"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
For a time, everyone in the Taekwondo Hall focused on the gate.
They look forward to, look forward to, and long for...
I hope that there will be a peerless strong man who will be born at this most critical juncture to crush Lee Jong Hyuk with a force of destruction and to revitalize the glory of Chinese martial arts!
However, after seeing Ye Fan's appearance, a group of Chinese martial artists seemed to be poured cold water.
The flame of hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.
There is no other reason-
Ye Fan is too young.
That looks slightly young and tender, at most eighteen or nine years old.
No matter how enchanting genius, starting from the mother's womb, I am afraid that it will be strong and limited, and it will definitely not be Lee Jong Hyuk's opponent.
"Stick!"
"Stick!"
"Stick!"
Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Fan walked step by step towards the ring in the center of the gymnasium.
Seeing that Ye Fan was about to board the ring, someone around immediately persuaded:
"Little brother, don't do stupid things, you are definitely not this Goryeo's opponent!"
"Yeah...Even if you are on stage, it won't help at all, you just die for nothing!"
"Hey... now unless a strong person from the ancient martial world or the Hidden Sejong Sect makes a move, there is no chance of winning!"
Obviously, most people are not very optimistic about Ye Fan, and public opinion is almost flat.
However, Ye Fan ignored these words and continued to move forward.
From the outside, he is dusty, ragged, and his brows are full of unconcealable fatigue.
After all, he came back from Langya Mountain, rushing for nearly 400 kilometers.
But his eyes revealed a firm, sharp light.
Every time I stepped, it was like a thunder that shook the ground, bursting into the ears of everyone.
Suddenly, someone looked at Ye Fan, as if thinking of something, could not help but exclaimed:
"Little brother... is your last name Ye?"
"Yeah!" Ye Fan nodded slightly.
"You...you are the young master-Ye Beichen?!" That person broke Ye Fan's identity.
...
"boom!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves of waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
In the eyes of many Chinese martial artists, a bit of vitality was restored again.
Young Master Ye Beichen!
A few months ago, this name was spread all over the country and the scenery is boundless.
It is rumored that he is under twenty, but possesses the strength of a master realm. He once killed the strong Japanese in the underground ring of Suzhou-Hangzhou City, causing a sensation.
However, he was like a flash in the pan, and he never appeared again.
Therefore, many people think that he is a man who has lost his reputation and is not worthy of the term "young master".
The many warriors in the field never expected that at this last moment, the legendary Ye Beichen would arrive here.
"Boy, is that you?"
Li Zhonghe asked in a deep voice, his eyes bursting with fierce light, like an unsheathed magic weapon, unstoppable sharp, which contains the supreme martial arts will.
If it is an ordinary person, under the power of this "witnessing", I am afraid that they will be frightened and their knees weakened.
However, Ye Fan held his head high and shot at Han Xing, staring at him without showing any weakness.
"Stab!"
In the air, there are invisible electric sparks flickering, and the surrounding space is stagnant.
"Yes, it's me!" Ye Fan said.
"You finally came!"
Suddenly, Lee Jong Hyuk's momentum changed, and his face was a bit solemn.
And hearing these conversations between the two, dozens of Chinese martial artists around, all looked blank, unclear, so they secretly speculated:
Is it possible... Lee Jong Hyuk has been waiting for Ye Fan?
...
At the same time, the dark room in the gym.
After discovering that Ye Fan appeared, Jin Junxian immediately stood up from the sofa.
His facial features are twisted together, terrifying and hideous, his eyes are fierce, and the friction between his teeth rattles, alive and well like a nine-you ghost.
His chest was undulating, and there seemed to be violent anger raging in it, his fists were squeezed tightly, and the nails were pulled into the palms of his hands without even noticing.
But Xiao Yunrong, who was tied down and kneeled on the ground, recovered a little from the despair and gloomy eyes, and even burst into tears of excitement, and her body trembled involuntarily.
From the corner of Jin Junxian's eyes, he caught a glimpse of her body, gritted his teeth and said:
"Smelly lady, what are you happy about? Ye Fan, that stinky boy, is absolutely impossible to be Master’s opponent! It won’t be long before you will see him being beaten into a waste! The pain I have suffered is ten Repay him a hundred times!"
...
On the ring.
Ye Fan looked at Li Zhonghe from a distance, and said solemnly, "Where is Sister Yunrong? I've already come, let her go immediately!"
There was an irresistible will in his voice.
"Huh... boy, what qualifications do you have to order the old man? Junxian's account has not been calculated with you yet! Defeat me, you will naturally see her!" Li Zhonghe said.
Hearing this, Ye Fan suddenly straightened his spine, and his slender figure was like a spear that pierced the blue sky. He exploded with an aura of contempt for the world and disregarding the heroes, and said proudly:
"A mere Korean dare to scream in China? The world is so big, you know geometry! The sky is so high, how many steps do you step on! What Taekwondo is also worthy of China Kungfu?"
"Killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"
Hearing this overbearing declaration, Lee Jong Hyuk seemed to have been greatly insulted and shouted angrily:
"The boy who doesn't know the height and the height of the earth, dare to provoke the old man, he is almost dead!"
As soon as the voice fell, Li Zhonghe slammed his right foot on the ground, and with the help of the force of the counter-shock, he took the initiative to shoot towards Ye Fan like a piercing cannonball.
"Stab!"
That damaging punch cut through the sky, tearing the air.
Even across a long distance, you can feel the terrifying power.
However, Ye Fan was not afraid at all. Instead, there was an eager look in his eyes, and his momentum rose steadily, like a dormant angry dragon awakening, beginning to show up.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
A intensive physical collision sounded like a storm.
The speed of the two of them has surpassed the limit of the naked eye. Ordinary people can barely capture the afterimages, but the sound of sonic boom is endless, shattering the eardrum.
In just a few breaths, the iron fists of the two collided hundreds of times in mid-air.
The invisible energy ripples agitated, and the aftermath spreads in all directions.
Inside the gymnasium, a hurricane was blown out of thin air, and some of the weaker warriors in the audience seemed to be transformed into a lone boat in the storm. Only when they tried their best to stimulate their internal energy, could they stand their feet.
And their eyes were full of horror, completely shocked by the strength of the two.
...
At the same time, both Ye Fan and Li Zhonghe were surprised by the strength of each other.
Ye Fan was in the heavenly hegemony body, and his physical strength was extremely powerful, far better than the realm powerhouse.
Even if he didn't use magical spells, he could blast hundreds of tons of power with a random punch, and even a skyscraper would be beaten through.
However, Lee Jong Hyuk fought him equally and equally.
This proves that Lee Jong Hyuk's physical strength is not inferior to himself.
The high-intensity fierce battle lasted for several minutes.
Suddenly, the two bodies bounced more than ten meters away at the same time.
Ye Fan didn't know how many fists had been hit on Ye Fan's body, and he was wearing rough clothes, embarrassed.
On the other side, Li Zhonghe was also uncomfortable. Under Ye Fan's fist, the samurai suit on his body was completely torn apart and turned into powder.
Then, a shocking scene appeared in the venue
Looking into the distance, I saw Lee Jong Hyuk's upper body, showing a metallic luster, just like pouring gold.
Between his skin and bones, it seems that there is no muscle at all, as if completely atrophy, only the meridians of blue and gold, and the hard bones of steel.
At first glance, it looks like a skeleton wrapped in a skin bag.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, the many Chinese warriors in the audience couldn't help but breathe in the air, and their eyes were full of horror.
They never expected that under Lee Jong Hyuk's samurai clothes, such a creepy body was hidden!
At this moment, Wei Lao's voice rang in Ye Fan's ears:
"I didn't expect to see this'King Kong Immortal' on Earth! Xiao Fan, you must be careful!"
