Chapter 1240: One-on-One or a Gang Brawl?

had changed directions afterward was impossible to determine."Chase!"Xiaoqing didn't even bother with anything else, and instantly chased after that direction.When Ye Bufan was taken, he had already...Ye Bufan smiled and said, "If I don't go, are you going to attack me"

"That's right, as I said before, we can't let the young master continue to commit bloodshed." Master Guangji said, "The young master should not force me to take action, lest it damage our harmony."

"Harmony Do you think there's any harmony left between us" Ye Bufan said, "Come on, are you preparing for a one-on-one duel or a gang fight"

"Young master, you possess extraordinary talent. You are the most outstanding martial arts prodigy I've ever encountered in my lifetime. You can't win this alone, we must join forces."

Ye Bufan let out a hearty laugh: "As expected, shameless! To spin attacking with numbers as righteous."

Facing his ridicule, Guangji monk remained unfazed. Qianmu Wuhu couldn't help but say: "Boy, what do you know This is the embodiment of strength in our Great Kun country's martial arts world."

As far as I know, your Chinese martial arts world can't produce so many Saint-level experts.

Ye Bufan shook his head. "That's your ignorance. Our Chinese martial arts are profound and vast, with masters like clouds, how could it be something that you little devils can understand."

"Presumptuous! You must know that the Zhenyan Sect represents the pinnacle of martial arts in the Great Dog Country. Only here can we produce so many Martial Saints."

"Qian Muwufu arrogantly shouted, "If you have the guts, bring all the masters from your Xia Dynasty. This old man will never say you're bullying with numbers."

Now there were ten Martial Saints present, and he and Guangji had both reached the middle stage of Martial Saint. In his view, under these circumstances, even if Ye Bufan was exceptionally skilled, there was no chance of him turning the situation around.

"You said so yourself. Don't regret it later"

"Regret This old man has never known what regret is. If you have the guts, bring on the masters, the more the better."

This guy had already done in-depth research on Ye Bufan before, knowing that he came to the Great Dog Country alone and had no help, so he was so confident.

As for the Watanabe family and Watanabe Mitsuyoshi, he didn't even bother to consider them. A battle of this level wouldn't even make a ripple if they showed up.

"Alright, then. You said so." Ye Bufan wore a teasing expression. "Take a look back."

He was well-prepared for his trip to the Great Dog Kingdom, bringing with him four guardians from the Four Divine Dragons Island and 36 Heavenly Generals. He had initially thought he was making quite a grand entrance, but felt somewhat disappointed that these men hadn't found a use yet.

Now that the other party wants to bully us with numbers, let's see who has more people.

"Kid, are you trying to scare me I'm not easily scared." Qianmu Wufu said this, turning his head back, only to be stunned by the scene behind him.

Suddenly, they were completely surrounded. A total of 40 masters surrounded them, each one standing in mid-air, all powerful warriors at the Martial Saint level.

After the shock wore off, he swallowed hard. When had Martial Saint-level powerhouses become as worthless as cabbages

Isn't it said that the Chinese martial arts world has declined Which bastard is spreading rumors! They directly sent out 40 Martial Saints, and there's even a monstrous existence at the front. Is this called decline

You have to know that although they managed to gather 10 Martial Saints today, this almost represents the top-tier existence of the entire Great Dog Country's martial arts world. Even if you searched harder, it would be difficult to find a few more.

This kind of strength is completely useless in front of someone like them, there's no comparison at all.

But he was shocked, as were the others in Guangji's group. They had all thought that although Ye Bufan possessed extraordinary cultivation, their superior numbers would inevitably lead to victory, perhaps even allowing them to kill him on the spot.

Now the situation can change at any moment, in the blink of an eye, they've produced so many Martial Saint-level powerhouses. Now I'm on the weaker side, how can we even fight this battle

As for Sen no Kiichirou who stood by and watched, the situation before him was a devastating blow.

He has been practicing diligently for sixty or seventy years, and he still hasn't reached the threshold of a martial sage. But whenever this person makes a move, there are forty or fifty moves in an instant. This is just too much to bear!

Liu Yun was also shocked beyond words. He had known his master was powerful, but he never expected him to be this powerful. To have so many Martial Saint-level experts at his beck and call was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

Ye Bufan playfully glanced at Qian Mu Wuhu: "How is it As you wished, how are you feeling now Any regrets"

"I..."

Chimu Wufu almost spat out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, there were only two words in his heart, regret, infinite regret, regret to the point that his intestines turned blue with remorse.

If only I had known this beforehand, I wouldn't have said anything to provoke this evil spirit. But it's too late now to say anything.

He was also helpless. If he fought alone, with his years of cultivation, perhaps he still had a chance to win.

If there is only one survivor in a brawl, they will have a very miserable time.

"Haha, you little devils are really constantly refreshing my worldview. I've seen shameless people, but never so shameless. Just now you wanted to gang up on me because there were more of you, and now that there are more of me, you want to have a one-on-one duel."

"Oh, you want a one-on-one fight You're going to take on all of us by yourself"

Ye Bufan was too lazy to waste any more time talking to these people. He simply waved his hand and said, "Beat them up."

The Four Great Divine Dragons and the 36 Heavenly Generals, who had been waiting in the Dragon King's Palace for so many days, immediately surged forward upon receiving his command, engaging in a fierce battle.

The four great Divine Dragons encircled Mu Wu, the warrior of Qiumu, in the center. The others surrounded the Eight Great Vajra of Zhenyan Sect with a four-to-one attack.

In this situation, the situation is completely one-sided. Everyone in the Dragon King's Palace are inheritors of ancient martial arts, and each person has their own unique skill.

In terms of one-on-one combat, each individual has the ability to overpower the Eight Great Vajra Kings of Zhentianzong. Moreover, with four attacking one, this isn't even a fight, but a complete and utter crushing.

Qian Muwu's situation is slightly better, after all, he is a mid-stage martial saint. It's a pity that he was brutally beaten by Ye Bufan just now and is already seriously injured. Tianzhi Congyun has also been taken away by the other party, and his combat power has dropped straight.

At this moment, facing the onslaught of the four Divine Dragons' guardians, I can only parry and have no power to fight back.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Seeing this scene, Grand Master Guangji leaped toward Ye Bufan.

The current situation leaves us with no other choice but to take this young man hostage. Only then will they have a chance of survival.

In his opinion, with his nearly hundred years of cultivation, it should be easy to subdue the other party.

"The Six-Symbol Prajā Palm."

Great Ji Monk was thin and wiry, but his roar sounded like thunder. His palm strike was earth-shattering, as if a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Ye Bufan's chest.

"Good shot."

Ye Bufan did not dodge or evade, and he also struck with a palm. For a moment, the wind howled and clouds surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as the Inheritor's Secret Manual of Longwang Temple, Beng Lei Palm, was unleashed.

Two palms clashed together with a dull thud, and a figure flew backwards, it was Guang Ji the monk who had been struck by lightning and was now charred on the outside and raw within.

He never expected that the other party not only had a deeper cultivation than him, but also possessed such powerful lightning power in their palm. He was severely injured as soon as they made a move.

This palm strike sent him flying dozens of meters before he managed to stabilize his figure. He was numb all over, but luckily he didn't have any hair, or it would probably be standing on end right now.he racked his brains for a while and could only rely on this plaque to take a gamble. If it didn't work, he would find another way to escape.As soon as this brand was taken out, the expressions of the...