The moment the bean soldier that was cast by the bean soldier casting technique came out, he was slapped into beans by Wang Fan and smashed into the ground.
The three of them could not believe it!!!
Wang Wu, Zhao Yu, Zhao Fei. The three of them knew that the beanmen summoned by the so-called Divine Power Spell of the Bean Weapon Formation Technique were not simple things.
Its offensive power was roughly at the level of the Soul Formation or Return to Void Stage, but its defensive power was difficult to break even for Return to Void or Dao Integration Stage cultivators.
However, this thing that was difficult to destroy even with the Return to Void Stage and Dao Integration Stage was completely destroyed and exploded in front of Wang Fan. This scene made the three of them unable to believe it. At the same time, it also made a huge doubt appear in their hearts.
The person standing in front of them was dressed like a beggar, and his aura was similar to theirs. Why was he so powerful? Why was he so powerful?
Wang Fan was clearly on the same level as them, but the difference between them and Wang Fan was like the distance between the ends of the sky and the corners of the sea. The difference between the two was tens of thousands. This difference was truly terrifying to the extreme.
"You humiliated my disciple, and now you're humiliating me. You should have died, but seeing that your master is Patriarch Bodhi, the clone of Holy Mother Cundi, I will break the wall lamp's arms as a warning to others.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Fan broke off a peach tree branch from the hundred-year-old peach tree beside him. Then, he used this branch, which still had countless peach leaves growing on it, to ruthlessly draw six trajectories.
Six explosions sounded in the air. Wang Wu, Zhao Fei, and Zhao Yu's arms were broken. They fell to the ground and screamed miserably. They felt the pain in their bodies and screamed miserably.
As they screamed, they looked at Wang Fan with hatred. All they could think about was how to take revenge.
"Get lost. If you don't get lost, the branch in my hand will cut your necks next time. At that time, even Patriarch Subhuti wouldn't be able to protect you.”
Wang Fan glanced at the three of them with disdain and pointed the peach tree branch in his hand at them.
Upon hearing this, the three disciples of the Tristar Crescent Abode didn't dare to complain. They didn't care about the severed arm on the ground. Blood spilled from their severed arm as they fled with pale faces.
The three of them ran away, and Wang Fan threw the dead branch in his hand on the ground. Returning to Sun Wukong, Wang Fan closed his eyes as he looked at Sun Wukong, who was still immersed in the second level of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Right now, Wang Fan wasn't the least bit nervous. This was because he knew that Patriarch Subhuti wouldn't do anything to him.
No matter what, he was now the master of Sun Wukong, the main character of the Journey to the West. Under the connection of fate, if he killed Wang Fan, Sun Wukong would lose the person who taught him, and his fate would also be greatly damaged. The so-called day of the Western Paradise's teaching would become even further away.
After thinking through all of this, Wang Fan, who had a big heart, was able to injure the disciples of the Tristar Crescent Abode without any restraint and even cut off the arms of three disciples. Wang Fan dared to confirm that even if these three people had prosthetic limbs, they would still be crippled. Cultivation was to cultivate one's body. If one's body was crippled, what was the point of cultivating one's body?
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Wang Fan closed his eyes and waited for Sun Wukong to wake up from his cultivation. Meanwhile, in the Crescent Tristar Cave on the top of Mount Innerheart, the mouth of the Bodhi Ancestor, who had activated the Water Mirror Technique, was already twitching.
Patriarch Subhuti felt that Wang Fan might have already seen through him. However, that was just a feeling. When Wang Fan fought with his three disciples just now, he really told them the truth.
Sage Zhunti was the avatar of Zhunti Buddha Mother.
Being able to detect the whereabouts of the Saint's avatar made Patriarch Subhuti even more wary of Wang Fan. Just as Wang Fan had expected, Patriarch Subhuti did not dare to attack him at all.
He didn't dare to make a move. After all, Wang Fan knew that he was a Saint's clone, but Patriarch Subhuti didn't know anything about Wang Fan. The information on both sides was not equal. Creatures were always curious or fearful of the unknown.
Wang Fan was an unknown. He was filled with mystery, and that mystery covered Patriarch Subhuti's eyes, preventing him from acting rashly.
Of course, if Wang Fan knew the reason why Patriarch Subhuti didn't dare to make a move, he would definitely laugh at Patriarch Subhuti for being an idiot.
In the countless prehistoric novels that Wang Fan had read, Patriarch Bodhi was set to be the avatar of Cundi Buddha Mother, the avatar of the Sage.
Previously, Wang Fan had said that Bodhi was Zhunti's clone. Wang Fan himself didn't realize the importance of this sentence, but it made Patriarch Bodhi raise his vigilance against Wang Fan, this mysterious person.
Wang Fan, who exactly are you?
Grandmaster Bodhi looked at Sun Wukong and Wang Fan in the water mirror and thought to himself.
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