclusion: Zhao Yufan was not as fast as Mo Qi, so he could only attack with anger and blindness to prevent Mo Qi's surprise attack.
To be precise, Zhao Yufan would be defeated.
Zhao Yufan's attacks became more and more fierce, blue electricity burst out from his fists, and thunder and lightning would sometimes fall within ten meters around him.
His whole body seemed to be wrapped in blue electricity, dancing crazily.
Dark clouds enveloped the Qinglan Sect at some point.
The quiet Qinglan Sect suddenly heard the sound of rain, and thunder exploded in the black clouds.
The naturally formed thunder and lightning seemed to merge into Zhao Yufan's violent thunder.
It resounded throughout the Qinglan Sect.
People have long ignored everything in front of them.
The only thing they have not ignored is Zhao Yufan.
Their hearts are as chaotic as Zhao Yufan.
In fact, Zhao Yufan's heart was not in a state of confusion, but rather extremely calm.
He was attacking randomly.
Sometimes his attacks were curses, sometimes violent thunders, sometimes normal attacks.
His attacks were not to defend against Mo Qi's surprise attack, but just random attacks, and his purpose was also to attack randomly.
Zhao Yufan's every move was watched by Mo Qi.
He was always moving.
Only by constantly moving his body at high speed could he disappear.
At this time, he seemed to see victory.
He saw that the most popular young man in the Qinglan Sect was easily defeated by him.
He would be admired and worshiped by countless people, and even be appreciated by the senior officials of the Qinglan Sect.
The cold raindrops fell on the ground, and lightning flashed across the clouds.
A small face that was colder than the raindrops brightened up, and then dimmed again in an instant.
This extremely cold but worried face is the face of Han Bingyue.
Her white robe is fluttering in the wind and rain, and her eyes are wet in the rain.
Drops of rainwater slide down her cheeks, like pearl-like tears.
"Sick" Han Bingyue's red lips twitched and she stared angrily at the idiot on the ring.
The rain kept falling, and everyone's eyes passed through thousands of raindrops to see Zhao Yufan clearly.
Each drop of rain was like a heavy hammer, hammering their bodies and shaking their internal organs.
They didn't know when they would be unable to bear it.
This kind of blow, he directly cursed his mother, even rushed to the ring and beat Zhao Yufan to death.
They had high expectations and confidence in Zhao Yufan, but after seeing Zhao Yufan in the ring, this expectation and confidence collapsed instantly.
They were disappointed and lost, and they were unwilling to accept it.
No matter whether it is the inner disciples or the outer disciples, no matter how they are not optimistic about Zhao Yufan's challenge, at this moment, Zhao Yufan has completely disappointed all the disciples.
The disciples know that if Zhao Yufan continues to attack indiscriminately like this, the power in his body will definitely be exhausted, and he will definitely be defeated by then.
Among all the people watching, only the high-ranking elders could remain calm and smile.
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"His attacks are really messy," an elder said lightly, looking at the group of anxious and angry disciples, he actually smiled.
Many elders also laughed at this time, and they laughed very happily.
They didn't know whether they were laughing at Zhao Yufan or the group of disciples.
"It's such a mess."
The beautiful elder Wan Kexin covered her mouth and chuckled.
She looked at Elder Li on the right with her beautiful eyes and asked curiously: "Elder Li, what do you think?"
Elder Li frowned slightly.
He had once seen Zhao Yufan arrogantly threatening to enter the inner gate without a fight.
It was also because of these words that he was extremely disappointed with Zhao Yufan and lost his desire to win over him.
At this time, he had to admit that Zhao Yufan had the qualifications to challenge the masters of the outer sect Qingyun Ranking, but he was not optimistic about Zhao Yufan.
Elder Li stared at Wan Kexin and said gloomily: "The chaos is very good."
On the ring, Zhao Yufan's attacks seemed to be more chaotic.
The chaos made Mo Qi in the dark feel frightened, and his movement speed seemed a bit slow.
This is a strange situation, but also an inevitable situation.
Suddenly, a thunder suddenly sounded in the black clouds, and the whole world seemed to tremble.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking up at the endless black sky.
Just as they were looking up, Zhao Yufan suddenly stopped attacking, glanced deeply and slowly in front of him, then used a martial arts curse to kill, and shouted loudly: "Come out!"
This voice contained an extremely powerful attack.
Just by his words, a series of explosions erupted in an instant on the 100-meter-diameter arena.
What exploded was not the ring, but the space above the ring.
To be precise, it was not the ring in the air, but the space between one and two meters above the ring.
The scope of the explosion covered the ring.
Only the position where Zhao Yufan was was not exploded, because his fists that attacked randomly had never hit this place.
Violent explosions were heard continuously.
The people below the ring looked at the ring with surprise and surprise on their faces.
They suddenly understood that Zhao Yufan was about to fight back.
In fact, among the disciples present, only Mo Qi and the elders at the center of the explosion understood Zhao Yufan's true intention.
He was not fighting back, but ending the battle.
The strong explosion left Mo Qi unable to escape, but his speed was still very fast.
He could only place his hope on speed.
Suddenly, Zhao Yufan moved, and so did Mo Qi.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and saw Zhao Yufan's shadow floating in front of Mo Qi.
When his right hand was almost touching Mo Qi's shoulder, Mo Qi strangely withdrew ten meters away.
“Didn’t touch it” The sound of disappointment sounded, and everyone's hearts dropped to the bottom.
They didn't know whether they were disappointed or happy.
At this time, the calm elders had a look of shock on their faces, because they knew clearly that Zhao Yufan touched Mo Qi's shoulder.
Although it was only a light touch, he did touch it.
Mo Qi was indeed touched, and no one knew better than him.
The gentle touch seemed gentle, but it was actually very overbearing, and it made him feel fearful in his heart.
Zhao Yufan slowly took back his hand, glanced at his palm, his eyes fell on Mo Qi, and said with sincere admiration: "You are indeed very fast."
The disappointment in Mo Qi's eyes flashed away.
He patted the dust that fell on his clothes due to the explosion and cursed fiercely: "Get out of here, uncle."
Everyone looked at Mo Qi in astonishment, wondering why he was angry, and Mo Qi's other move made everyone dumbfounded
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