"That's right, this is the legendary eight-step immortal trail!"

Xiang Bo can be sure, because he also saw the records of the Eight Steps Immortal Trace from the mental method that He Pingfan corrected him.

But I didn't expect He Pingfan to practice it.

In fact, he didn't know that He Pingfan had never practiced it, but just recited it silently countless times in his mind.

I used it in a hurry just now, but I didn't expect the effect to be good.

Many people can't understand such magical skills, and they just feel that afterimages flash by in front of their eyes.

Duan Qinglong was a little surprised, why was this possible?

He Pingfan actually has such a weird body movement.

Wu Chenzi was anxious and slapped him with his backhand.

Pang - a powerful palm force tore the floating carpet apart and turned into pieces and fell down.

However, He Pingfan disappeared again.

Taoist Master Wuchen was furious and embarrassed! "Boy, what's the ability to dodge?"

Boom - He Pingfan accidentally hit Wu Chenzi's waist with a punch.

Taoist Master Wuchen flashed, thudding, although he avoided this attack, he looked a little embarrassed.

He took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

I'm so angry! If you defeat a strong man like Xiang Tianhong, will you fall into the hands of a little guy who is still stinky?

Wu Chenzi stared at his eyes, murderous aura like a tide.

He could not understand how strange a young man, who seemed inconspicuous, had such a weird body movement.

There was a little more caution and vigilance on his face.

"oh!"

If the favors at the scene were not surprised by themselves, how could they see them?

Just now, Wu Chenzi and Xiang Bo competed with strength, while He Pingfan used cleverness.

But he himself did not expect that with a thought, the eight-step immortal trail was displayed. Although his steps were still a little clumsy, he could completely avoid Wuchenzi's attack.

It's amazing! This is a life-saving skill.

What He Pingfan didn't know was that although the Eight Steps Immortal Trace was an entry-level skill, it was very practical.

When it comes to the later stage, the higher the strength, the greater the role it plays.

He is just a beginner now.

If you meet a stronger man, it is hard to say whether you can avoid it.

After a few rounds, He Pingfan became more confident.

Wu Chenzi suddenly realized a problem and retreated suddenly, setting a distance from He Pingfan.

Hum! Now I see how you use such strange steps?

The two were about ten meters apart, and their expressions were particularly nervous.

"Boy, I'll make you die ugly!"

Wu Chenzi looked murderous, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.

He Pingfan's eyes were as bright as a ruler, and his eyes were staring at his opponent.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

When the enemy moves, I move first.

Seeing Wu Chenzi accumulate momentum again, He Pingfan secretly exerted his strength.

Suddenly, Wuchenzi moved.

His figure was divided into two, and two was divided into four.

Four figures suddenly rushed over and sniped He Pingfan's four directions respectively.

"Sect Master, be careful!"

Xiang Bo's face changed drastically, and he never expected that Wu Chenzi would actually clone him.

Such strength can't be achieved even at the peak of my life.

He Pingfan was about to use the Eight Steps of the Immortal Trace, but suddenly felt an unprecedented murderous aura shrouded from all directions.

I'll take a break! When he realized, four figures locked all his retreat, and even the Eight Steps Immortal Trace would not be able to break through the encirclement.

After all, the other party's strength is far above him.

Want to kill yourself?

There is no door! At worst, we can die together! He Pingfan's luck sank, and the power of the spiritual body in his body suddenly burst out.

Xiang Bo said that he had the power of a spiritual body that would be strong when encountering a strong person.

If he hadn't encountered a strong man like Wu Chenzi, he wouldn't have to move this power at all.

At this moment, people wanted to kill him quickly, so He Pingfan could only burn his boat and make a desperate bet.

Peng—Four figures all attacked and hit He Pingfan's body heavily.

A fierce murderous intent flashed across the figure behind it.

Boom - Just as the opponent hit He Pingfan's back with both palms, the entire stage exploded.

A force swept around with He Pingfan as the center, and the wooden board under his feet was shattered and turned into pieces in an instant.

The bright red carpet was cracking inch by inch, as if it was torn apart by countless swords.

Thumb--After a mess of footsteps, Wu Chenzi fell directly to the ground.

Puff—A stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.

His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were lost.

"You—Puff—" Before you finished speaking, a stream of blood gushed out again. After spraying a few mouthfuls of blood, Wu Chenzi looked at He Pingfan in despair, "You—You actually have a mysterious magic spirit that has never been seen in a thousand years?"

"ah?"

"What is a mysterious spirit body?"

Many people looked at He Pingfan in surprise, and He Pingfan adjusted his breathing secretly, after all, the impact on him just now was too great.

If it weren't for Xiang Bo's words, he wouldn't have dared to confront Wu Chenzi head-on.

The power of the spirit body is indeed invincible! He Pingfan took a strong breath and quickly recovered himself.

In fact, Wu Chenzi didn't use any clone technique just now, but his body technique was almost at its peak, causing visual errors to people. The real body behind the sudden attack on He Pingfan is.

Xiang Bo sat there and nodded with satisfaction after seeing such a result.

The sect leader’s spiritual body is indeed powerful, and it seems that he can feel at ease in the future.

He Pingfan approached Wu Chenzi, "What else do you have to say now?"

Wu Chenzi's face was ashamed, "The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy, what's there to say."

He Pingfan said, "Since that's the case, I will destroy you!"

"Leave you a bad life."

After saying that, he took a decisive action and slapped Wuchenzi with a palm.

Dispel all his skills.

Wu Chenzi screamed in despair, "You might as well kill me!"

He Pingfan shook his head lightly, "What's the point of being dead now?"

Puff—Wuchenzi sprayed out a mouthful of blood again and fell to the ground.

He Pingfan no longer paid attention to him and slowly walked towards Duan Qinglong. Duan Qinglong took a few steps back and shouted, "Impossible, Impossible!"

Even Duan Chongyang never expected that the ending of the matter would be like this.

A powerful figure like Wu Chenzi, even Xiang Bo was defeated by his hands, and actually lost to He Pingfan.

Thinking of his behavior just now, he wanted to slap himself a few times.

But the words have been said at this moment and it is impossible to change them.

He Pingfan glared at Duan Chongyang, "Do you Duan's family have anything else to say?"

Old Duan looked ugly. He originally went as they planned, but he didn't expect Wu Chenzi to suddenly break out.

Since Xiang Bo was defeated, isn’t it normal for Duan Qinglong to worship Wu Chenzi as his teacher?

Just now, He Pingfan's spiritual power suddenly exploded, shattering the wooden boards on the stage. Old Duan knew that something was wrong.

But at this moment he had nothing to say, and stood up and said, "God is so will, we don't force it. Let's get together and part with you!"
To be continued...