Glamour star

Chapter 162 Master Triple Heaven?
After all the masters of the Heaven Realm had gone out, only the masters were left in the hall.

But some masters didn't want to take this muddy water, and some also went out.

Until the last twenty masters left.

Including the city lord Nangong Batian, there are a total of 21.

Everyone stared fixedly at Yang Fan and Qianmian Langjun.

These people all want to seek wealth and wealth, and curry favor with Nangong Batian.

Because the Fire Dragon Valley is too dangerous, if you can't even survive without a backer, how can you seize the precious medicinal herbs?
So at this moment, so many of their masters only need to besiege and kill Yang Fan and Qianmian Langjun, then they will be recognized by Nangong Batian, and they will be taken care of when they enter Fire Dragon Valley.

This is the result they want.

Nangong Batian stood up, looked at Yang Fan coldly and said, "Ye Zhetian, now the city lord will give you a chance, as long as you surrender to me, kowtow eighteen times, and call a hundred grandpa, the city lord will let you go." You, or you're going to die."

All the masters sneered, 21 masters can't kill two masters?
It's no suspense.

Yang Fan and Qianmian Langjun looked at each other, they both smiled, looked at Nangong Batian with a sneer and said, "I will give you a chance now, as long as you get under my crotch and kowtow a hundred times, I will let you go." For you, of course it’s fine to call me grandpa, I don’t have a grandson like you.”

As he said that, he looked at the twenty masters opposite, and said with a cold expression: "I can't let go of what you say, obviously this is a bullshit thing between me and this, you meddling, since you want to If you die, I will fulfill you, don’t blame me for not reminding you.”

"Arrogance, kill him for me." Nangong Batian roared angrily, he couldn't keep his composure anymore, his whole body was trembling with anger, he wouldn't stop until he beat Yang Fan into meat paste.

"kill him."

"That's right, this son is so arrogant, he can't stay."

"Everyone goes together, there is no chance for him to fight back."

All the masters present rushed forward with all their true energy, punching and kicking, and some even held swords.

And the one holding the sword is still an antique, very sharp and hard, cutting iron like mud.

This is a 60-year-old man with a mustache and dark eyes.

Yang Fan looked at the sword and praised the sword.

"This sword belongs to me."

The old man's name was Wang Lin, and when he heard this, he said angrily: "You arrogant child, you must die."

"boom……"

In an instant, a burst of true energy came from his face, and Yang Fan turned slightly to avoid it.

The table behind him was split in half.

"Boy punch."

Another middle-aged master punched him, and Yang Fan punched back.

"boom……"

The zhenqi collided and exploded, but this person let out a scream, the bones in his arm were poked out, he flew upside down, and smashed hard against the dirt wall, causing the whole hall to shake.

Then fell down and couldn't get up for a long time, his face was pale, and he couldn't even cry out the pain.

It is conceivable how much pain this person has suffered.

If Yang Fan crippled this person with one punch, it was obvious that Yang Fan was stronger than them.

Everyone's movements stopped suddenly, they stepped back, looked at Yang Fan with a look of surprise, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Could it be possible that this person has the strength of the fifth level of the master?" A middle-aged man in an ancient costume said with a frown.

Grandmasters are also divided into high and low levels of strength, which are from one to ten heavens.

Every sky is a ravine, so masters also have strengths and weaknesses.

"We are all masters at the first level, and the city lord is only at the third level. How could this kid be at the fifth level? Are you kidding me?" Someone sneered.

"This is the evidence. Wang Bo, who can easily hit with a single punch, has become disabled, and his strength is close to the four or five heavens."

"I think he is the third heaven. The city lord can do that punch just now." Wang Lin held the sword and looked at Nangong Batian, with the intention of affirming him in his eyes.

This is his own comfort.

If Yang Fan is really a master of the fourth or fifth level, then they are still fighting, Yang Fan can crush them all by himself.

A level of realm is a level of gullies, not something that can be accumulated in quantity.

Nangong Batian nodded and said: "That's right, I can do it too. This kid should have just been promoted to the Third Heaven not long ago. It's fine. I'll restrain him. You guys kill that kid and come back to kill this kid together."

It is true that they are not too powerful when they have just been promoted to the third heaven, as long as they are not in the fourth heaven, they can still deal with them.

After all, Nangong Batian is also a triple heaven, and after a tie, these masters can be shady.

As long as the balance between two people of equal strength is broken, the one being besieged will definitely be beaten to death.

Now in their eyes, Yang Fan is like this.

Hearing the city lord's affirmative answer, the masters breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the city lord and this kid are of equal strength, then it will be easy.

And among them, only the three old poisons and the sword-wielding master looked at Wang Lin.

Yang Fan looked at Qianmian Langjun and asked: "Is there still a difference between one and ten heavens?"

Buyun had just joined the ranks of warriors, so he was naturally not sure.

Dynasty didn't tell him about it either.

Lord Qianmian glanced at Yang Fan in surprise, there was someone who didn't even know this, how did he become a master?

But in the current situation, he couldn't help thinking about it.

He nodded and said, "That's right, it's indeed this division method, what's wrong?"

"Then look, how much should I weigh?"

"Judging from the situation of your punch just now, it is triple, but I don't know how much force you put out."

Yang Fan was surprised in his heart, and said to himself: "I only showed half of my strength just now, and I didn't even make it to [-]%. Is it the third level of the master?"

"Then if I use ten percent of my strength, won't I be tenth heaven?"

Thinking of this, he was extremely excited.

He asked again: "Is it true that after the tenth heaven is the master?"

Lord Qianmian nodded: "That's right, a grandmaster is an extremely noble existence, there is no one in a million. Once a grandmaster appears, all warriors will respect him together,? You can be invincible for an era."

Yang Fan nodded: "I see."

Heart said: "It seems that if I want to be promoted to a master, I still need countless favorability points and charm points to improve. The only way is to live broadcast and become famous in this professional arena. At that time, there will be countless charm points to upgrade gone."

"But don't rush now, let's save Miss Meili first. With my [-]% strength now, there should be a tenth heaven. No one present is his opponent."

After understanding the situation clearly, Yang Fan felt more relaxed. He pulled the chair next to him and sat down, looking playfully at the masters who didn't come forward immediately.

"Boy, don't be arrogant, we just probed your bottom just now."

"That's right, the mere master of the Three Heavens isn't qualified enough to be arrogant."

"Offending the city lord is offending us, and you will die."

"kill him."

The masters threatened in deep voices.

Yang Fan didn't panic at all, and said with a faint smile: "Since you are so powerful, let's go up together, just kill you and go back to sleep."

(End of this chapter)