"Boy named Ye, get out of here."

The sudden roar of anger made Ye Bufan stunned, and even more confused.

Ye Bufan is very sure that it is definitely the first time he has come to the Tianwu Dynasty.

Before this, he had never set foot in the Tianwu Dynasty.

Since I have never set foot in the Tianwu Dynasty, there will naturally be no one who knows within the Tianwu Dynasty.

If you don’t even know someone, how can you say the enemy?

But, the sudden voice is full of anger and hatred for him, and the other party has already named him, so obviously he can't make a mistake.

What is the situation?

Ye Bufan was suddenly confused.

"Mr. Prince."

At this time, Wang Tian's voice had already sounded outside the house.

Hearing this, Ye Bufan got up and came to the door, opened the door, looked at Wang Tian in front of him, and asked, "What's the situation?"

"this……"

Wang Tian hesitated for a moment and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Prince Consort, you might as well go and take a look."

"Um?"

Ye Bufan frowned, but did not ask questions, but walked out directly.

After a moment.

In front of the Prince Consort's Mansion.

When Ye Bufan came here, the outside of the Prince Consort's mansion was surrounded by people, and the most conspicuous one was a bald man standing in front of the crowd.

The man is in his thirties, 1.8 meters tall, with a prominent muscle mass on his body, and is extremely burly and strong.

But his cultivation level is only the fourth level of immortal martial arts.

As soon as Ye Bufan left the Prince Consort's Mansion, he noticed the other party: "Are you calling me?"

"You are Ye Bufan?"

Hearing this, the bald man glanced at Ye Bufan and asked coldly.

“That’s right.”

Ye Bufan replied.

"very good."

The bald man pointed at Ye Bufan and said, "I, Wang Sanchu, the blacksmith shop in the south of the city, now I want to challenge you, Ye Bufan."

"Well?"

Ye Bufan was stunned and said in surprise: "You want to challenge me?"

"That's right."

The bald man responded: "Even if you decide the winner, you will determine life and death."

“…”

Ye Bufan twitched his lips, and looked at Wang Sanchui and said in a mess: "We know each other?"

“Don’t know.”

"We have a grudge?"

"No revenge."

"Then why are you challenging me? You can even decide the winner and lose, but you can also determine life and death? Are you crazy? "

Ye Bufan left a word and ignored Wang Sanchui, but turned around and walked towards the Prince Consort's Mansion.

Seeing this, Wang Sanchu was reluctant to give up. He shouted sternly: "Boy, stop me."

While speaking, Wang Sanchui had already stepped up to catch up.

Unfortunately, before he got close to Ye Bufan, he was stopped by Wang Tian and Shen Xiong.

Seeing that Ye Bufan was about to enter the Prince Consort's Mansion, Wang Sanchui was immediately anxious and said, "Boy named Ye, don't run away. You are a coward, why should you marry the Eighth Princess? Come back for me."

"Um?"

Ye Bufan paused, turned around and looked at the bald man, and said, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

The bald man scolded angrily: "You don't pretend to be stupid to me. Tell you that the Eighth Princess belongs to me. If you want to marry the Eighth Princess, you will win first."

“…”

Ye Bufan was messy and speechless.

Is the Eighth Princess yours?

At this moment, he finally understood why the bald man challenged him.

Because An Ruyan.

Before Ye Bufan could think too much, the bald man said again: "My surname is Ye, you are talking. Tell you that if you are a man, you should accept my challenge quickly and then fight me. Those who win will marry the Eighth Princess, and those who lose will leave their lives."

Looking at the passionate bald man in front of him, Ye Bufan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

You, a warrior in the Immortal Martial Arts, can you get the confidence to challenge yourself? Where can you get the courage to win or lose, and determine life and death?

Because An Ruyan?

I have to say that Ye Bufan became more and more curious about An Ruyan, the number one beauty in Tianwu.

What kind of woman is that she can actually make a blacksmith in the Immortal Martial Realm openly challenge the prince-consort personally conferred by An Zimu and even decide life and death.

Of course, Ye Bufan could not accept such a challenge.

First, his cultivation level is now abolished, so what can he use to accept the challenge of an Immortal Martial Arts warrior?

Is it based on the physical body of the Yuanfu realm?

That was one of Ye Bufan's trump cards, and he could not be easily exposed.

Second, Ye Bufan really has no interest in the challenge of a warrior in the Immortal Martial Arts Realm.

It's just the fairy-martial realm.

What if you win him or even kill him?

Being competitive has never been Ye Bufan's style.

Immediately, Ye Bufan looked at the bald man and said, "If you really want to challenge me, I will have no objection, I am afraid that someone will not agree."

"Who? Who dares not agree?"

"An Zimu."

"Well?"

Wang Sanchu was stunned.

"As long as An Zimu has no objection, I can accept your challenge at any time."

"The person I want to challenge is you, not Your Majesty, why do you need to ask Your Majesty for your consent?"

"But the eighth princess you mentioned is An Zimu's daughter."

"So what, you are the one who wants to marry the Eighth Princess now, not Your Majesty, boy, if you are afraid, just say it."

"Okay, I'm so cowardly, is this OK?"

"You... are you still a man?"

"no."

Leaving two words, Ye Bufan no longer paid attention to the bald man, but walked directly into the prince-consort's mansion. In his opinion, Wang Sanchui was simply inexplicable.

"you……"

Looking at the departure of Ye Bufan, Wang Sanchui was furious.

"Bang!!"

The next second, he sat on the ground in front of the Prince Consort's Mansion and said, "Boy, if you don't accept my challenge, I won't leave."

What is this?

Are you messing around?

Ye Bufan twitched his lips and chose to ignore it directly.

But at this moment, another noisy sound came from behind the crowd: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me go out of the way."

Immediately afterwards, a young man dressed in a scholar squeezed out of the crowd. Looking at the Prince Consort's Mansion in front of him, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, and then pointed the sword at the Prince Consort's Mansion and said, "I, Zhang Qiuyun of Qingtian Academy, challenge the Prince Consort Ye Bufan."
To be continued...