EFB Chapter 232 The Inner Sect Competition Officially Begins
Chapter 232 The Inner Sect Competition Officially Begins
Hearing this, Yu Wenhao curled his lips disdainfully and sneered: "Hmph! If you want to win the championship, you still need to defeat me. Otherwise, the throne of the number one in the inner sect will be mine.
Shen Xuan's words shocked the people around him. This guy is too arrogant. He dares to speak like this. Doesn't he know the strength of other peaks?
"Boy, let's try it!!"
At this time, Yang Jian from Jianfeng couldn't help but shouted angrily.
This guy's strength has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Shenzong, and his combat power is extremely powerful. His name is Yang Jian, and he is one of the top five beings in the Holy Peak.
"Haha... You are not worthy of letting me take action." Yu Wenhao said dismissively.
Yang Jian's face suddenly turned livid.
Behind Yang Jian, the two Jianfeng disciples were also furious.
"Okay, very good. This guy isn't very strong, but he has quite a temper. I'll help him!"
"This kid is too arrogant. He must be taught a lesson."
The two Jianfeng disciples had fierce murderous intent in their eyes, and they rushed toward Yu Wenhao one from the left and the other from the right.
"Hmph! A little trick!
Yu Wenhao snorted coldly, smacked his palms out, and a surging force surged out, directly hitting the two Jianfeng disciples.
These two disciples were both at the early stage of the fourth level of the Shen Sect. They were unable to resist Yu Wenhao's attack and were immediately slapped away, vomiting blood.
After knocking back two Jianfeng disciples with one palm, Yu Wenhao did not stop. He struck out with another palm, and a palm print hit the last Jianfeng disciple hard.
This disciple's strength is not very strong, but he is not weak either. He has reached the level of Shenzong, but he still cannot resist Yu Wenhao's palm.
“Pfft~~”
A mouthful of blood spat out from the disciple's mouth, and he was blasted several feet away. He fell into the ruins and passed out.
After injuring two people with one palm, Yu Wenhao sneered: "Generally speaking, I will only use this method, otherwise you are too rubbish!"
These words are extremely arrogant!
But everyone thought it was natural, because the strength of these disciples was indeed too poor.
Yang Jian also stopped the disciples who wanted to step forward at this time.
"I'll do it! You can't beat Yu Wenhao!"
Yang Jian's tone was very strong, but no one refuted it.
...Please give me flowers...
Yu Wenhao was at the sixth level of the Shen Sect. Among these disciples, except for those who were direct descendants of the peak master, the rest were no match at all and could not even hold back a single move.
"Yu Wenhao, you are too arrogant! Senior brother will definitely defeat you!"
A Jianfeng disciple couldn't help but sneered.
Yu Wenhao frowned slightly and said: "I'm arrogant, I want you to know what the gap is!"
After saying that, he suddenly struck Yang Jian with a palm, and a bright palm mark shot up into the sky and slashed down towards Yang Jian.
When Yang Jian saw this, his pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect Yu Wenhao to be so domineering, and he would attack without saying a word.
However, although Yang Jian was fast, Yu Wenhao was even faster. In the blink of an eye, his palm prints had already arrived in front of Yang Jian.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt threatened, his face turned pale, and his heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
He roared unwillingly, and a blazing sword light erupted from his whole body. A three-foot long purple-red sword suddenly appeared. He waved the long sword and struck hard at the palm print. .