59 Successive Victories

"End the fight as soon as possible? Good, just what I wanted!"

Lu Xuan's point was that he was trying to make his move as quickly as possible so that Yang Bufan wouldn't suffer any more.

However, looking at his face, he seemed to have misunderstood.

Lu Xuan shook his head, not bothering to explain.

"Please."

" Yang Bufan is a strong opponent ranked in the top three hundred of Yellow Ranking, this person is so overstretched that he's not even prepared, I'm afraid he's going to lose!"

"Don't deflate it, I'm pressuring you for a thousand silver coins!"

Many people were supporting Lu Xuan.

In a way, Lu Xuan's fame has increased.

At least after today, Lu Xuan's name will not be unknown in Tianwu City.

However, there were some opposing voices.

"Don't pretend, you'll be the one crying later."

"Get off the stage, the top three hundred of Yellow Ranking is not for the likes of you to deal with, don't be embarrassed!"

These opposing voices were essentially Chen Shitong's men.

"The rabble." Chen Shitong's face was pale as water, he didn't expect Lu Xuan to be so powerful that several Yellow Ranking Martial Artist couldn't beat him.

However, Yang Bufan is different. Three hundred in Yellow Ranking was a watershed.

Yang Bufan, as one of the top three hundred, was certainly not weak.

Lu Xuan, this kid will not be here for long!

Chen Shitong darkened.

"Make a move, I'll let you make a move." Yang Bufan said.

"No need, if I make the first move, you won't have a chance to make a move?" Lu Xuan faded.

"Arrogant!"

Yang Bufan frowned slightly, even though Lu Xuan had been winning battles, he was not on the same level as the group in front of him, Lu Xuan was so overstretched!

With this in mind, Yang Bufan's positive impression of him was instantly lost.

True Qi was poured into the longsword, Yang Bufan held the sword in both hands, and in a flash, he was right in front of Lu Xuan and struck down with his sword.

Blast!

Lu Xuan didn't move a muscle and slapped his palm on his side waist, Yang Bufan's entire body took dozens of steps backwards until he fell down from the ring.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your mercy."

After regaining consciousness, Yang Bufan was filled with bitterness.

After regaining consciousness, Yang Bufan was filled with bitterness.

At first, he thought Lu Xuan was going to voluntarily admit defeat, but he ended up being knocked out of the ring himself.

But fortunately, the others were knocked unconscious by a single move, and he was unharmed, except for a slap on his waist that hurt a little.

Most of his strength had been withdrawn, and that was why he was not injured.

The bitterness in Yang Bufan's heart grew stronger as he thought of this.

We were all the same age, why was there such a big difference in strength?

"Even Yang Bufan can't take him down, it's a bit troublesome." Qi Yun's face was as pale as water. Yang Bufan was also the one he hired to deal with Lu Xuan.

Even the Yellow Ranking No. 300 couldn't defeat him, so it seemed that Lu Xuan was still a bit strong.

The audience was even more surprised than Qi Yun's. "Yang Bufan lost the game.

" Yang Bufan lost? That Yellow Ranking three hundredth-ranked big shot was so easily repulsed by a single slap!"

"What is this young man on the stage, why is he so strong!"

The crowd was talking, but they just didn't know what Lu Xuan's identity was.

At that moment, someone suddenly recognized him, "Isn't he the Lu Xuan who was first in the Spirit Sky Academy Grand Competition!"

"Yes, Grand Competition #1, come to think of it, defeated Yellow Life Realm Level 1 Martial Artist at Mortal Life Realm Level 7 with a weakness, which was sensational!"

"After a few months, I'm sure he''ll be one level up!"

"So it's him, no wonder I said, this man with no name, where did this ruthless man come from, even Yellow Ranking Martial Artist is no match for him!"

The crowd praised.

Long Xueyao's beautiful eyes rippled, she knew Lu Xuan was strong, and after these battles, she was even more intuitive.

However, she wondered if his True Qi would be able to withstand such intense exertion.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Lu Xuan's body was strong, but he must have consumed a lot of True Qi.

And his own realm wasn't very high, so he probably wouldn't be able to support the battle for too long.

Right now, he was probably at the end of his strength.

If Lu Xuan knew what they were thinking, he might shake his head and lose his smile.

The conditions for advancement in this divine technique, Immortal Secrets of Immortality, were extremely harsh, but correspondingly, True Qi Capacity was more than several times stronger than ordinary Martial Artist of the same realm, and so was the recovery power.

Lu Xuan didn't have to worry about True Qi even if he had to fight forty, not to mention four more.

But others didn't think so.

They thought that Lu Xuan was no longer capable of fighting, and they all came out to challenge him, trying to use him as a stepping stone for their own promotion.

As you could imagine, they all failed, without exception.

"Oh my god, that's the 280th ranking in Yellow Ranking, Chen Tian! Didn't he claim to have the strength of a thousand pounds! How was he blown away by Lu Xuan's fist!"

"That's incredible!"

"Could it be that we've all been tricked? Is Lu Xuan actually a Physical Cultivator?"

"Come on, what kind of physical Cultivator is that young? Physical Cultivator is notoriously slow, without 30 or 40 years, you can't train anything at all, this kid is at most 18 or 19 years old, even if he starts training from his mother's womb, he can't be a Physical Cultivator!"

Lu Xuan mouth twitched slightly, and the discussions offstage became stranger and stranger, as if he had turned into a three-headed, six-armed monster that was all-powerful in their mouths.

Hearing them was a sweat.

"Is there anyone else?" Lu Xuan stood on top of the ring, standing with his hands in the negative, looking down at everyone below the ring, like a god who is invincible.

The people looked at him, He looked at them, and no one wanted to go up.

What a joke, the eight people who went up there were basically snapped in one move, okay!

And you say that he was at the end of his rope, that True Qi was depleted?

You fucking piece of shit!

Which True Qi did you see that was depleted, with a rosy complexion, full of vigor, as if he was at the top of his game?

Going up there to fight him?

Wasn't that looking for abuse or something?

The crowd was determined not to move, they weren't masochists, self-destruction was not an option!

"No one?" Lu Xuan frowned slightly, then focused his attention on the referee's table.

Chen Shitong's face was as pale as water, and his fingers were tapping on the table, "Where is the person? Do you still want to join the Martial Pavilion? Is the strength of this year's newcomers that bad!"

"Hmph, a bunch of gutless brigands, stare at this gentleman!"

As soon as the words were said, a green voice floated down onto the ring.

He was Yan Qing, and he couldn't stand Lu Xuan's showy appearance, so he was ready to rub his strength into him himself.