Chapter 738: Speak with your conscience!

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Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it resounded like a thunder that shook the ground.
A woman who can't control with one hand? !
Hearing this, all the warriors in the field were completely dumbfounded, completely in a state of suffocation, and even felt the suffocation of lack of oxygen, and the brain could not think normally.
No one has ever dared to blaspheme Dongfang Mingyue so much, even giving her this nickname.
If it is to select a list of thief, Ye Fan can definitely take the top spot with an overwhelming advantage.
For a while, the atmosphere in the court became extremely embarrassing.
It took a long time for someone to come back to his senses, furious, mad, and roared:
"Asshole! Fairy Mingyue's status in the ancient martial world is like a princess, so expensive, how dare you be so disrespectful to her?"
"princess?!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his tone a little bit, and sneered: "The woman I care about is the princess! Other women are no different from the grass in my eyes!"
"Huh... It's a big tone, who do you think you are, you don't even put Fairy Mingyue in your eyes!" the man continued to growl.
When Ye Fan heard the words, the corners of his mouth smiled even more, and he squeezed his hands firmly, and continued: "Hehe! I'm talking with my conscience, don't you believe it?"
Talking with conscience?
Everyone in the field was taken aback for a moment, and when they reacted, they almost fainted.
Ye Fan is touching his own conscience to speak, obviously touching the "conscience" of Dongfang Mingyue!
At this time, Ye Fan was still a little bit unfulfilled, and continued with emotion: "Tsk tsk...34C! Development is good, it seems that the food of the Yaochi School is pretty good!"
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"boom!"
As soon as this remark came out, it was like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
Those young warriors, with faint green light in their eyes, stared at Ye Fan fiercely, wishing to replace them, and also tried the touch of "34C conscience".
At this moment, Dongfang Mingyue finally came back to her senses, her delicate body trembled, her eyes shining with complicated expressions.
Shame, humiliation, anger, hatred...
"You! Let go! Otherwise, I will never let you go!"
Her voice was extremely harsh and contained an irresistible will.
But this threat would have no effect on Ye Fan at all.
Ye Fan looked at her condescendingly, and said lightly: "Miss Dongfang, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation! Now, what qualifications do you have to order me?"
Hearing this, Dongfang Mingyue's face suddenly became very ugly.
You know, she is being tied tightly by the immortal rope, unable to move, because of the intense pain, crystal beads of sweat are coming out from the tip of her forehead and nose.
The graceful body curve is protruding vividly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, it is imaginative, and even devastated.
Dongfang Mingyue is very clear about how tempting a man is for her perfect .
Man is a knife, I am a fish!
As long as Ye Fan is willing, let alone attacking Hungary, he can even do more to her in front of many warriors.
An unprecedented despair rushed to Dongfang Mingyue's heart.
All her pride, dignity, stubbornness, and stubbornness all seemed vulnerable to Ye Fan.
"call……"
Dongfang Mingyue let out a long sigh of relief, a decisive look flashed in her eyes, as if she had made a big decision, and she clenched her teeth:
"Mr. Bai! This competition...I give up!"
A simple sentence seemed to exhaust all her energy.
At the same time, the hope of many warriors in the audience was completely shattered.
They have been expecting a miracle to happen, maybe Dongfang Mingyue still has some killer secrets that can turn the situation around.
It's a pity... that's just an unrealistic luxury.
Dongfang Mingyue, lost!
The contemporary saint of the Yaochi School, the proud girl of heaven who stands on the top of thousands of people, has been defeated by an unknown fellow!
Until now, almost everyone in the field did not know the origin of Ye Fan's identity.
More importantly, Ye Fan not only defeated Dongfang Mingyue, but also spanked her in front of everyone, and even attacked Hungary.
It won't take long for these things to spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.
And Ye Fan will also become the public enemy of the whole people.
...
At this moment, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, sketching out the winner's smile, and with a thought, the bundle of fairy rope returned to his hand.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Dongfang Mingyue, who was out of trouble, panted with big mouths, and was strangled with a red mark on his delicate skin, as if he was forced to play a tied PLAY.
She looked at Ye Fan from a distance and said: "Mr. Bai, the test is over, please return the immortal rope to me!"
When Ye Fan heard the words, he quickly tied the immortal rope to his waist and used it as a belt, and asked, "This is my trophy! Why should I give it to you, the treasure I got from my skill?"
Dongfang Mingyue's phoenix eyes dazzled, and she said: "This is the treasure of the town of my Yaochi school. Do you want to take it for yourself?"
"cut!"
Ye Fan smiled disdainfully: "You keep saying that tying the fairy rope is the treasure of the Yaochi school. What's the proof? I also said that this is my ancestral treasure and was snatched by your Yaochi school! You shouted It sounds, see if it should be?"
"you!!!"
Dongfang Mingyue's face flushed with anger, and the flowers trembling.
She never expected that Ye Fan would openly play a rogue.
But at this moment, she didn't have any magical weapons to take advantage of. The Yaoguang sword was broken, and the immortal rope was also taken away. With bare hands, where could he beat Ye Fan?
However, the young Tianjiao in the audience couldn't stand it anymore and shouted:
"Mask, you have to be shameless!"
"Shameless! Too shameless!"
"Which kind of fairy is this guy, he is terrifying in strength, but his acting style is so uninhibited, he looks like a man in a magic door!"
"Huh... it is probably because of this that he deliberately wore a mask! Otherwise, if someone knows his identity, it is estimated that even the ancestral grave will have to be shaved off!"
...
Hearing these words, Ye Fan turned his head, his piercing gaze cut out like a sharp blade, and he scanned the audience.
"boom!"
An aura of condensed substance, centered on his body, rushed in all directions, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point, and the ground was covered with a layer of frost.
The voices of those warriors stopped abruptly, their hairs stood up, and their bodies were tight, as if they were being stared at by some terrifying beast, a coolness poured from the soles of their feet to the heavenly spirit cover, almost freezing their blood and soul.
At this moment, Ye Fan held his head high, a heroic breath erupted from his body, and said proudly:
"Just know that the audience is forced, what kind of hero is? If anyone refuses, he can come up and sign with me! If anyone can beat me, who will belong to this bundle of fairy ropes!"
As soon as this remark came out, the young Tianjiao who had verbally criticized Ye Fan suddenly became dumb, completely counseled, and didn't even dare to fart.
These young arrogances, although their strength and self-esteem are very high, but Ye Fan in front of them is a peerless man!
The second and third strongest in the Qianlong rankings have lost one after another in his hands.
Even Dongfang Mingyue, a descendant of the Sejong Sect, was embarrassed and defeated.
Such a powerful strength, among the same age, can be called invincible!
Even the martial arts masters of the older generation may not be his opponents.
The situation is stronger than people, and I have to bow my head.
All of a sudden, many young warriors seemed to be poured cold water, their heads downcast, like a rooster that was defeated in a fight, they didn't dare to look at Ye Fan at all.
But Ye Fan completely ignored the opposite Dongfang Mingyue and walked down the ring.
He turned around, looked at the tens of thousands of spiritual stones piled up into the mountains not far away, and said: "Feihong, these spiritual stones, you will take them back!"
When Guan Feihong heard the words, he moved in three steps in two steps, his face was full of unstoppable smiles, he owed himself to himself, and said respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Bai!"
Suddenly, from the corner of Ye Fan's eyes, he caught sight of a sneaky figure in the crowd, who was sneaking into the distance.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, sketching out a grim smile, and said sharply:
"Elder Zhang, why are you walking in such a hurry? If I remember correctly, let's have a bet before! That one million Lingshi debt, I don't know when you will pay it back?"