"boom!"
Ye Fan's words were like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, arousing a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
Whether it is the coaches and students of the Taekwondo Gym, or Zhao Ling'er, Lu Minghui and others, they stood there, dumbfounded, as if they had been subjected to a fixation technique, and couldn't believe their ears.
Before, in the battle between Ye Fan and Ling Ao, even though he had already shown a ghostly speed, he played Ling Ao with applause.
But this time, he was even more eloquent, saying that he would challenge the entire Taekwondo gym with one person!
As long as anyone touches the corner of his clothes, he loses!
The degree of difficulty has risen exponentially compared to fighting alone.
This is no longer a challenge or a duel, but the humiliation of the red alder fruit.
It is not only Park Hyun Jin who humiliates, but also all the coaches, students, and the Taekwondo they have been practicing!
Are you kidding me?
Do you really think you are the of war?
I've seen someone crazy, never seen someone so crazy!
Suddenly, a strong anger rolled over the chests of everyone in the court. Most of them stared at Ye Fan with anger and the same enemy, wishing to rush over and beat him up together to relieve their hatred!
"a ha ha ha……"
At this moment, Park Hyun really seemed to have heard some big joke, laughed unscrupulously, and then looked at Ye Fan and said:
"Boy, I want to see what you can do to speak such crazy words! But... if you lose, what shall you do?"
At the end, Park Hyun really reduced the smile on his face, and his eyes showed a vicious look like a jackal, as if he had locked Ye Fan's energy.
If you are a cowardly and weak person, I am afraid that your legs will become weak and your liver will split.
Who knows that Ye Fan still doesn't change his face, and calmly said: "Hehe... if I lose, I will naturally leave it to your disposal. If you want to kill, you will kill, if you want to pluck it! But if I win, your martial arts hall should be closed. Good luck, and at the same time acknowledging that Chinese Kungfu is far better than Goryeo Kungfu!"
"Huh...boy, I promised this condition! But you can never win!"
Park Hyunjin gave a grin, then waved to his disciples in the distance, motioning them to attack Ye Fan.
...
There were nearly a hundred people in the field, but the real disciple of Park Hyun Jin was only more than 20 people.
But these more than 20 people are just in their prime of life. They are all in their 20s or 30s. They are full of energy and blood. They are more than enough to besiege one person together!
What's more, the conditions for their victory were not to knock Ye Fan down. Even if they touched the corner of his clothes, they would win. In the eyes of everyone, it was too simple!
Of course, many of them want to take this opportunity to clean up Ye Fan and kill him!
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The eyes of the crowd were crimson, roaring at the same time, and the momentum was huge, and even gave people an illusion, as if thousands of horses were rushing into an array, it was extremely visually impactful and shocked the soul.
For a time, the 20 or so people rushed towards Ye Fan from all directions, and stunned, almost blocking all the directions of his dodge.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's chest swelled, a wave of lofty aspirations came out, and his momentum changed. His slender, tall but not rugged figure, like a dragon on the nine heavens, exuded a world of dignity and pride in his independence. Breath.
Immediately afterwards, he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out the silver needle he was carrying. The inner strength in his dantian rushed to the silver needles like the Yangtze River burst.
Under the light, the silver needle gleamed with cold light.
The next moment, the first person to attack has a red and black belt on his waist, and his fist is about the size of a casserole. It is only a dozen centimeters away from Ye Fan. Ye Fan can even see the successful expression on his face.
At this moment, Ye Fan finally moved.
His figure is astonishing and graceful as a dragon, with mysterious steps under his feet, which is pleasing to the eye.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The silver needle in Ye Fan's hand pierced the big acupoints on the body of the red and black warrior with lightning speed.
The turbulent inner strength rushed into that person's body with the aid of the silver needle as a medium.
For a while, the red and black belt warrior seemed to have been subjected to a hold technique, unable to move at all, standing still on the spot, even maintaining the posture of punching forward.
Acupuncture!
The divine needle for crossing eternity taught by Lao Wei can not only rejuvenate and overcome all the sufferings, but also contains the legendary Chinese magical skill of "pointing acupuncture point".
Now Ye Fan is the master of the Profound Realm. If he confronts the Grandmaster of the Yellow Realm, this method will paralyze the opponent for a few seconds at most.
However, these warriors in front of them are vulnerable to a single blow and have no ability to resist.
...
Inside the stadium, Ye Fan's figure is arrogant, with antelope hanging horns, and it seems to be easy to do, just like a stroll in the courtyard, indescribably freehand and chic!
The silver needle drew a graceful trajectory in midair, and every time it attacked, a warrior would be immobilized and unable to move.
There are more than 20 people, which seems to be a lot, but Ye Fan's hands are like chickens, and they don't have any resistance at all.
In the distance, Ling Ao didn't join the battle. His eyes burst with unprecedented light, staring at Ye Fan's figure unblinking, for fear of missing any action.
Ye Fan's ghostly figure and acupuncture skills completely subverted his inherent concepts, and made him truly excited, as if he had finally opened the door to a new world and learned the "real" martial art!
In just two or three minutes, all the more than 20 people were held by Ye Fan, maintaining various postures, standing in place like a sculpture, indescribably strange.
"hiss!"
Seeing this, everyone in the distance couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning, and the whole body was shocked, like being shocked by an electric shock, as if the heart was suffocated by a pair of invisible hands, almost suffocating.
This scene in the field caused an unprecedented visual impact and shock to them.
Ye Fan deliberately didn't take a shot at Park Xuanzhen, leaving him for the end.
However, Park Hyun-jin, who was still invincible before, is now completely shocked, there is no trace of blood on his face, and the whole body is soaked in cold sweat, and he can't help but shudder.
In Park Hyun Jin's view, Ye Fan, who looks a little immature in front of him, is as terrifying as a demon!
He really couldn't imagine that a young Chinese warrior would have such incredible skills!
Even if the black belt 9th-dan Taekwondo master from Korea comes, it may not be Ye Fan's opponent!
What made Park Hyunjin feel even more horrified was that Ye Fan's clothes were meaningless and messy from beginning to end, as if everything was under control, and he had not yet used his full strength!
It's hard to imagine how terrifying he would be if he had full firepower!
...
"Step! Step! Step!"
At this time, Ye Fan walked quickly to Park Xuanzhen, his eyes staring like a knife, making Park Xuanzhen's exposed skin hurt for a while.
"Haha...Pu Xuanzhen, now there are only two of us left, the competition is not over yet! As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes, you still win!" Ye Fan joked.
When Park Hyun Jin heard this, his head shook like a rattle.
At this time, where did he still know the strength gap between himself and Ye Fan?
"Your majesty is superb, martial arts can help you, I sigh! Please be merciful, and open the net!" Park Xuanzhen nodded and bowed, no longer the arrogant arrogance before.
These Koreans are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and owe it to be clean!
In the face of people who are weaker than themselves, they unscrupulously abused, and in the face of the real strong, they bowed to their knees, pretending to look like a poor creature, trying to win sympathy!
"I said before that as long as you close this Taekwondo gym and admit that Chinese Kungfu is far better than Goryeo Kungfu, you will not be held accountable for your fault!" Ye Fan said solemnly.
Hearing this, Park Hyunjin's face was embarrassed and her eyes flickered.
This Taekwondo gym can bring him millions of dollars in profits every year. It can be said that it is a hen who can lay golden eggs!
How could he be willing to let him give up like this?
Suddenly, Park Hyun really seemed to have thought of something, her eyes stunned, her right foot slammed on the ground, and she rose into the sky with the force of the counter-shock and swept towards the entrance of the gym.
In Pu Xuanzhen's view, as long as he ran away today, although he lost some face, he could at least save the martial arts gym, and then use various means to deceive and deceive students.
On the other hand, Ye Fan could never stop him in the gym every day!
He is a Korean national, and as a "foreign uncle", with such a level of identity protection, if Ye Fan dares to continue to embarrass him, he can call the consulate!
Just as he was about to flee to his birth, Ye Fan's disdainful voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"Huh... Park Hyun-jin, I have given you a chance, but you are so obsessed with it, really when I dare not kill you?"
"Kill you, one trick is enough!"
