"puff!"

Zhu Bo's head directly turned into a cloud of blood mist under the dragon fist, gradually dissipating into the air.

"Ye Fan, you..."

Seeing Ye Fan's clean movements, the old man couldn't react at all, but with three moves, Zhu Bo, the Shenxuan preparation disciple was killed in this way, he didn't even have a chance to stop it.

"Hall Master Nanhua, there is nothing to do with life and death in the Leap Forward challenge, I should not violate the rules of the sect when I kill him!"

After killing Zhu Bo, Ye Fan ignored the horrified gaze around him, shook his arm, turned and asked Nanhua.

"No!" Nan Hua nodded, looking at Ye Fan with a touch of complexity, only to feel that today's Ye Fan is a bit different from the past, as if a bit more brutal.

"Hall Master Nanhua, I want to trouble you with something, take me to the upper level of Qianzhong Mountain!" Ye Fan did not go to the side of the winner like Zhu Yun after winning, but suddenly demanded.

"Upper?" Nanhua was taken aback after hearing these words, and then said in surprise: "Do you want to go to the Temple of Heaven immediately?"

"Yes, since Zhu Bo is dead, I should take his place!" Ye Fan said as expected.

"Boy, do you want to directly challenge the profound gods to fail?" The old man had thought of something after listening to Ye Fan's words. If it weren't for this reason, Ye Fan would be doing something wrong in the Temple of Heaven.

Ye Fan nodded towards him, and then looked forward to Nanhua again.

"Okay, I'll take you up!" Looking at what Ye Fan expected, Nan Hua agreed to the move even though he didn't approve of it in his heart.

After all, it is every disciple's right to make progress upwards, and Ye Fan is also his extremely optimistic disciple.

"Excuse me, you continue to supervise the next battle, I will come when I go!"

Nanhua asked the old man, and the next moment he took Ye Fan into the air and flew up.

"This... Ye Fan, actually wants to challenge Shenxuan disciples?"

"This person is absolutely crazy. The disciples of Shenxuan are all people with profound foundations. Even the weakest ones are better than Zhu Bo."

"If you don't reach Vientiane, you won't get into the mystery!"

The voices of the disciples surrounding him were endless, and they were all surprised by Ye Fan's crazy thoughts.

The last sentence was flowed by the Profound Profound Realm, and it did not reach the Vientiane Realm, and even the door of the Profound Hall of God could not be touched. So far, there are so many geniuses in the Lingxiao Temple, and no one has broken this iron law.

At this moment, a wonderful battle is being staged on the site of Qianzhongshan Potian Temple.

A beautiful woman is playing against a middle-aged man on a high platform. The auras of the two are very strong. Every collision makes the high platform shake. The sky and the ground are stained with gorgeous white brilliance. The lightness of Vientiane.

In the fierce battle, the man's attack was very sharp, but each time it was transformed by the woman in a different way.

The woman didn't rush in the battle, and under the seemingly gentle movements, she created a stunning figure, and finally knocked the man off the high platform, making him proactively admit defeat.

"This Wang Xinruo is not only beautiful, but also so powerful, which really makes me ashamed."

"If I could have such a perfect woman, I would have no regrets!"

The Potian disciple below watched the battle on the stage, and most of his eyes were on the moving figure of the woman. Seeing the woman win, he yearned for it.

After defeating the Shenxuan disciple, Wang Xinruo still had a cold face, not stunned, and walked to the position of the winner.

The people standing here are all converted from Shenxuan preparation disciples to real Shenxuan disciples.

"Next, Zhu Bo!"

There was also an old man in Potian Hall, who was appointed by the Profound Hall of God. After nodding satisfied with Wang Xinruo, he immediately reported the name of the latter.

"Report to the elder that someone in the temple wants to challenge Zhu Bo by name and surname. This person is not here for the time being!" A disciple stepped out and reported to the elder.

"Oh? Then wait for him for a while, I hope he can solve it soon!" The old man was not angry after hearing this, but took the initiative to wait.

Zhu Bo's eldest brother Zhu Yuan is quite influential in the Profound Hall of God, and this old man still has to give it to him.

It's a pity that they waited for a while, but Zhu Bo didn't come up, and some of the Potian disciples began to worry.

"Why isn't Zhu Bo coming back? Are so many of us waiting for him?"

"Yes, Palace Master Dongfei and the senior who descended from the Profound Palace are no longer happy. Zhu Bo does not appear, and the subsequent challenges cannot continue!"

The voices of dissatisfaction among Potian disciples were endless, and even Wang Xinruo frowned slightly while waiting for the victor. Zhu Bo delayed for time, and the later they entered the Profound Hall of God.

"Don't wait, Zhu Bo won't come again!" Just as the old man wanted to give up waiting, a voice suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Potian Hall, and at the same time, everyone was interrupted.

Accompanied by the voice, a man slowly stepped into the Potian Temple, with a faint smile on his face.

"You are not my Potian disciple!" Dong Fei, the master of Potian Hall, almost recognized Ye Fan's identity at the first glance. As long as he was a Potian disciple, he would be aware of it.

"It wasn't before, but it is now, and then maybe it won't be again!" The man said a very strange word while walking slowly towards the high platform.

"Who are you?" Dong Fei recalled Ye Fan's words, but he felt very strange and asked again.

"Ye Fan!"

The man finally answered in the face, and at the same time, he was already standing still on the high platform.

After Nanhua brought Ye Fan here, he went back and left, so only Ye Fan came here.

"Ye Fan, you are crazy, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the figure standing on the high platform with his head upright, Wang Xinruoqing's cold expression no longer disappeared, and he rushed to Ye Fan's side under the eyes of everyone, and asked softly.

This is the place where the Potian disciples leap into the Shenxuan. Ye Fan shouldn't have come here.

"It turns out that you are Ye Fan. Judging from your appearance, you should have defeated Zhu Bo!"

Just as Ye Fan thought about answering Wang Xinruo's question, Dong Fei, who was on the side, had already said his guess, and he became a little interested in Ye Fan.

After all, Ye Fan's name, he, the Master of the Temple Breaking Heaven, had also heard about it.

"Yes, I am here to replace Zhu Bo and challenge the Shenxuan disciple!" Ye Fan affirmed Dong Fei's words and said astonishingly.

"A arrogant boy, even if you beat Zhu Bo, you still don't have the right to get his leap forward. You don't have to leave quickly and you will make trouble!" Hearing Ye Fan's words, the old man was a little impatient.

A disciple who had not yet formally entered the Potian Temple came to challenge the Shenxuan disciple, which made him feel dull in the Shenxuan Temple.

These things that only happen in places like Migratory Locust Hall, when it is the turn of the Profound Hall of Gods, does it mean that the Profound Hall of Gods has fallen.

"Zhu Bo is still alive, I really have no right to replace him, but now, he is dead!" A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth.

Killing Zhu Bo is a vital part of his plan, and it is also a bond that hopes to get into the mystery.

Under the strong pressure of the third prince, Ye Fan had no time to wait for another six months.