start?

Everyone present was stunned and looked at He Pingfan disdainfully.

What a joke? None of the six strong men in this sect can beat the madman, so he actually wants to fight the madman?

It's so ridiculous.

Someone shook his head, as if there was another corpse in front of him.

The middle-aged man before showed a hint of ridicule. He saw that He Pingfan was not old and was under twenty years old. What ability could he have to fight with a madman?

Just now, when he heard Wang Yige say that he was the sect leader, he found it ridiculous.

Now he is becoming more and more sure that these three people have definitely watched too much of TV.

You should know how difficult it is to practice martial arts in this era.

Donghua has a population of more than one billion, and there are probably only a handful of people who can reach the inner realm.

Many people have the strength of fighting over thirty or fifty people. Such people are already proud among ordinary people.

Anyone who really has some strength and reaches the level of external strength can be considered an entry-level level. In the world of ordinary people, they probably regard themselves as masters and masters.

The madman is an absolute powerful person with great internal strength. Even the six powerful people can't do anything to him. He, a teenager, dares to face the challenge?

Haha—He Pingfan stood there, standing with his hands behind his back.

He looked up at the sky at a forty-five degrees, and seemed to ignore the madman at all.

Many people sneered again with gloating sneer. This guy is not very good, he is more like a pretender and quite well.

It’s a pity that in front of a strong man like the madman, he will die the next second.

This is probably the last time he stayed in this world.

Many Qingcheng Sect disciples looked at He Pingfan with great interest, bullying He Pingfan for being abused.

The madman looked cold, "Boy, how dare you ignore me?

court death!"

After saying that, he suddenly roared, rushing towards He Pingfan like a roaring lion.

The fist, gathers the strength of the realm of internal strength and hits it with one punch.

Boom-He Pingfan raised his hand and his figure swayed.

The madman's body passed through the position where He Pingfan had just stood, and He Pingfan returned to his original place and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Forehead?"

How is this possible?

They clearly saw the madman attack with all his strength, and his figure passed through the location where He Pingfan was.

Why can He Pingfan stand there intact?

Wang Yige and He Jian smiled slightly, and they naturally believed in the strength of the sect leader.

You should know that He Pingfan has experienced countless battles, even a strong man like Yan Fenglan was beaten to death by him. What can a mere madman do to him?

Of course others don’t know that after the battle with Yan Fenglan, He Pingfan’s cultivation has improved a lot.

The madman lost his shot and turned around suddenly. Looking at He Pingfan standing there as he was still standing there, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry.

"Are you playing tricks on me?"

Boom - Take another move, punching He Pingfan, like thunder.

He Pingfan shook his head, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

In the past, I might have been afraid of three points, but now I have entered the Lingkong Realm.

Even if you don’t have a magical spirit body, what can you do to me?

Facing the madman's full blow, He Pingfan's figure did not move and suddenly waved his palm.

Boom - A stream of empty force surged, and He Pingfan slapped the other party's fist with a palm.

The air waves rushed around, shocking many onlookers.

The figure of the madman flew out as He Jian and the others expected, and fell to the floor with a plop.

Crack—This guy is worthy of being a powerful person in the realm of internal strength. Even though he received a palm of He Pingfan, he still introduced his strength to the ground.

The thick floor was cracked and spread out like a spider web.

Everyone was in an uproar, and the madman knelt on the ground, looking at the shattered floor almost incredible.

He Pingfan stood there, his eyes as he looked at the madman calmly.

"You lost!"

The madman looked down and glanced a few more times, "Impossible!"

"I am an invincible existence, how could I lose to you, a young boy?"

Whoosh! The figure swayed, bounced up from the ground, punched in the air, and rushed towards He Pingfan.

He Pingfan frowned, secretly moved the power of the mysterious magic spirit body, and slapped him with a palm.

"Oh--" The madman was slapped away with a palm.

The power of the mysterious magical spirit body is never spared by the master.

This is because He Pingfan showed mercy, otherwise the madman might be shot to death on the spot.

He fell to the ground and looked at He Pingfan in horror, "How could you... you beat me?"

He was a little unwilling to give up and his eyes became angry.

He Pingfan's figure moved, and the footsteps of the Eight Steps Immortal Trace teleported to him.

Silk - Seeing this, all the disciples of Qingcheng Sect took a breath.

What kind of body technique is this?

Have they ever seen such a strange body movement?

It completely beyond their understanding of martial arts.

He Pingfan was condescending, "If you don't fulfill your promise just now, I have to kill you!"

The madman shook his head and struggled to get up.

"I admit defeat!"

The madman gave in.

The Qingcheng Sect was shocked, and even the head of the sect looked at He Pingfan in disbelief and thought to himself what the origin of this young man was?

Judging from his strength, it seems that he has reached the level of Grandmaster.

Of course, that is measured by their perspective.

The madman knelt down with a pounce, "Sect Master, please accept a small bow."

He Pingfan said, "From now on, you will be the next member of my Xuantian Sect."

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Sect Master!"

The madman bowed twice in a row before he got up and stood behind He Pingfan.

Wang Yige and He Jian came over, "Congratulations to the Sect Master! Another tiger general was taken away."

The madman's strength is far above the two, but they are He Pingfan's confidants and direct descendants.

He Pingfan said to the madman, "From now on, you will be with them and listen to my orders."

"Yes! Sect Master!"

The madman responded sincerely.

There is nothing here to be nostalgic for. He Pingfan said to the three, "Let's go!"

The head of Qingcheng came out urgently, "Hero, please stay!"

He rushed to He Pingfan and said solemnly, "Since this hero comes, why not sit in there for a while."

He Pingfan smiled, "No need, we came to worship the mountain, but some people didn't welcome it.

Since that's the case, we won't bother."

When I wanted to worship the mountain, you ignored it, but now you can't afford to climb.

After taking over the madman, He Pingfan had no thoughts about this place and turned around and left with the people.

The head yelled in angrily, "What happened before?"

The middle-aged man sweated heavily and replied awkwardly, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

He told the story before, and the head stomped his feet in anger, "Since he can subdue the madman, he is naturally one of the few masters in the world, but you blocked people outside the door."

The middle-aged man didn't know the specific thoughts of the head and explained, "It's just that he's too young, how can I believe it?"

The head turned around in anger, leaving the middle-aged man and others looking at each other.

After He Pingfan and his wife came out, Xiaoyi rushed forward and saw another strange man with disheveled hair, like a beggar. She was so scared that she took a few steps back.

He Pingfan didn't explain and led them down the mountain together.
Chapter completed!