Although Yang Baichuan made Ye Fan disappointed, he and Yang Baichuan had no grievances and no grudges.
Therefore, Ye Fan prepared to leave the banquet hall quietly.
However, his deliberately lowered voice still fell into the ears of those next to him.
Just a few steps away, someone rushed over and said unceremoniously:
"Presumptuous! How dare to insult Master!"
Ye Fan looked up and found that it was Song Qingyun, Yang Baichuan's closed disciple, who stopped him.
At this moment, Song Qingyun looked sullen, her eyebrows were full of evil spirits, and her eyes flashed with a bitter light, like an unsheathed sword stab Ye Fan, arrogantly said:
"Huh...you don't know how high the sky is, don't you look down on my master? With the strength of my master, you can easily crush you to death with just a touch of a little finger!"
Ye Fan heard this, but there was still no wave on his face, completely ignoring Song Qingyun, and proceeded to walk outside.
Just as elephants don't care about ants' mockery and lions don't care about sheep's provocations, Ye Fan naturally doesn't bother to care about Song Qingyun, which would lower his grade.
Seeing Ye Fan's indifferent appearance, Song Qingyun's forehead blue veins throbbed, as if he had been greatly insulted.
"Smelly boy, stop for me!"
He shouted, and at the same time shot out like lightning, and grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder.
In this move, there is a huge amount of anger, and if an ordinary person is hit, the shoulder blades may be cracked.
However, Ye Fan looked like his eyes opened behind his head, his body twisted, and he was able to escape Song Qingyun's sneak attack.
...
"what?"
Seeing this scene, Song Qingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, shocked in her heart.
Just now, even though he didn't use his full strength, ordinary people couldn't avoid it even if they saw his attack, let alone Ye Fan's back to him!
"Huh... I turned out to be a practicing family, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant! But don't think you can underestimate the heroes of the world if you practice some kung fu!"
Song Qingyun sneered, swept her figure, and rushed to Ye Fan again to block his way.
The movement here also attracted the attention of many people in the field.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
For a while, countless eyes fell on Ye Fan, pushing him to the cusp of the storm.
At this moment, Song Qingyun half-squinted her eyes, a sharp aura came out, pressed towards Ye Fan, and said sharply:
"Grandmaster, don't insult! Boy, you dare to insult my master, if you don't give me an explanation, you will never want to leave this banquet hall for half a step today!"
His voice pierced the golden cracked stone, high-pitched and sharp, and anyone could feel the murderous aura.
Chivalrous people are forbidden by martial arts, and the powerful in the realm of masters, martial arts and spirits, have long been free from secular laws.
As long as the killing is not in full view and someone offends the master in private, even if he is killed on the spot, he can only admit himself to be unlucky!
"Step! Step! Step!"
At this time, a noisy footstep came.
Headed by Yang Baichuan, a group of big names from the Huahai martial arts world came over.
"Qingyun, what happened here?" Yang Baichuan asked in a deep voice.
Song Qingyun heard this and pointed at Ye Fan and said loudly, "Master, when you were performing martial arts just now, this kid dared to slander your reputation, saying that your kung fu is inexorable and defeated. !"
As soon as he said this, Yang Baichuan frowned and his face instantly turned pale.
The temperature in the arena seemed to drop to freezing point, and the atmosphere became tense and tense.
However, at this moment, Ye Fan still did not change his face, held his head high, and said neither humble nor humble:
"I'm just telling the truth!"
...
"boom!"
This sentence is like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
Everyone had never expected that in front of Yang Baichuan, instead of having any intention of repenting and apologizing, Ye Fan became even more aggressive.
What is even more incredible is that his understatement, without the slightest turbulence, is like stating objective facts.
As if in his eyes, Yang Baichuan was really an ant-like existence, vulnerable.
"Vertical arrogant!"
Song Qingyun roared like an angry lion, his eyes were splitting, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.
As a closed disciple of Yang Baichuan, Song Qingyun has always respected his master as a god, how can he allow others to be so defiled?
The other warriors in the field also glared at Ye Fan, verbally criticizing them:
"Huh... where's the brat, how dare you speak up here and disrespect Grandmaster Yang?"
"This kind of clown, probably wants to use this method to sensationalize!"
"You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately! If you dare to offend Master Yang, it's almost death!"
Hearing these cynicisms, Ye Fan looked like he was insulted, standing with his hand holding his hand, his eyes passed over Song Qingyun in front of him, and looked directly at Yang Baichuan in the distance.
In the beginning, Ye Fan didn't want to make things big, but Song Qingyun and others were aggressive, provoking him again and again!
The mud bodhisattva still has a three-point temper!
Although Ye Fan is not a picker, he is definitely not afraid of things.
What's more, an early master of the Yellow Realm couldn't get into his eyes!
As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan's sharp gaze cut out like a sharp blade, sweeping towards everyone in the court, and said coldly:
"Huh... Am I wrong? What Grandmaster Yang, what he practiced is nothing more than and embroidering his legs, which has tainted the Chinese magic of Tai Chi! Or let him come and fight with me to see who is strong and weak! "
"Vertical arrogant!"
Song Qingyun shouted again, with a blazing flame in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, just because you want to challenge my master? I can beat you to the ground to find teeth!"
"you?"
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, stretched out his right index finger and shook it, jokingly said:
"You don't deserve to be my opponent!"
...
This sentence stimulated Song Qingyun's self-esteem even more, and made him completely lose his mind.
"Since ancient times, Wen hasn't been the first, Wu Wu's is the second! If I am your opponent, I only know if I have played!"
As soon as the voice fell, Song Qingyun stretched out, and there was a crackling sound from all over his body, like firecrackers.
The next moment, his figure shot out like an arrow from the string, with a force of destruction, his right fist smashed towards Ye Fan's door.
With this punch, Song Qingyun used 12% of his strength and contained his lifelong martial arts will, vowing to make Ye Fan pay the price of blood!
The surrounding air seemed to be drained, let alone a mortal body, even if it was a steel plate, it would be beaten through.
Seeing this, the martial artist watching by the side could not help but praise:
"Tsk tusk...deserves to be Master Yang's high apprentice, moving like a bow, blowing like thunder, and terrifying!"
"That's right! This punch alone has beaten ninety percent of our young warriors in Huahai!"
"Huh...that kid is going to suffer! If he is beaten upright, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die!"
Hearing this upside-down public opinion, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and a narrow smile appeared in his eyes. He didn't move, still standing with his hands behind him.
But in Song Qingyun's eyes, he thought Ye Fan was scared and stupid, and he had no time to react.
Just when he thought he had a chance to win, his elbows and armpits were transformed, and the sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's momentum changed drastically!
It was like a carp playing in the water. It suddenly faded away from the scales of the whole body and turned into a dragon soaring above nine days, revealing its majestic minions.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan also raised his right fist and slowly pushed forward.
The speed is not so fast, just like the old man in the park in the morning doing Tai Chi.
However, Song Qingyun's hairs stood up all over, and an ominous premonition rose.
He even had an illusion that even a mountain would be penetrated by a big hole under Ye Fan's fist.
At the moment of the moment, he wanted to close his fist and escape, but the arrow was already on the string and he had to send it.
"Peng!"
The right fists of the two collided in midair.
Song Qingyun only felt that a powerful and wild power came from Ye Fan's fist.
Immediately afterwards, his right fist burst into pieces, dripping with blood and bones, and his burly body was like a kite with a broken line. He was knocked for more than ten meters and hit several onlookers before he crashed to the ground.
One punch, defeat the enemy!
