God of Fishing

2895 Crushing Those on the God Roll with One Hand (3)

Yi Wulang seemed to be for the benefit of others, but in fact, he was implying that Han Fei’s foundation couldn’t have been so strong after only two hundred years of cultivation. Besides, he implied that Han Fei could only cultivate so fast with the help of the Spring of Life. It gave everyone an illusion that Han Fei was actually weak.

However, most people in the field were still sober. At this moment, they sneered in their hearts, thinking that Yi Wulang was talking nonsense. Han Fei’s strength was definitely not fake. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to kill 11 Monarchs in a row.

If Yi Wulang really wanted to attack first, why did he have to say so much nonsense? He was just putting on a show.

Then, a clear voice came from the sky. “There’s no need for a Carefree Level cultivator to attack first. This is a battle of the Dao Provers after all. If the Dao Provers haven’t been defeated, how can you attack first?”

A blue phoenix flew over from the sky.

A woman walked out of the phoenix carriage, holding a porcelain bottle in her slender hand. She was dressed in a long, sleeveless dress, and her white dress fluttered. On her cold and beautiful face, what was most attractive was her clear eyes.

Many people were shocked. Someone said in a low voice, “Zhao Qianqian from the Flying Immortal Tower, who used to be the seventh place on the God Roll, has appeared now after thirty thousand years?”

While someone was surprised, someone looked into the void. “Look, that’s Mirage.”

A palace phantom appeared in the sky. A young man wearing a purple-and-gold crown, flying cloud shoes, and a white crane cloak stepped down from the clouds with a sword in his hand.

Someone’s expression changed slightly. “Mirage, Ye Tianren, the peerless sword cultivator who used to rank fifth on the God Roll. He’s here too?”

As soon as this happened, the sky shook, and someone said, “Look, the clouds are moving in all directions, and the Qi and blood cover the sky. The fist sect is also here.”

Boom ~

A golden figure descended from the sky and hit the sea with a bang. Ripples spread out for thousands of kilometers under his feet. Then, he saw a burly bald man who was golden all over like a celestial being.

This person had three bronze bracelets on each wrist. His fists were shining brightly from time to time.

“I’m Pei Qiannan from the Fist Sect, the former eighth place on the God Roll. It seems that every sect has sent all their Heavenly Talents to deal with Han Fei!”

Someone said in a low voice, “They’re famous, but these people rarely appear after proving Dao. Now they all want to step on Han Fei to rise to the top. Let them have a try.”

Apart from Pei Qiannan, the other two were followed by two Carefree Level cultivators. They must be their guardians. Zhao Qianqian was cold, Ye Tian was arrogant, and Pei Qiannan was fierce. They looked quite extraordinary.

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Ye Tianren ignored the others and took the lead to say, “Are you Han Fei? A disciple of the Void Temple?”

Han Fei didn’t answer.

Ye Tianren waited for a few seconds, his face dark. Not even bothering to answer him, this person was humiliating him.

Ye Tianren continued to maintain his arrogant attitude and said, “Why? Are you a mute?”

Upon hearing this, many people present were shocked. This was a blatant provocation. However, according to Ye Tian’s personality, this seemed to be normal.

While these people were waiting for Han Fei’s reaction, Han Fei gently grinned, put on a teasing smile, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “There must be something wrong with your f*cking eyes. What are you talking about? If I weren’t Han Fei, why would you have surrounded me?”

“Vulgar.”

Ye Tianren snorted coldly, his indifferent eyes as if looking at a dead person.

Zhao Qianqian slightly frowned, as if she felt that Han Fei’s words didn’t match his identity. She said, “I don’t know where your confidence comes from. There are 139 Monarchs here. Even if there are only 39, can you block them? So, why are you pretending to be mysterious?”

Han Fei smiled. “Why don’t you come and have a try to see if I’m pretending to be mysterious?”

Click, click~

“You talk too much nonsense.”

Bang!

The space was shattered by someone’s foot, and a ray of light suddenly appeared. Only the afterimage of Pei Qiannan was still in place. In front of Han Fei, the space converged and squeezed, and the fist mark sucked the power of the Heavenly Dao hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, forming a shock wave that was like a star that suddenly jumped over.

Rumble!

Everyone present was shocked by Pei Qiannan’s attack.

“So strong!”

Zhao Qianqian frowned slightly, and Ye Tianren’s pupils were constricted. They seemed to be judging Pei Qiannan’s strength.

As for the others, they felt that he deserved his fame. Not only did this person’s fist mark contain a powerful law, but there was also an unparalleled dominance and bloodthirsty courage.

The space suddenly exploded and collapsed in an instant. The surrounding waves were upside down, and chaotic energy surged back from the endless void with astonishing power.

“As expected of a powerhouse on the God Roll!”

Faced with this blow, no one present dared to say that they could easily withstand it. Most of the people even thought that they might not be able to withstand this blow in time because Pei Qiannan’s speed was too fast. It was difficult to imagine that the Fist Sect, which focused on body refinement, could be so fast.

However, in the collapsing and dense spatial cracks, Pei Qiannan left as quickly as he came. Everyone saw Pei Qiannan flying back. There was only a bone left on his entire arm, and his Dao bone was full of cracks.