After 20 Years Of Silence, The Clone Is Now Invincible

The old people on the south stand were all dumbfounded and wanted to vomit blood. You were pointing at them randomly.

They looked at each other, lowered their heads silently, and wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately.

Shame!

Too shameful!

They were fooled by a junior.

On the east stand.

Yan Muyan and his friends were also embarrassed, but fortunately there was no one around, otherwise they would have lost face.

Soon everyone turned their eyes to the ring again, with puzzled faces. It had nothing to do with the hand, but why did Qin Feng still lose? Why did the referee fall from mid-air?

"They are poisoned."

Soon someone discovered the clues, and saw that the two people's lips were black, their faces were blue, and their skin gradually changed color.

"It turned out to be poisoned!" Yan Tianlong frowned slightly.

"It should be poisonous fire." Yan Heavenly Origin said.

"If it is poisonous fire, the flame level must be at least Eighth Grade, otherwise it would not make a half-step king faint in such a short time without any awareness." Yan Tianhai analyzed.

"But where is the fire?" Yan Tianxing was puzzled.

From beginning to end, he did not see a trace of flame coming out of Yan Bufan, which was simply too weird.

Yan Tianlong and Yan Tianhai were also puzzled. Yan Bufan's flame was too mysterious.

"He has an invisible flame on his body. The flame level is at least Eighth Grade, or even the peak of Eighth Grade. I think the reason why we can't find it is because of this flame." Yan Heavenly Origin pondered for a while.

Hearing the explanation, Yan Tianxing was stunned and said in disbelief: "You mean in addition to the Eighth Grade poisonous fire, he also has an Eighth Grade flame?"

"Yes!" Yan Heavenly Origin nodded.

Yan Tianlong and Yan Tianhai looked at each other, and both saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Eighth Grade flame!

Or two!

A true genius!

Hearing this, Wu Tianlang and others looked over, envious.

They vaguely remembered that the genius who had two Eight Grade flames in front of the Qingyan lineage has now become a Saint to suppress the eight directions.

Yan Heavenly Origin saw the shocked look of Yan Tianlong and others, smiled slightly, and felt a little proud. As long as the assessment is over, Yan Bufan will be their East Court disciple.

Holding the mentality of watching the show, Yan Heavenly Origin continued: "However, if you think he only has two Eight Grade flames, then you are wrong."

Yan Tianhai and others looked at Yan Heavenly Origin.

Yan Heavenly Origin smiled and narrowed his eyes: "As far as I know, he has at least five high-level flames!"

"..." Yan Tianlong.

"..." Yan Tianhai.

"..." Wu Tianlang.

The entire stand was silent in an instant, and even the sound of breathing disappeared for a short time.

...

Qin Feng and the referee were carried away.

A new referee walked onto the stage, no longer a half-step king, but a Conferred King.

Yan Bufan looked around and said again: "Are you such losers? I stood still, but you didn't even touch the corner of my clothes."

Yan Bufan smiled and said: "Let's do this, I will tie my own hands and feet. As long as you can get within one meter of my body, I will lose."

"Too arrogant."

"Rampant."

"Do you really think no one can do anything to him?"

...

Many disciples heard this and scolded, but no one dared to go on stage.

Because the previous two lost too weirdly, who knows if Yan Bufan has more amazing means.

The boys and girls on the southern stands heard Yan Bufan's words, and their faces turned black and gloomy.

Yan Bufan laughed at the Qingyan disciples, but in fact, he hit them in the face.

Because the two defeated were not Qingyan disciples, but from among them.

Too much bullying!

Wang Longhao jumped down from the stands, rushed all the way, and rushed to the No. 1 ring.

"You want to tie your own hands and feet?" Wang Longhao asked.

Yan Bufan put his hands behind his back, nodded and smiled: "Yes, as long as you can get within one meter of my body, I lose."

"Arrogant! I will let you know what it means that there are always people who are better than you." Wang Longhao said angrily.

"Heh!" Yan Bufan smiled disdainfully, he looked at the referee: "Protect yourself."

Yan Chengzhi was stunned, what does that mean?

Yan Chengzhi did not take Yan Bufan's words seriously.

He is a Conferred King, could Yan Bufan still poison him when he is on guard?

He doesn't believe it!

Confirm that both of them are ready.

Yan Chengzhi gave an order: "Begin."

Wang Longhao did not attack rashly, but hurriedly retreated, alert, staring at Yan Bufan with a vigilant face.

Yan Bufan smiled and shook his head slightly. This victory was too easy.

Wang Longhao's retreat immediately gave him time to attack.

"God hide! Heavenly maiden scatters flowers!" Yan Bufan whispered.

The next second, a stream of invisible flames silently spurted out of his body, rushed into the air, and turned into a cloud of flames.

"Fall!"

The next moment.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless invisible flames, like streams of light, shot out from the cloud of flames and fell towards the ring.

"What's going on?" Yan Chengzhi frowned and looked up at the sky.

He suddenly felt a great crisis.

"Bang!"

Yan Chengzhi was stunned, and saw that the shield seemed to be hit by something, shook violently, and a slight crack appeared.

He looked around but found nothing.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sounds became denser and the cracks increased rapidly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a flash of fire lit up, a huge explosion occurred, and the shield was instantly blown up.

"Puff!" Yan Chengzhi spurted blood from his mouth, flew backwards, and hit the formation.

"What happened?" Yan Chengzhi was still confused.

On the other side, Wang Longhao was even worse. He saw his lips were black, his clothes were tattered, his skin was torn, and blood was flowing. Even if he kept dodging, he was still hit and screamed.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Flames of different attributes bombarded the ring, and the monstrous energy storm swept across the ring.

In an instant, a complete ring was torn into pieces, and even the formation was blown to pieces.

A moment later.

The formation was destroyed.

The ring was gone.

Yan Chengzhi and Wang Longhao were lying on the ground, dying, as if they would die at any time. Only Yan Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, standing out from the crowd, and there was not even a speck of dust on his clothes.

At this moment, the entire square was extremely quiet, and everyone was shocked by Yan Bufan's terrifying strength.

The ring was gone.

The formation was destroyed.

The opponent was unconscious.

Even the referee was dying.

This strength was too terrifying.

What was even more terrifying was that the protagonist did not move at all throughout the whole process.

"Too strong."

I don't know who made the first sound, and then one after another, the sound of taking a breath of cold air continued to sound, resounding throughout the square.

...

South stand.

"One!"

"Two!"

...

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Seven!"

Yan Heavenly Origin and others stood up involuntarily, completely stunned, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Seven flames!

Seven flames in total!

And they were all high-level flames!

Monster!

Transcendent Level monster!

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