Chapter 1,781 Confronting Yan Nanfei

( ) "Are you...really from the lower world?"

Yan Nanfei said with a surprised look on his face.

Everyone around him had the same expression, and they all couldn't believe it.

In their impression, the lower realm is a barren and desolate place. It is difficult to even produce a saint. Even if there is some genius, the cultivation level is very low. How can a young evildoer of three tribulations be produced?

Moreover, he also has an astonishing array talent.

With this kind of strength and talent, he can definitely become a holy son of a clan.

"What? Don't believe it?"

Tang Hao said coldly.

"That's not true. I'm just surprised that someone like you can come out of just the lower realm!" Yan Nanfei said, "I admire you for being born in the lower realm and cultivating to this level. However, the lower realm is the lower realm after all. You are not as good as me, Pangu Continent, even though you have amazing formation talent, you are still far inferior to me in terms of strength!"

As he spoke, he snorted slightly, showing a bit of disdain.

When this guy showed his strength in the Three Tribulations just now, he was still a little worried, fearing that this guy was a secret successor trained by some sect, but since he came from the lower world, there was nothing to worry about.

In terms of realm, this guy is not weaker than him, but in terms of magical powers, he is definitely not as good as many of his spiritual sons.

"The lower realm is the lower realm. Even if this guy can come up, he's just a stronger grasshopper."

"A mere person from the lower realm dares to be so rampant. I think he doesn't want to live anymore!"

Everyone in all directions laughed sarcastically.

A mere guy from the lower world has no background here, and his status is not as good as that of a disciple of the sect. If they kill this guy today, there will be no trouble at all.

"What? You were born in the spiritual wasteland, so you are great? I want to see how much ability you, the so-called saints, really have!"

Tang Hao looked around and shouted coldly.

"Hey! Look, how arrogant this guy is!"

"Tang, don't be arrogant. No matter which one of my many holy sons comes out, killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

All the saints were immediately furious,

He shouted.

"Okay! Then I'll wait for you to kill me!"

Tang Hao gave a cold drink.

"You don't need them, I'm enough! To kill you, my three punches are enough!"

Yan Nanfei snorted angrily and took action suddenly. He stamped his foot and disappeared suddenly. He flew in front of Tang Hao in the blink of an eye. He didn't use the purple magic gun and instead punched him.

This punch was so powerful that it caused ripples in the void in all directions.

"Three punches? What a loud tone!"

Tang Hao replied coldly.

He did not retreat, but instead stepped forward, clenched his fist heavily with his right hand, and bravely faced the attack.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The two fists collided firmly, and with the collision point as the center, a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread angrily.

Yan Nanfei originally had a look of contempt on his face, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

How could this guy's power be so strong?

Suddenly, a storm surged in his heart. He thought that this guy would not be able to bear this punch and would be sent flying out in confusion. But now, he seemed to have encountered an iron wall, and his opponent was motionless.

Moreover, there was a terrifying force coming from the opponent's fist, which easily tore his strength apart, and then came like a landslide and a tsunami, rushing in crazily.

He gritted his teeth, his face gradually turned red, and after a moment, he let out a muffled groan, could no longer hold on, and was blown away.

Kick, kick, kick!

After landing, he took more than ten steps back before barely able to stabilize his figure, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone in all directions was stunned, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

how so?

Shouldn't it be the man named Tang who was knocked away by the punch? Why is it the other way around now?

In a physical fight, Yan Nanfei couldn't beat a boy from the lower realm?

"What a holy son, nothing more than that!"

Tang Hao flicked his wrist and sneered.

"you……"

Yan Nanfei immediately became angry and shouted, "The punch just now doesn't count, I was careless! Take another punch from me!"

He shouted loudly, rushed forward again, and punched hard.

Tang Hao clenched his fist and faced the attack.

Bang!

There was another loud noise.

The two clashed again, fists clashed, momentum collided, and boundless brilliance exploded.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled groan.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the Holy Son of the Yan Clan flew out again and landed in a panic.

"Lost again!"

"what happened?"

Everyone shouted loudly, their faces full of surprise.

The punch just now can be said to be careless, but what about this punch? Could it be that Yan Nanfei was careless again?

I’m afraid this doesn’t make sense!

"Yan, please don't let yourself go!"

"Yan, can you do it?"

There were boos from the crowd.

After Yan Nanfei stabilized his figure, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, revealing a ferocious and embarrassed look.

He is a majestic holy son of the Yan tribe. Could it be that he is no better than an ant from the lower realm?

He raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar, furiously activating his energy and blood. The purple divine armor on his body was even brighter, and a shadow of a strange beast rushed out, roaring towards the sky.

The momentum in his body skyrocketed and climbed continuously. The moment it reached its peak, he stamped his foot and rushed out again, concentrating all his strength and punching out.

Tang Hao's expression remained as usual, and he still punched as before.

Bang!

The fists clashed for the third time.

A groan!

It was Yan Nanfei again. Although he used all his strength with this punch, he was defeated faster and more completely. He was blown away in the blink of an eye, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

He fell dozens of feet before he landed heavily.

The surroundings suddenly became silent, and you could hear a needle drop.

Everyone looked dull.

Three punches!

Yan Nanfei still lost, each punch getting worse than the last, and looking at his opponent, he was still so calm and composed, clearly not using all his strength.

"How can this guy's body be so strong?"

Everyone was a little horrified.

That Yan Nanfei was born with divine eyes. Physically, he may not be as good as those saints who were born with divine bones. But with a dragon bone embedded in his body, his physical body is not weak among the saints. How could he be defeated? So miserable?

"Could it be that... that guy was born with divine bones?"

Someone speculated.

In the lower realm, there are few born saints, but they are not absent. In the previous Blood Origin Ceremony, several people came up. This guy must have a natural divine bone, so his body is so strong.

"Is this all you have?"

Tang Hao walked forward, staring at the Yan clan's holy son with disdain.

Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth and his face turned livid.

"I underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect you to be so strong physically! But don't be complacent. In terms of true strength, you are still no match for me!"

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, with a cruel look on his face.

"I'll let you have a taste of how powerful my pair of supreme eyes are!" 2k Reading Network