Chapter 1694: Are you worthy of the ten-year agreement?

"boom!"

Xie Feng's sudden attack came without any warning.

In the flash of lightning, he was like a cannonball that shot out of the barrel, bringing with it a strong gust of wind. The instant burst of power was about to burn the surrounding air.

"Thunder Runner!"

Xie Feng showed no mercy and used his strongest trick as soon as he came up.

Thunder Hand, this is a low-level magical power at the heaven level. Through special techniques, it imitates the power of thunder, making it unstoppable and crushing all enemies in front of it.

Xie Feng is not only a genius in alchemy, but also a master of the fifth level of divine transformation. He is considered a leader among the younger generation. Even in the Yunhai Immortal Sect, he can easily enter the inner courtyard, and maybe he will be favored by an elder.

Become a true disciple.

Now he has used this unique trick to beat the enemy. Although it cannot be compared with the real Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, it completely integrates the speed, fierceness, sound and brightness of the thunder into it.

At this moment, Xie Feng seemed to be transformed into a thunderbolt, holding the power of destroying the heaven and earth in his hands, which was enough to make the sky and the earth eclipse, and the sun and the moon lose their light.

Everything in his sight disappeared, and only Mark's voice remained, roaring hysterically:

"You bastard, go to hell!"

With this blow, Xie Feng not only wanted to seriously injure Ye Fan, but also wanted to completely kill Ye Fan.

He is a disciple of the Alchemy King and holds a very special status in the Alchemy Alliance. Even the Eight-Star Grand Masters are not willing to make an enemy of him easily.

But Ye Fan has no family background, so all he can rely on is his ability to make alchemy.

In his opinion, as long as Ye Fan dies, not only will he not have to cash out any bets, he can also continue to get away with it.

No matter how much Long Jiaojiao, Lin Feiyu and others hate him, they probably won't avenge the dead and worthless Ye Fan.

As soon as Ye Fan died, he became the champion of this Alchemy Alliance Conference, surpassing thousands of alchemists.

Xie Feng has already imagined everything, and now there is only the last step left -

Kill Ye Fan!

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"not good!"

Mo Zhengyang and several other eight-star grand masters' expressions changed drastically. They never expected that Xie Feng would be so despicable and dirty, and suddenly launched a sneak attack to kill Ye Fan.

But in their confusion, they missed the best rescue time and were unable to stop them.

One hundredth of a second later, Xie Feng appeared in front of Ye Fan, like a god carrying thunder and lightning, trying to tear everything apart.

At the critical moment.

Ye Fan suddenly raised his right hand.

The right hand is as crystal clear as jade, without any blemishes, and the veins are hidden under the skin, like a dormant dragon.

Ye Fan slowly slapped a palm, but it didn't have any overwhelming power. Compared with Xie Feng's Thunder Hand, it seemed much inferior.

"It's over!"

In the eyes of many people, Ye Fan's level is too low after all. He only has three transformations as a god, and he hastily accepted the challenge. It is estimated that he will not escape this disaster!

However, the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom!"

A majestic and majestic power suddenly burst out from Ye Fan's right palm, as if it came from eternity through time and space, possessing the power of killing gods and immortals, and controlling the power of all directions.

Immediately, his right palm was like Mount Sumeru falling from the sky, carrying the power of suppressing all things, and slapped Xie Feng who was coming towards him.

"How is that possible?!"

Xie Feng, who had been so arrogant just now, felt as if cold water had been poured on him. His hair stood on end, horrified, and he felt an unprecedented death threat.

Xie Feng is a talented person who can cross borders and fight against enemies. He can use the heaven-level magical power of Thunder Hand to be worthy even when faced with a strong person of the seventh rank.

But he never imagined that Ye Fan's random palm at this moment would bring even more pressure to himself than the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation!

He had a strong premonition that if he didn't dodge, he would be slapped to death and crushed into a pulp, with no bones left.

"Bah!"

Xie Feng shouted loudly, forcibly retracted his thunder hand, and flew backwards with the help of the force of the shock, trying to avoid the palm's envelope.

"Where to go?!"

Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and he struck hard with his right palm, hitting Xie Feng's body hard.

"Bang!"

A deafening loud noise sounded.

The entire 100th floor of the Alchemy Pagoda was shaken violently, and the ground within a hundred meters radius was completely cracked and torn apart.

Some of the weaker monks even staggered and almost fell to the ground.

A few seconds later.

Everyone in the venue, including Lin Qingxuan, Mo Zhengyang and other Tribulation Immortals, had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Looking from a distance, Xie Feng's body was completely submerged into the ground, with only his head exposed, like nails driven into a wooden board.

Xie Feng's body was dripping with blood, his breath was decaying, and he was miserable. He only had his last breath hanging on his life.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Fan again, and they were a little more in awe than before.

Everyone knows that Ye Fan is a once-in-a-thousand-year alchemy genius. The elixir he refined not only caused the calamity of the alchemy, but also caused the saints to cry out in unison.

Even seniors like Lin Qingxuan were friends with his peers.

But no one expected that Ye Fan had such "abnormal" fighting power.

With a random slap, like swatting a fly, Xie Feng was beaten half to death.

But they didn't know that Ye Fan had saved his hand. If he had tried his best, Xie Feng would have been wiped out long ago!

The only person in the venue who was not surprised was Long Jiaojiao.

She had long known Ye Fan's identity, a "monster" who could make even Daozi and Han Xiao feel defeated, so how could she care about Xie Feng's provocation.

From the moment Xie Feng took action, he was doomed to fail.

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

Ye Fan opened his legs and walked towards Xie Feng, the sound of footsteps was particularly abrupt in the silence.

"You...how can you be so strong? Brat, who are you?" Until this moment, Xie Feng still couldn't believe this fact.

It’s okay to be crushed by Ye Fan on the alchemy path!

He never expected that he would be defeated in terms of cultivation by a young man in his early twenties!

The confidence he had built up over the years completely collapsed.

Ye Fan looked at him condescendingly and said coldly: "Xie Feng, it's not that I haven't given you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it, and you are to blame for this end!"

With that said, Ye Fan leaned down and took away the Star Creation Pill, the Golden Crow Divine Furnace, and the Star Sky Disk from him.

Xie Feng was at the end of his strength. Let alone resisting, he couldn't even move his fingers. He could only watch Ye Fan take away all the treasures.

"Ho ho ho!"

Xie Feng roared at the top of his lungs, with blazing fire in his eyes. He looked up at Ye Fan and roared: "You brat, do you dare to accept my challenge? Ten years later, you and I will fight again until we die!"

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Hatred is like a whip, it can not only bruise people all over the body, but also promote the most primitive ambition in the heart.

Xie Feng will keep this shame in mind, continue to stimulate his potential, fight again in ten years, and use Ye Fan's blood to wash away today's humiliation.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan shook his head, expressionless, and said lightly: "Let's forget it!"

"What? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will step on you when the time comes?" Xie Feng used the provoking method, his eyes full of resentment.

"Are you worthy of the ten-year agreement?"

Ye Fan seemed to have heard some joke and retorted: "In ten more years, I won't even have to use my hands to kill you with my breath. Do you need to compete?"

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Ye Fan's voice contained domineering will, as if he was stating the truth that is right and proper.

For the monks on Tianshu Star, ten years is very short, and it is not enough to break through a single realm.

However, Ye Fan has only been practicing for a few years, and he has grown from a young boy with no power to restrain a chicken to a peerless genius who can compete with the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation.

If he is given another ten years, he will definitely reach the top, overlook the nine heavens and ten earths, and look down upon all the heavens and worlds.
To be continued...