Gathering Of The Supreme Talents (3)

"I don't care if you are from a Sacred Clan or a Sacred Sect. Just get lost and stop getting in my way!"

A disdainful voice came from Bei Wuying. He lifted his right leg straight away and swept towards Wang Xian's head.

"That young man is finished. Young disciples these days are getting more and more arrogant!"

Seeing Bei Wuying attacking, a middle-aged man shook his head slowly.

Bam!

However, as he finished his words, a clashing sound reverberated. Everyone was taken aback and quickly looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"What? He blocked it? He blocked it with just a fan?"

"He could stop an attack from Bei Wuying? What's the strength of that young man?"

"It can't be! It can't be that the young man is also an Inborn expert!"

Exclaims came from the surrounding crowd as they stared blankly at the young man who stopped Bei Wuying's right kick with a golden fan.