He Pingfan's eyes fell on his raised right hand and said lightly, "You may not be able to kill me!"

"presumptuous!"

Where can Master Qingyun bear such insults?

With his dignified master level, he can't kill a mere young man?

In fact, the reason why he didn't want to do it was because he was afraid of damaging his reputation.

If it weren't for the chief disciple being deposed by He Pingfan, he wouldn't have taken action personally.

For the sake of face, he did not hesitate to fight for his disciples.

Peng - Master Qingyun raised his hand and a wave of air surged.

Although the two were twenty or thirty meters apart, their strength remained unabated, and their powerful force stormed at He Pingfan like a huge wave.

He Pingfan's figure moved, and the eight-step immortal trail followed.

The strong wind blew over his toes, and He Pingfan had already flashed more than ten meters away.

Boom - The place where he was standing just now was like a heavy object falling from the sky, causing the earth to tremble.

The marble floor on the square was smashed.

Such powerful attack power caused countless onlookers around to scream.

The power of the master is indeed desperate. Is the one with the surname He this time dead?

Lu Wanwan and others who visited from afar all raised their hearts to their throats, scaring them to their brilliance.
Chapter completed!