After a while of silence, Zhao Yufan leaned lazily under the willow tree, picked off a willow leaf, held it in his mouth and chewed it gently.
"Pooh" Suddenly, he spit out the willow leaves in his mouth, and the willow leaves were like a flying knife, hitting the ground hard, "The willow leaves here are unpalatable."
Hearing these words, Han Bingyue and the others were speechless.
They knew that Zhao Yufan was telling them that even if they tried to dissuade them, it would be useless because some people in the Qinglan Sect were too annoying.
Mo Qi rolled his eyes and asked confidently: "Sir, how do you want to end all this?"
Zhao Yufan thought for a moment and said softly: "At least if I want to touch the body, I will be busy, and then let Mu Tianzuo kneel down and apologize to me."
In fact, he originally wanted to let Mu Tianzuo die in front of him, but he didn't know how Wan Yue would feel. , so I didn’t say it too harshly.
But it is impossible for the Qinglan Sect to agree to these two conditions.
If the leader of the Qinglan Sect apologizes to Zhao Yufan in front of the strong men of the ten northern and southern countries, then the Qinglan Sect will be discredited and become a small sect.
Han Bingyue and the others looked at each other, knowing that it was useless to talk to Zhao Yufan now.
Zhao Yufan's request was reasonable and reasonable, but Mu Tianzuo and the others would not agree.
Mo Qi scratched his head, stood up and shouted, "Damn it, get out of here."
He looked elsewhere, ready to let Zhao Yufan leave just like Wan Kexin.
Zhao Yufan curled his lips, waved to several people, and left.
Walking out of the jungle, you can see the mountain below the meeting palace.
Under the mountain are hundreds of elite disciples and a dozen Martial Emperor elders.
They are one of the core forces blocking Zhao Yufan.
A dozen Martial Emperors are a very strong force.
Zhao Yufan walked up to the crowd with his sword in hand and stared at them for a long time.
The elders and management disciples also stared at Zhao Yufan.
They thought that Zhao Yufan would say a few words, but Zhao Yufan didn't say a word, and he had murderous intent in his body.
It seemed that he had no intention of showing mercy. swish swish The sword was unsheathed and a cold light shot out.
Zhao Yufan looked at the rows of cold lights in front of him and said solemnly: "If you don't leave, you will die."
The elders and elite disciples pointed their swords at Zhao Yufan to express their loyalty to Qinglan Sect.
Zhao Yufan shook his head, his shoulders shook, and he rushed forward like a sharp arrow.
At the same time, a domineering sword light slashed forward in a half-moon shape from behind. boom The explosion sounded, and the sword light struck hard among the elders.
A ravine about one meter wide was cut on the ground.
Dozens of disciples were blown away one after another.
Several Emperors were shocked to the point of vomiting blood and hurriedly retreated.
Zhao Yufan held the sword tightly, like a wild wolf charging into a herd of sheep.
The sword was his sharp teeth, biting the prey fiercely.
Blood is flying in the breeze, and the light of swords and shadows are rampant in the blood.
Hundreds of elite disciples had no power to fight back against Zhao Yufan.
They could only swing from the outside with their weapons raised, but they didn't dare to move forward if they wanted to.
Four of the dozen or so Martial Emperors lost their lives under Zhao Yufan's offensive, and the remaining Martial Emperors were also frightened at this moment.
Zhao Yufan was really too strong, and even though they worked together to siege, they did not gain the upper hand.
The white clouds are fluttering, and the most leisurely people now may be only the strong ones in the sky.
They are the real appreciators, admiring the destruction of peerless geniuses or thousand-year-old sects.
For them, the outcome is all beneficial and harmless no matter what.
Zhao Yufan moved his steps and the sword in his hand flew up and down.
A few minutes later, except for him who was still standing there, all the other Emperors were lying on the ground.
Hundreds of elite disciples fled long before the Martial Emperors, and those who had no time to leave were all thrown away by the aftermath.
More than a dozen Martial Emperors came forward, but they only blocked Zhao Yufan for a few minutes, which shocked the powerful men in Gao Kong and the Council Palace.
Mu Tianzuo's face turned a little pale, and he looked at his father with a glimmer of hope.
Now he could only send out second-generation and third-generation experts to stop Zhao Yufan.
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Ordinary Emperor Wu could not compete with Zhao Yufan now.
Zhao Yufan's sword was stained with blood, and the blood stains filled with strange colors in the sunlight.
The strong men on the cloud frowned slightly, and the sword made them frightened. keep moving forward, keep moving forward Zhao Yufan's pace quickened, and his sword trembled slightly.
The resistance ahead was more dangerous.
Zhao Yufan did not have enough confidence to fight against the entire Qinglan Sect, but he knew that some people would help him and some would help the Qinglan Sect.
Mu Tianzuo looked at his father for a long time, but did not see his father speak, and his face could not help but darken.
Others also looked at Mu Longteng, hoping that Mu Longteng would pay attention to them.
Mu Longteng frowned and thought deeply.
He was heartbroken over the loss of more than a dozen Martial Emperors.
"Let's go together."
Hearing this, everyone looked at Mu Longteng in astonishment.
There were still many strong men in Qinglan Sect, so they didn't need all of them to come forward.
Coming forward at this time does not mean telling the powerful people in the sky that the Qinglan Sect has run out of gas.
The Qinglan Sect has not run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, but it is not far away from it.
Low in the sky, Mu Longteng and a group of strong men came from the air.
The sunlight in front of Zhao Yufan was blocked by the figures, and the whole world fell into darkness.
Mu Longteng and others looked down at Zhao Yufan who was lowered and remained silent.
Zhao Yufan did not raise his head to look at the sky above, but continued to walk forward, as if the people in the sky were just black clouds.
Dark clouds are pressing down on me, and even if I move forward, I still have to endure endless pressure.
The terrifying pressure formed by hundreds of second- and third-generation experts was enough to crush Emperor Wu to death.
The vegetation within a thousand meters with Zhao Yufan in his heart was completely crushed into powder.
Sawdust flew in the wind, arrogant pressure spread around, and a line of deep footprints appeared behind Zhao Yufan.
"The drama is on."
The old blood-red devil chuckled.
The four-fingered sword demon next to him stared at Zhao Yufan worriedly, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Not far from the blood-red old demon and the four-fingered sword demon, Jiang Taoshui flew in front of them, looked at them and asked, "What are you going to do?"
The four-fingered sword demon was the first to speak: "You've come here, so naturally you can't come in vain."
The blood-red old demon frowned slightly, curled his lips and said, "Let's see, maybe we don't need to come forward.
There are many powerful people in the Zimang Empire, and I think there are many people who are willing to help Zhao Yufan."
There are really many powerful people in the sky.
The powerful people from all the forces in the Zimang Empire are all here.
Liu Wuhen, Ruthless Swordsman, Baishan Jushi, Jiu Shiba and other powerful people are all here.
The Shuiyue Empire fully supports Zhao Yufan.
This time, more than a dozen strong men were sent, and the Jade Rakshasa, Qian Family, and Alchemy Sect also sent many strong men.
A group of strong men have not taken action so far.
They want to take action when Zhao Yufan is in crisis, but they have never felt that Zhao Yufan is in crisis.
Even now facing the pressure of dozens of strong men, Zhao Yufan does not seem to be in much danger.
One step, two steps, three steps Zhao Yufan had a nonchalant look on his face, but he walked very hard.
Suddenly, he stopped
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