The whole place was silent, and everyone held their breath.
Everyone looked at Bu Fang with sympathy in their eyes.
No one expected that the first thing the Nether Prison experts did when they arrived was to find trouble with Bu Fang.
Although these people were only the second echelon of Nether Prison, for many people present, they were almost invincible existences.
Even the weakest among them was a Two-stage Professional Little Saint, which made many people despair.
His condescending gaze brought with it a majestic sense of oppression. That oppression brought Bu Fang back to his senses from his contemplation.
There seemed to be a flash of doubt in his eyes as he looked at the tall powerhouse.
"What did you just say?"
Bu Fang asked with a straight face.
"I said … Hand over the Senseless Lotus, and I'll spare your life."
The Nether Prison expert grinned, revealing his white teeth. That smile made people feel a chill rise from the soles of their feet.
"Oh."
Bu Fang said.
Huh?
Bu Fang's answer stunned everyone, and then many people's faces became strange.
What kind of answer was that?
What did he mean by 'oh'?
Many people widened their eyes and stared at him.
The Nether Prison experts were also stunned, and then they all laughed coldly.
"Boy, you're tactful."
After that, the Nether Prison expert stretched out his fan-like palm and hovered in front of Bu Fang.
"Hand over the Senseless Lotus … I've long heard the rumors about it. I came to Earth Prison this time to see it, but I didn't expect you to beat me to it. But what's mine will be mine, and what's not mine … will still be mine."
The Nether Prison expert said.
His eyes were full of pressure as he stared at Bu Fang.
A terrible aura was released from his body, and everyone present felt their hearts tremble.
The people of Nether Prison were really … overbearing!
It made sense. As the overlord, Nether Prison looked down on people from other small worlds.
It was normal for them to be overbearing.
However, everyone couldn't help but feel indignant in their hearts.
"The Senseless Lotus … I can't take it out."
Bu Fang thought for a while and said seriously.
He was telling the truth because the Senseless Lotus seemed to have taken root on the Treasure Heaven Tree and could not be picked at all. Bu Fang did not want to pick it either.
Therefore, when Bu Fang said that he couldn't take it out, he wasn't bluffing.
However, the Nether Prison experts did not think so.
"You can't take it out? Did you eat it? "
The Nether Prison expert narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be lightning bursting in them.
"Then spit it out!"
Boom!!
The Nether Prison expert's aura suddenly changed, becoming boundlessly domineering.
The palm that was originally hovering in front of Bu Fang suddenly slapped toward Bu Fang's head, as if it wanted to smash Bu Fang's head.
Hua!
This scene caused everyone's eyes to shrink involuntarily as they sucked in a breath of cold air.
This Nether Prison expert was too overbearing. He actually attacked at the slightest disagreement.
That backhanded palm seemed to have turned into a sharp longsword, and a terrifying sword aura burst forth from it.
It was as if he wanted to kill Bu Fang in an instant!
"He's an expert from the Sword Demon Clan, which ranks fifth among the nine clans in Nether Prison!"
Someone recognized the man at once when he saw the Nether Prison expert's attack.
This method was too representative!
Terrible sword energy burst forth, and the palm seemed to have turned into a divine sword that could cut through iron as if it were mud, slashing toward Bu Fang's head as if he wanted to cut Bu Fang in half.
Fa Wu, who was standing not far from Bu Fang, narrowed his eyes.
Then, he put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. His aura suddenly burst forth.
However, as soon as his aura burst forth, it stopped.
When he saw that Bu Fang was unmoved by the palm, his heart skipped a beat.
"Die! You're just like an ant! "
That Nether Prison expert laughed maniacally as his sword palm swept out. The sharp sword energy seemed as though it was going to cut the ground apart!
The other Nether Prison experts behind him also sneered at this moment.
It was as if they were watching a good show.
"They're trying to show off their strength …"
"The moment they arrived, they came looking for someone to take the lead, just to dampen our morale."
"They're too overbearing … But they have the capital to be so overbearing!"
…
The surrounding people all revealed a helpless look. They simply had no other way.
What could they do in the face of this overbearing Nether Prison expert?
Buzz …
The air was so oppressive that it let out a whine.
The velvet rope that tied Bu Fang's hair suddenly broke at this moment.
The palm kept approaching, and it was getting closer and closer.
As it got closer and closer to Bu Fang's face, the terrible sword energy seemed to cut the skin on Bu Fang's face.
Two inches, one inch, half an inch …
Bu Fang was unmoved, his face expressionless.
The Nether Prison expert grinned hideously.
"Die!"
The palm was finally about to land on Bu Fang's head.
If this palm landed, Bu Fang's entire head would probably explode.
In the eyes of the Nether Prison expert, Bu Fang's cultivation base was just a First Revolution Little Saint. In his eyes, this kind of cultivation base was no different from an ant.
Suddenly …
The Nether Prison expert's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The laughter around them also stopped.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
A rainbow-colored dumpling suddenly appeared in front of the Sword Fiend Clan expert who had struck out with his palm.
In the next instant, Bu Fang stretched out a finger and poked the dumpling.
With a bang, the dumpling exploded.
A rainbow-colored light surged, enveloping the Nether Prison expert.
"What is this?!"
The other Nether Prison experts were shocked.
One of them even narrowed his eyes, revealing a somewhat solemn look.
"What is that? I think I saw a dumpling just now … "
An expert with magma surging under his skin looked at an expert wrapped in a chef's robe and asked.
"I don't know …"
The expert shook his head.
"Aren't you from the Nether Chef Clan? Aren't you the best at cooking? How could you not recognize this dumpling? "
The expert with magma surging under his skin sucked in a cold breath.
Fa Wu's eyes lit up instantly.
'Sure enough, Owner Bu is not the kind of person who will easily suffer a loss.
Owner Bu is going to fight back! '
"What is this?!"
The experts of the Sword Demon Clan roared in horror.
However, as soon as he roared, he was horrified to find that he could not move his body, and he could not even roll his eyes.
His palm, which he had thrust out, froze in midair.
"I told you I can't take out the Senseless Lotus … Why won't you listen?"
Bu Fang said faintly.
The next moment, he flipped his hand, and a black wok appeared in Bu Fang's hand.
Then, he waved the black wok fiercely.
Boom!
The wok smashed viciously into the immobilized Sword Demon Clan expert's face.
Everyone was stunned and sucked in a cold breath.
The Sword Demon Clan expert's eyes widened.
He flew backward, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.
His body was about to be sent flying.
However, a hand grabbed onto his lapel and pulled him back.
The black wok grew larger in his eyes once again.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The black wok was swung as if it were light.
Every time it struck out, it hit the expert's face accurately.
Boom!
A loud noise rang out.
The last blow was thrown out.
The expert from the Sword Demon Clan was dumbfounded. His entire face swelled up.
Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.
'I can't believe I was struck dumb by a wok …'
Everyone was dumbfounded.
They didn't even know what to say.
Then, the experts from the other small worlds couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The laughter was like a taunt, drilling into the Nether Prison experts' ears.
It made their faces turn red and blue.
At this moment, the Nether Prison experts' honor and disgrace were one. So, when one of them was insulted, they couldn't sit still.
Bu Fang carried a black wok.
His black hair fluttered, and his striped red-and-white Vermilion Robe fluttered. His face was indifferent as he looked at everyone present.
That look …
It startled the group of people who wanted to make a move.
Boom!
A loud noise rang out.
A burly figure suddenly landed in front of Bu Fang, exuding a powerful aura.
Jin Jiao stared at the Nether Prison experts with oppressive eyes.
"What? Do you want to cause trouble? "
Jin Jiao raised his hand, grabbing the handle of the Corpse Ghost Soul Sealing Fan on his back, coldly glancing at the crowd.
The Nether Prison experts froze instantly.
The Sword Demon Clan's expert also got up from the ground, glaring at Bu Fang.
"Enough."
Suddenly, an indifferent voice rang out.
Then, a figure slowly walked out of the array.
A domineering aura spread, suppressing Jin Jiao's aura.
"Leader!"
The Nether Prison experts all bowed respectfully to the man.
Buzz …
A buzzing sound rang out.
That person took a step and appeared in front of the Nether Prison experts, facing Jin Jiao.
"This is the Nether Puppeteer Clan's expert of the older generation. He's the leader of the Nether Prison semi-final team …"
Someone recognized the expert's identity, sucking in a cold breath.
It was a middle-aged man. His eyelids were half open, looking very tired.
However, his identity made everyone present revere him.
The Nether Puppeteer Clan ranked second among the nine clans of Nether Prison.
"What's the matter? Let's fight in the arena. What's wrong with making a ruckus?! Do you know that you're throwing Nether Prison's face? "
The middle-aged man said indifferently.
"Leader Lu Cheng … He started it …"
The Sword Demon Clan's expert seemed a little indignant, opening his mouth to speak.
"Shut up!" The middle-aged man suddenly raised his eyes, glancing at the Sword Demon Clan's expert. That expert's heart trembled, and he didn't say another word.
"I've already said that if there's any grudge, we should settle it in the semi-final. We, the Nether Prison, are the leader of many small worlds, and we should be friendly to our people. Do you understand? We can't let others laugh at us for being too domineering and unreasonable. "
The middle-aged man said.
The Nether Prison contestants instantly stopped talking. Obviously, this middle-aged man's power made them not dare to be presumptuous.
Jin Jiao coldly looked at Lu Cheng, who was speaking with confidence and composure, the corner of his mouth twitching disdainfully.
"Hypocrite!"
Jin Jiao sneered.
"Alright … Today's matter is our Nether Prison's fault. I apologize to this little brother. However, if we meet in the semi-final, we won't be so merciful."
Lu Cheng smiled warmly, glancing at Bu Fang.
However, what he saw made him slightly dumbfounded.
That was because he realized that Bu Fang's eyes were shining as he stared at him.
That gaze … It made him feel uncomfortable all over.
It was like the look of a predator looking at its prey!
I'm not participating in the competition. Why are you looking at me like that?
Besides, if I want to kill you, one finger is enough …
However, he still felt uncomfortable because Bu Fang was staring at him, making his hair stand on end.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, was very excited at this moment.
An expert from the Nether Prison's Nether Puppeteer Clan …
He finally met an expert from the Nether Prison's Nether Puppeteer Clan …
Xiao Bai, your hope … is here!
Soon, Lu Cheng left with the Nether Prison experts.
Before the Sword Demon Clan's expert turned around, he stared at Bu Fang, his eyes full of killing intent.
Of course, Bu Fang ignored him, still staring at Lu Cheng.
"Zhang Xuan, is that boy still … staring at me?"
The corner of Lu Cheng's mouth twitched as he asked the Sword Demon Clan's Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan froze for a moment, then nodded.
"That boy has been staring at Captain … Captain, are you old friends with that boy?"
Zhang Xuan asked with a frown.
"Old friends my ass!"
Lu Cheng's face twitched, and his heart became more and more disgusted. He wished he could turn around and slap Bu Fang to death.
"He's giving me goosebumps …"
"In the semi-final, when you meet that boy, don't show any mercy. Beat him to death!"
"I suspect … that kid might have some bad habits. Maybe he's taken a fancy to my … peerless appearance?!"
Lu Cheng's face twitched.
The Nether Prison experts nodded, a little confused.
Although they didn't know where Captain got his peerless face, if he said beat him to death, then beat him to death …
Lu Cheng took a deep breath and slowly turned his head.
In that instant, when she turned her head back, it was as if the flow of time and the vicissitudes of life …
His eyes were a little uneasy …
And when he met Bu Fang's gaze, his heart trembled.
"Are you crazy?!"
Lu Cheng finally couldn't help but curse.
Only after Lu Cheng and his group disappeared from his line of sight did Bu Fang retract his gaze reluctantly.
Bu Fang rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought again.
However, this time, he was not only thinking about how to get the Nine-leaf Acheron Grass, but also how to get the Nether Puppet's Heart from the Nether Puppet expert.
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