He defeated Guo Yang with ten moves.

But Ye Fan only used one move.

Invisibly, Ye Fan was already above him.

As the son of the Martial Saint, Lin Tatian has his own pride.

If Ye Fan was a genius from Tianshu Star, he might have recognized it, but Ye Fan, like him, came from a lower plane.

If he hadn't been constrained by the occasion, he might have rushed up to challenge Mark.

But inside the box of Xuantian Palace, there was a dead silence, and the atmosphere was even more depressing, which was incompatible with the deafening cheers around.

Including Saint Mu Qingxuan, the faces of all Xuantian Palace disciples showed unconcealable anger.

Especially Lei Xiang, his eyes were red, his veins were bulging, and his fists were clenched tightly.

No one can imagine that a mere monk from a lower plane could knock down an inner disciple of Xuantian Palace with just one punch!

This was in front of Jingyun Sword Sect, Longyin Palace and other sects.

If this matter reaches Tianshu Star, their Xuantian Palace will be disgraced and become a laughing stock.

Suddenly, Ye Fan pointed at Guo Yang who had fainted on the ground and said:

"Carry it away!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan turned around again, looked at the box where Xuantian Palace was located, his eyes swept over the many disciples, and he faintly uttered three words:
Chapter completed!