920: C920 He Had to Fight Three Steps into the Transcending Mortality Stage

C920 He Had to Fight Three Steps into the Transcending Mortality Stage

Yang Fan looked at the girl with a sincere smile and some anticipation.

Come!

All of you, come!

With such a person present, he would at least be able to obtain millions of battle points today.

As Yang Fan thought of this, his heart bloomed with joy.

If there wasn't such a person watching him break through, wanting to find fellow senior brothers and sisters to spar with, he would have to spend time looking for them one by one.

Right now, they were basically all here. After sparring for a few dozen rounds, the battle points would slowly rise.

He even felt that as long as it was a powerhouse of the same level as him, or if it was stronger than him, he was confident that he would win. He could even fight with him. Even if he did not rest for three days and three nights, he would still be able to withstand it!

"Junior Brother Yang, I am also injured." The woman lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed as she rejected Yang Fan's invitation to spar.

Alright, my luck is a bit bad.

Two of them were injured in a row. It seemed like the Heavenly Tao Academy wasn't peaceful during his seclusion.

Yang Fan smiled, indicating that it was fine.

After that, he looked at another Upper Academy disciple.

Both of them were at the Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two, so he invited the other to spar with each other to verify his own cultivation.

"That... I am also injured." The Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two disciple hesitated for a moment and said helplessly.

Yang Fan nodded his head and turned his gaze to another Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two youth.

"I just returned to Heavenly Tao Academy and suffered severe internal injuries outside. I have yet to fully recover." Before Yang Fan could say anything, the youth spoke.

He turned his gaze again.

"This is not the time. My injuries are in a critical period of recovery, and I can't fight anyone."

His gaze continued to shift.

"Sigh, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's true, there's nothing I can do about it. Just look at my pale face and you'll know that I have to recuperate well during this period of time. "

Whenever Yang Fan's gaze paused, he would give a similar answer.

... "All of them are injured." Yang Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry. One or two words were a coincidence.

But now, even an idiot knew that these Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two disciples had used the excuse of being injured to reject any invitation to spar with Yang Fan.

Because, there really wasn't anything worth sparring with.

If Yang Fan sparred with them, he wouldn't be able to gain the slightest bit of training.

A battle that could be easily crushed could make up for the flaws in one's martial arts. This was something that they had never heard of before.

Therefore, Yang Fan's words were completely deceiving them.

"Could it be that after five years of seclusion, he has developed a special hobby and likes to abuse others?" Many people thought to themselves, especially those Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two disciples.

When they looked at Yang Fan, they immediately made a decision. If Yang Fan wanted to invite them to spar, they would also say that they were injured.

They wouldn't do something like looking for a beating.

Yang Fan felt helpless and could not laugh. He originally thought that there would be a large number of battle points waiting for him. In the end, he got 50,000 battle points.

Since martial artists of the same level were unwilling, then they could only challenge those of higher levels.

However, it was a pity to lose a portion of battle points.

Sighing in his heart, Yang Fan looked at a Beyond Mortality Step Three upper house disciple and cupped his hands, "Senior brother, please advise."

He did not want to talk about those big reasons anymore. These fellows had already developed resistance and did not believe him anymore. It was unlike the past where he could stir up the hot blood of these people.

This Beyond Mortality Step Three youth pondered for a moment before walking out from the crowd.

"Let me see how strong Junior Brother Yang has become after breaking through this time." The youth said with a solemn expression.

This was something he was curious about. Those Beyond Mortality Stage Step Two disciples couldn't even withstand a single strike from Yang Fan. He felt that perhaps he could force Yang Fan to use some of his true strength.

After the young man walked out, he didn't say anything and immediately attacked Yang Fan.

Beyond Mortality Step Three, his understanding of the Great Dao had already reached a new level. Especially when the young man used his full strength to attack, the space was torn apart, causing the ground to collapse.

The flood of True Yuan mixed with the Qi of the Great Dao turned into a giant hand that covered the sky, slapping down at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan casually waved his index finger, and the giant hand broke through from the middle.

Bang!

The huge hand broke through, and the young man's body shot out, instantly closing in on Yang Fan. He retracted his five fingers, clenched them into a fist, and threw it out.

The air suddenly exploded, and a terrifying wave of air swept out. Within a radius of three thousand meters, all the grass on the ground turned into powder.

The strength of a Beyond Mortality Step Three warrior was completely revealed at this moment.

* Hong Long...... * The shockwave hit Yang Fan, as if it was going to send him flying.

However, Yang Fan circulated his true essence around his body, ignoring the impact of the Qi waves. Using his hand as a blade, he slashed forward.

The invisible blade light was like a crescent moon that cut through the space, bringing with it a fierce wind.

Before the blade light arrived, this fierce wind had already reduced the power of the young man's fist by more than half. When the saber light approached, the youth had no choice but to turn his attack to defense.

His figure retreated rapidly, and with a stroke of his left hand, an extremely gentle energy fluctuation emerged, like a translucent spirit snake.

The spirit snake's body jerked, wanting to deviate the blade beam from its original trajectory.

Unfortunately, it wanted to use softness to counter hardness.

However, the power of the blade light was even more ferocious than he had expected.

The translucent spirit snake was instantly cut into two. It seemed to let out a soundless scream before exploding, forming a terrifying energy tide.

The youth's pupils shrank. However, his right hand, which had been continuously forming seals, had finally completed this seal.

The energy tide was immediately pulled by him. It continued to shrink and wound around his right hand.

In the next moment, the youth's right hand grasped Long, and the energy tide that was wrapped around his fist was compressed to the limit. A dark purple light bloomed. It wasn't very intense, but it gave off a piercing feeling.

With a punch, the saber light shattered.

The young man's body was like a purple ray of light, arriving above Yang Fan's head in an instant, and he swung his fist once more.2

The dark purple color on his fist suddenly became as bright as a purple sun.

Terrifying fluctuations caused the spiritual energy and Laws of the world to become chaotic. Space itself seemed to be able to withstand the weight of the blow. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! It was as if it would explode in the next moment.

From the young man's retreat to his counterattack, it was as smooth as flowing water.

The rich combat experience and astonishing combat awareness made all the disciples of the Lower Courtyard infatuated.

Even many of the upper house disciples were secretly sighing in astonishment.

Dong!

All of a sudden, a dull sound was heard by everyone's ears, causing their hearts to skip a beat.

Everyone present held their breaths.

Yang Fan also threw out a punch, and both his fists collided in the air, as if two meteorites had crashed into each other. The violent impact spread out in a circle in the place where his fists came into contact with each other.

In the next moment, the young man who had launched the counterattack was sent flying like a cannonball.

His body heavily smashed into the grass covered in ferocious cracks. He did not stand up for a long time.

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