Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

"Hmph, you are too arrogant!"

Seeing this, the grand master became even more angry.Their Iron Fist Sect relied on a pair of iron fists to conquer the world, but they did not expect that they would be so underestimated today.

Gathering his fists with vigor, he leaped like a berserk gorilla, and punched Chen Yifan's head.

The wind of the palm whizzed, and the wind of the fist exploded. Just like this, they collided together in mid-air, and a huge roar erupted.

boom!Blood fell from the air like rain and fog, and everyone saw that the Grandmaster of Iron Fist Sect had a bloody arm and his body fell from the air like duckweed.

"This! How is this possible!"

Feeling the severe pain from his arm, the grand master's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

As a master of transformation, his use of vigor is beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention that with the help of this black iron mangcheng fist, even a bull can be easily blown away.

But Chen Yifan didn't even meet him, and just waved his hand lightly, and shattered one of his arms. This kind of power is really too terrifying.

Before he could calm down, he saw Chen Yifan raise his hand again and slap it down.

The hairs of this Grandmaster's body were bursting, how could he dare to stay here for a while, and turned around to run away.

It's a pity that his reaction was a little slow.

A violent sound came from his body, and a blood-colored mist instantly diffused. The parts below the head of this grandmaster turned into blood mist, spreading towards the surroundings.

Only waiting for the head with wide-eyed Chu to fall from the sky, everyone recovered from the shock for a while, but their bodies were still trembling unconsciously.

With just one palm, this great master turned into a puddle of blood mist. This power and means are like a nightmare.

In the blood-colored mist, everyone saw a figure slowly turn around, with one hand behind his back, and his right hand lightly punched forward.

Rumble!
The fist, which looks so light, seems to obliterate everything in this world, like the sound of a train passing by, with a golden fist across the sky, blowing away all the blood mist, towards the people of Iron Fist Sect Smash it over.

There were not too many words, and even a scream was not heard. Everyone only saw the direction of the Iron Fist Gate, as if a meat shredder had been run over, and a bloody road appeared in an instant, pulling away towards the distance.

The pungent smell of blood made people almost vomit, and when they finally could bear the stench, they came back to their senses in a daze.

The dozen or so disciples of Iron Fist Sect were all smashed into pieces.

hiss!Among the crowd, only the sound of gasping for air could be heard. They are really a little scared now.

Everyone stepped back cautiously. This place seemed to be a real purgatory on earth, and people dared not approach it.

Especially those people from various small forces, they had already scolded Ming Wuzong and the people from the Gu poison village in their hearts. Didn't these bastards just now be sure that Chen Yifan would definitely compromise?
This shit is called a compromise?Without further ado, let's just kill the Iron Fist Gate!If this is also called compromise, then they really don't know what non-compromise is.

Slap!Just as everyone was retreating back again and again, the sound of crisp footsteps spread all over the place, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when they heard the footsteps, the figure that had been retreating back suddenly froze in place.Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

Then he saw that Chen Yifan was walking slowly step by step, not paying attention to the eyes of everyone, just like walking in the garden, he came to the people of Ming Wuzong.

Everyone in Ming Wuzong felt a cold air rising from the soles of their feet, and almost cried. There are so many people here, why did they find Ming Wuzong to come.

"Which sect do you guys belong to?"

The light and fluttering voice, like the questioning of the god of death, made everyone in Ming Wuzong pale.

Ming Wu Zong Shao advocated Dingtian, and his body was trembling non-stop. It was difficult to open his mouth when he wanted to answer Chen Yifan's words.

The muscles all over his body were shaking constantly, almost like convulsions.

Only the master behind him could calm down a little bit, and hurried forward, clasping his fists and saying.

"Senior, we belong to Ming Wuzong."

"Oh, so it's Ming Wuzong." Chen Yifan nodded slightly as if he had suddenly realized.

Um?Seeing Chen Yifan's stern words, Zhang Dingtian's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that this ruthless man is still familiar with his sect?
In an instant, his body stopped trembling, and he only felt that his heart was full of hope.

"Dare to ask senior, but is there an old friend of any elder in the sect?" The master also had some expectations, and hurriedly continued to ask.

"Oh, I never heard of you."

Chen Yifan's understatement almost caused everyone to vomit blood and die, especially this Grandmaster, the smile on his face is uglier than crying at the moment, since you don't know him, why do you still ask us.

Zhang Dingtian even felt that his mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, and he almost passed out.

"Although I don't know who you are, you should just treat yourself as dead people right now." Chen Yifan raised his hand slightly, wanting to slap him.

In the eyes of everyone in Ming Wuzong, there was only endless despair. With this slap, they had no chance of surviving.

Um?At this desperate moment, Chen Yifan suddenly frowned slightly, turned his head slowly, and stared at a man quietly retreating behind the crowd.

Whoosh!The bloody silk thread burst out from his hand, winding towards the figure.

Qian Jiang, the young master of the Black Witch Sect, was on Bird Island half a year ago. Chen Yifan thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to see him here.

He hid behind the crowd and covered his face with a mask, but how could Chen Yifan forget his figure.The bloody silk thread flew out, restraining Qian Jiang's figure and pulling him towards him.

"It's none of my business, I don't know anything."

His body was flying in mid-air, and Qian Jiang screamed in pain. His body was struggling constantly, but he could only watch helplessly as he continued to fly towards Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan's eyes were cold, his right fingers twitched slightly, and blood-colored threads were entangled, pulling him in front of him.

Without saying anything, Chen Yifan slapped his celestial cap.

Soul search!Qian Jiang had been frightened for a long time, and the memory fragments in his mind flooded into Chen Yifan's mind like a tide.