My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 522 You Have No Face With Me

"Too much nonsense, let me see the truth."

"Okay, today I will teach you how to be a trash."

Duan Jing stepped back, ready to go, his whole body was like a bow full of arrows.

"Sky-shattering thunder and decisive decision."

There were traces of thunder and lightning mixed in the shadow of the endless fist, and the meteor-like figure blocked all Ye Fan's escape routes.

At this time, Ye Fan only had fist shadows in his eyes.

He had just practiced the Long Fold Fist, so he naturally wanted to try its power.

The spiritual energy circulated crazily in his body, and he shouted loudly at the shadow of the fist.

"Dragon Fist!"

Several auras are like six flood dragons, fighting against the fist shadow,

"Clap!"

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, but Ye Fan withstood Duan Yanzhen's full blow.

One must know that the Heaven Breaking Thunder Art is the master skill of the vice president Bai Wuya, the power of thunder and lightning is unstoppable.

Duan Yanzheng had already achieved a small achievement in cultivation, but was resisted by Ye Fan, a nobody.

"Hehe, you're not bad! But you're still far behind, take my next move."

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

"How fucking bragging! I only used [-]% of my strength to be on par with you. If I use all my strength, I can beat you to a corpse with one move."

"Damn it, I think you are better at bragging!"

Duan Yanzheng thinks that he has a certain status in the world of pretense.

But I didn't expect that compared with Ye Fan, he is a younger brother.

It can't beat others at all.

Since words can't compare, let's take it seriously.

Next, the entire martial arts arena was like a huge vortex, and everyone's clothes would move automatically without wind.

"Heaven-shattering and Thunderous Judgment, Seventh Level"

Uh……

Ye Fan was startled.

I didn't expect him to hide his strength, which seemed interesting.

The two faced each other, and Ye Fan's huge strength exploded.

"Bang bang bang!"

A few crisp sounds broke the calm.

Duan Zheng's fists were broken step by step, and then there was a sound of pain like killing a pig.

After one move, he half-kneeled on the stage, his face full of pain.

And Ye Fan is like a god of war, standing still, overlooking all living beings.

"Duan is rigorous, the so-called death will not die!"

"Your actions today make me very businesslike, so the consequences will be very serious."

"I decided—to kill you!"

Comes like the voice of the judge.

A fear of death instantly surrounded Duan Yanjing.

Beads of sweat mixed with blood left from his forehead, which was extremely frightening.

"Hehe, do you dare to kill me? My master is Bai Wuya, with him around, no one in the Martial Artists Association can do anything to me!"

"Really? Then I'm going to make an exception today!"

"Tell you, it's useless even if your master comes."

Ye Fan is about to kill him.

He wanted to turn Duan Yanzhen into a living dead. Anyway, they said "fist and feet have no eyes", he just hit a little harder, who can say anything.

"Ye Fan, don't hurt my disciple's life!"

Bai Wuya caught Ye Fan's fatal punch.

Then he threw out his palm and repelled the furious Ye Fan.

Seeing that one blow failed, Ye Fan prepared to continue with the next blow.

And right now.

A strange middle-aged man appeared on the competition stage.

With a livid face, he said coldly: "Enough, let's stop today's farce."

Everyone expressed awe when they saw the middle-aged man, and didn't say too much.

Only Ye Fan.

He frowned.

"Which onion are you, get out, don't disturb me to kill."

"Me? You don't know me?"

The middle-aged man pointed at himself in surprise, unable to believe it.

Ye Fan was a little impatient: "Are you Jay Chou, or Jay Shuang? Why do I have to know you?"

Hearing such arrogant words, the middle-aged man smiled wryly.

"Xiao Fan, I am the president of the Martial Artists Association—Wang Muzhai."

Originally, he didn't want to come out.

After all, he doesn't like Duan's rigorous arrogance, and he wants Ye Fan to punish him.

But when Bai Wuya showed up, he had to show up.

If it hurts Ye Fan, the Martial Artists Association will lose a good seedling.

"President? So what? On the martial arts arena, fists and feet have no eyes. I haven't finished fighting yet. What's the matter with you coming out?"

"Don't stop me, let me finish the game."

Ye Fan rushed over again.

Bai Wuya took a step back subconsciously.

Last time he felt that Ye Fanqiang was outrageous, and this time the feeling was even stronger than last time.

Let him really fight Ye Fan, to be honest, he is a bit hypocritical.

Wang Muzhai could only continue to block, and felt that his face was dull.

He whispered: "Xiaofan, I am the president after all, please give me some face."

Ye Fan shook his head: "I can't give it. My friend was seriously injured by him. If I don't abolish him today, I will not be able to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"This……"

Wang Muzhai moved his eyes and said again.

"Just be a tearful one to save face? I know you two are classmates."

"When he comes back next time, I'll let him find you, how about that?"

Others do not work.

But the word Wang Xicong is easy to use.

Ye Fan slapped his head and almost forgot.

The middle-aged man in front of him is Wang Shicong's relative.

Was it a little disrespectful just now?

Ye Fan asked himself, it seems that it is.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry! I was just too angry just now."

"Okay, then I will give you a face today and stop messing with him. I will do it again when I have a chance next time."

"But let me tell you in advance that Duan Yanzheng is bound to be abolished, and it's useless to plead for mercy."

Wang Muzhai knew that he couldn't go too far, so he nodded silently.

"Okay, as long as it's not now, you can make trouble as you like, and I will take care of you when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you uncle."

Immediately, Ye Fan stepped down and left silently with Sun Shiyin and a few students.

The audience was silent.

Shocked beyond words.

Who would have thought that such a little-known teacher would be so strict that he would be powerless to fight back.

And judging by his posture, if Bai Wuya and Wang Muzhai don't come out, he will be abolished.

What a ruthless person.

It seems that they can't mess with the people of their team in the future.

Duan Yanzheng was already drenched with sweat.

Terrified.

"Master, thank you for saving me!"

Bai Wuya sighed heavily.

"Hey, I told you before that there is a knife on Sezi's head, why didn't you listen?"

"This time the matter is over, I hope you can take care of yourself."

"Also, from today onwards, you and I, the master and the apprentice, will have no friendship, so you can go out on your own."

Saying that, Bai Wuya left in public without the slightest nostalgia.

How clever he has lived to such an advanced age.

Knowing that Ye Fan can't afford to mess with him, he simply cut off this relationship to save trouble in the future.

And Ye Fan also saved his granddaughter.

No matter how you look at it, he couldn't be stricter anymore.

"Master... don't..."

But no matter how he shouted.

Bai Wuya didn't look back.

"Precise, let's do it for ourselves in the future!"

There was a hint of farewell in Wang Muzhai's eyes, as if he knew that this was the last time he saw him.

(End of this chapter)