Chapter 1182: Pretending to be a Pig to Eat the Tiger

here!"Ye Bufan spoke, his wrist flipping, a delicate porcelain altar appearing in his palm. He opened the lid, and a rich aroma of wine instantly dissipated, filling the entire room."What a good wine...After he finished speaking, everyone else present chimed in with their approval. However, Murong Chengdu's expression changed, as if he had sensed something amiss.

Mingming punched eastward, but the person he hit flew westward. This is obviously unreasonable. Even with high cultivation, this wouldn't happen, right

Just as he was puzzled, the smoke on the mountaintop dissipated, and a tall figure appeared before everyone. It was Ye Bufan, who looked calm and collected, with a blade of grass still dangling from his mouth.

"Huh What's going on Wasn't he knocked into the mountainside How is he still standing here"

"Where are the Martial Saint and the Great Elder Where did they go"

"Holy crap, that wasn't Ye Bufan who just got knocked out of the ring, it was Martial Saint"

Only now did everyone realize where the problem lay. It wasn't Ye Bufan who had been struck into the mountain, but Elder Grandmaster Murong Chenglong.

Now everyone was surprised and opened their mouths wide. No one had expected this situation to happen, how could this be possible

The expressions on the faces of the members of the Murong family and the Zhong family instantly froze. The smiles they had just worn stiffened into grimaces. They had all guessed wrong; the outcome was exactly the opposite.

At this moment, everyone's cheeks felt a dull ache, they had been slapped so hard.

And just then, a loud rumbling sound came from the mountaintop, followed by flying rocks and a figure leaping out from within. It was none other than Murong Chenglong.

The current Grand Elder no longer possessed the bearing of a martial saint. His hair was disheveled and he was covered in dirt, with a hint of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was the most infuriated right now. Just as he had withdrawn some of his fist strength, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, unstoppable and powerful, that directly slammed him into the mountain wall.

Only then did he realize that the kid in front of him was putting on a show, pretending to be weak while actually being strong. He had also broken through the threshold of a Saint.

"Kid, you're resorting to dirty tactics. Take this punch!"

Murong Chenglong was enraged and roared, launching another punch towards Ye Bufan.

This time, he unleashed all his cultivation. For a moment, a tremendous pressure swept across the entire arena, as if the very air around them trembled in response.

In his view, the loss he just suffered was entirely due to being caught off guard and underestimating the other party.

If he gives it his all, there's no way he'd lose to a kid in his twenties.

But the result was the exact opposite of what he expected, Ye Bufan met him with another punch, the same recipe, the same taste.

Murangheng Long was once again sent flying backwards, landing with perfect accuracy back inside the previous cave.

Now everyone was shocked, they couldn't believe their eyes.

If Murong Chenglong was defeated for the first time, perhaps it could be attributed to chance, or perhaps because he wasn't careful enough. But to be defeated twice in a row, this can only be attributed to his lack of strength.

But the young man in front of him was clearly only in his twenties. Could he also be a master at the level of Martial Saint How is that possible

Changsun Wugong let out a hearty laugh and looked towards the Murong family, calling out, "Well Old Dog Murong, didn't expect this, did you My grandson is also a martial saint. Isn't that surprising Hahahaha…"

Now everyone finally understood, no wonder the three major families were so supportive of Ye Bufan. It turned out that he was truly capable, his cultivation level not inferior to Murong Chenglong's.

Those families who remained steadfast and unyielding breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts filled with joy and elation. It seemed they had made the right choice this time.

And those who betrayed the Three Great Families, one by one, their faces turned pale, like they had eaten a fly, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

The most affected were the Zhong family father and son. The two no longer had their previous arrogance and pride. They were the first to jump out and betray, the first to choose to submit to the Murong family, but they never dreamed that this would be the result.

If Ye Bufan really defeated Murong Chenglong, the consequences would make their blood run cold. They were already sweating from fear just thinking about it.

Murong Chengdu was also deeply hit. He had originally thought that as long as Murong Cholong left the seclusion, then the Imperial City would belong to their family, so he put forward the arrogant slogan of "Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish."

But now the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, far from the optimism we had anticipated.

Once the arrow is launched, there's no going back. Now, these people can only pin their hopes on the Great Elder, hoping he can turn the tide and emerge victorious.

In the eyes of all, Murong Chenglong once again crawled out of that cave. This time, he was even more disheveled, with messy hair, tattered clothes, and bloodstains on his forehead.

This time he figured out one thing, the young man in front of him was a real martial saint cultivation, and even above himself.

Ye Bufan smiled faintly: "Murong Chenglong, if that's all you have, then just kneel down and admit defeat. I can leave you a whole corpse."

"Kid, you're getting ahead of yourself."

Although Murong Chónglóng was injured, he didn't care. Instead, his face was ferocious.

"Do you really think my methods are limited to this"

After he finished speaking, his right hand shot out. A terrifying aura swept outwards, and immediately afterward, a blood-red long sword appeared in his palm.

That long sword was about two meters long, completely blood red. A bloody aura emanated from the blade, as if it were forged from blood itself.

As it appeared, a murderous aura permeated the entire Tianzi Mountain. The surrounding air seemed to shriek under the strain, and those below the mountain felt the pressure from above surge severalfold in an instant.

"My God, this is a spirit soldier!"

A cry of surprise echoed through the crowd below.

Warriors' weapons are also graded. The lowest grade is ordinary swords and blades, followed by fine swords and sabres crafted by ordinary blacksmiths. The next level up are spirit weapons, and the highest tier are divine artifacts.

Dongfang Qitian saw the blood-colored long sword and his expression changed. He couldn't help but shout: "Xiao Fan, this is a spiritual weapon, you have to be careful."

For martial artists, in addition to their own strength, they can also use weapons to enhance their combat effectiveness.

And a spiritual soldier is definitely something invaluable, if a warrior has a spiritual soldier in hand, it's like adding wings to a tiger, and their combat effectiveness can be increased by one to two times.

"Spirit soldiers"

Ye Bufan remained composed, his divine sense sweeping across the crimson blade. It was indeed a good weapon, but it was still several levels lower than his own artifact, the Dragon's Tooth, and even inferior to the Thunder Bead.

"Well, well, what do we have here" Murong Chenglong said with a smug grin. "You forced me to use my spirit weapon. Your only end is death. To die under its power is an honor you've earned."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he leaped into the air, his blood-red saber flashing with a myriad of blades and fierce killing intent, engulfing Ye Bufan in an instant.

"Great! This is the true power of the Elder!"

"You little brat with the surname Ye, this time I won't let you get away with it."

"With the spiritual soldiers in hand, the Great Elder is invincible. The Murong family will surely win..."

After seeing the power of the blood-colored long sword, both the Murong family and the Zhong family father and son shouted excitedly. The appearance of the spirit weapon gave them hope once again.

"Let me see how much power this junk has."

Ye Bufan, after speaking, threw a punch. This time, it was different from the previous ordinary ones. It instantly mobilized the energy of heaven and earth, condensing into an extremely solid qi hand.

In a blink of an eye, the bloody sword glow and the Qi-infused giant hand collided. With a deafening boom, a violent wave of energy instantly swept across the entire mountain peak, even slicing off a section of the summit. brand), and now they have another top-of-the-line Range Rover. When did this poor boy become such a wealthy manThe most embarrassing was Yang Jincai. At this moment, his round face had swelled to the...