In the huge banquet hall, there was no sound, the needle dropped, and there was deathly silence.
Song Qingyun, who was still invincible before, was like a dead dog at this moment, limp to the ground, dying, and did not even have the strength to mourn.
Looking into the distance, his right fist and his entire arm were completely abolished, his bones shattered, blood and blood blurred, and he was shocking.
Such a serious injury, even if treated promptly afterwards, I am afraid it will not be able to return to a normal state, and the martial art realm will definitely be affected.
A martial arts genius has fallen!
However, all of this was so sudden, it all happened between lightning and fire.
After more than half a minute, everyone in the court reacted and couldn't help but breathe in cold air. His eyes were filled with horror, as if his heart was suffocated by a pair of invisible hands, almost suffocating.
You know, Song Qingyun is a closed disciple of Tai Chi Master Yang Baichuan, and he has done his best to tell the truth. The punch just now also showed his strength.
Most of the young warriors in the field asked themselves if they faced that punch, there would be no power to fight back!
However, such a powerful Song Qingyun was defeated by Ye Fan in just one face!
The scene that happened just now caused them an unprecedented visual impact and a shock to their hearts.
What's more important is that Ye Fan is still standing with his hands on his back at this moment, standing on the spot, without even moving his heels. His understatement is like slapping a fly to death.
Suddenly, a bold idea flashed in someone's mind--
Is it possible... Is this kid a legendary master?
However, the next moment, they threw this absurd idea out of their minds.
impossible!
Ye Fan looked like he was only seventeen or eight years old. No matter how talented he was at this age, he would be a rank six or seven martial artist, and he should have been famous for a long time!
For a while, countless eyes of shock, fear, curiosity, and fear all fell on him.
However, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to these gazes.
With that punch just now, he didn't use his internal strength at all, and he even reduced the power of the Heavenly Overlord Body.
Otherwise, if Song Qingyun does it with all his strength, Song Qingyun will not only be abandoned with an arm, I am afraid it will be turned into powder on the spot, and there will be no ashes left!
...
On the other side, Tai Chi Master Yang Baichuan's complexion was extremely gloomy, and a pair of eyes looked straight at Ye Fan.
The beating blue veins on his forehead, and the robe on his body were windless and undulating, revealing the monstrous anger in his heart!
Song Qingyun is not only his closed disciple, but also the son of a close friend of his. He has always regarded Song Qingyun as his own.
Now, Song Qingyun was seriously injured in front of him. How did this tell him to explain to that close friend?
However, Yang Baichuan is a grandmaster and martial arts master after all. If he goes off the court in person and goes to Ye Fan to find out, he will inevitably be suspected of "using the big to bully the small" and won't win!
At this moment, Yang Baichuan suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and whispered a few words to the Patriarch He Feifan.
He Feifan immediately understood, stretched out his hand to invite a young warrior, and ordered a few words to him.
Immediately afterwards, I saw that young warrior walked quickly to Ye Fan, his head held high, and the justice said awe-inspiringly:
"Boy, the martial arts study, the point is up! But today, you dare to hit Brother Qingyun hard, you are almost looking for death!"
"Noisy! Where's the wild dog, barking here!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Hearing Ye Fan comparing himself to a wild dog, the man was furious, gritted his teeth and said:
"Presumptuous! I am He Feiyang, a young man from the He family. You act so aggressively, don't you think Master Yang and our Huahai martial arts world are in your eyes?"
"a ha ha ha……"
Ye Fan heard this, as if he had heard a big joke, as if a burst of unscrupulous laughter, and continued:
"What Grandmaster Yang? What Huahai martial arts world? With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish!"
...
"boom!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a blockbuster hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves.
Whether it is a young and energetic warrior, or a long-time legend, after hearing what Ye Fan said, the anger in his heart was completely ignited, and his blood was about to boil.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy dared to provoke the entire Huahai martial arts world with his own power!
mad!
It's crazy!
It was the first time they saw such an arrogant person in so many years!
Suddenly, more than a dozen young martial artists rushed out and shouted:
"Boy, who do you think you are? The sword is extraordinary, or the sword saint Lu Qingshan?"
"Huh... don't think that if you win by fluke, you can underestimate the hero of the world!"
"Boy, immediately kneel down and apologize to everyone, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
The aura of the people overwhelmed Ye Fan and swallowed him like a storm.
However, seeing this scene, Ye Fan was still calm and composed, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the audience, and said lightly:
"Who else is not convinced, all stand up for me!"
As soon as the voice fell, a young warrior rushed out again and said loudly:
"The Eight Cannon Boxing King moved and refused to accept it!"
"Li Hu, the descendant of Xingyiquan, refuses to accept!"
"Shaolin lay disciple Zhao Han, don't accept it!"
In a moment, almost half of the young warriors in the field surrounded Ye Fan with more than 30 people.
For a time, the atmosphere in the court was tense and tense, as if the next moment would be a big fight.
"a ha ha ha……"
At this time, Ye Fan let out a heroic laugh: "You are not convinced, and I will deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction! It is just a group of mobs and chickens!"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan hooked his fingers provocatively at them, and his voice revealed an unparalleled and domineering aura:
"You guys, let's go together!"
...
"what?!"
Upon hearing these words, the young warriors in the Huahai martial arts world were shocked at first, as if they could not believe their ears.
Immediately afterwards, everyone had grim faces, cracked eyes, and their hair rooted up, as if they had received a great insult.
Those who were able to come to participate in this martial arts exchange meeting were the best of all sects and were regarded as the future heirs of the sects.
After a few years, if nothing happens, these people will become the masters of the sects, and they will be the mainstay of the Huahai martial arts world!
Two fists are hard to beat four hands!
With so many people working together, even a martial arts star like the Patriarch of the He family, I am afraid [the eighth district www.yeyin8.com] will easily lose out.
Even Yang Baichuan, a master of Tai Chi, is not sure of victory!
But now, the boy in front of him who hasn't even grown his hair dares to speak so loudly, saying that he wants to use his own strength to challenge the young powerhouses of the entire Huahai martial arts world. How can this make them accept it?
Even if they swarmed Admiral Ye Fan and smashed them, they would only win without fighting, and they would not be regarded as heroes!
However, if they are alone, Song Qingyun's fate just now is a lesson for them.
Because of this, these young warriors are caught in a dilemma. They don't know what to do. They don't advance or retreat, and they are in a deadlock.
Upon seeing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, his body was straight, his waist was like a sword piercing the sky, and he said loudly:
"Haha...what? Are you scared? In that case, let your elders from the sect also join you, and the so-called grandmaster Yang Baichuan! Even if 10,000 ants add up, they can't shake the elephant. To me, you are like ants!"
"presumptuous!"
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
There was another round of scolding in the field. Those young and energetic warriors only felt that the blood was surging, and they had broken through the limit of patience.
At this time, He Feiyang, the young man of the He family, turned around and said to everyone: "My colleagues, with such arrogant fanatics, there is no need to talk about the rules of the world, let's join hands to kill this dog!"
"Really!"
"Yes! Shao He is right!"
"Let's go together and kill this kid to avenge Master Yang's lover!"
For a time, the sentiment was excited and filled with indignation.
At this time, He Feiyang suddenly put his right hand on the hilt of the waist and drew his sword abruptly.
"Chang!"
A clear sword sound resounded through the audience.
Immediately afterwards, the long sword was unsheathed, and the polished sword light enveloped the audience, piercing Ye Fan's heart like a long rainbow through the sun.
