Urban Madness

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Although Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, it exploded in the ears of everyone in the field like a nine-day thunder.

For a moment, everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, dumbfounded, and looked at him with incredible eyes, as if there was an auditory hallucination.

They never expected that Ye Fan would dare to speak wildly when facing "Little Sword Saint" Xiang Haoxuan!

What was even more shocking was that when he spoke, his tone was very flat, as if he was saying something for granted, without even putting Xiang Haoxuan in his eyes.

With Xiang Haoxuan's identity and strength, anyone among his peers would be extremely respectful when they saw him. Now that he heard Ye Fan's words, he couldn't help being furious, and took a step forward suddenly, with a divine sword blooming in his eyes. With a sharp light like a sheath, he scolded:

"Boy, you dare to be disrespectful to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiang Haoxuan straightened his chest abruptly, his body like a spear that pierced the blue sky, with a substantive aura, quickly spreading in all directions with him as the center.

The people around only felt heartbroken, as if being crushed by a boulder, they were almost out of breath.

However, Ye Fan, who was in the middle of the storm, looked as usual and calm, as if he hadn't been affected in any way. There was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he wrote lightly:

"Xiang Haoxuan, do you want to be more nosy? Don't weigh your own skills!"

"Huh... what a big tone!"

Xiang Haoxuan never expected that someone in Taiyimen would talk to him like this.

He hurriedly smiled and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! You ask me what I am capable of? Then I will tell you, I practiced swords at the age of six, and studied under the head of Taiyi Chongxu! At the age of sixteen, I was promoted to the seventh stage realm. , Became the youngest seventh-rank martial artist in Taiyimen for hundreds of years!

Now twenty-five years old, he is the peak martial artist of the Ninth Rank, and among his peers, he rarely meets opponents! You said, I am not qualified to manage this matter? "

Hearing these words, Ye Fan slowly shook his head and said with awe-inspiring eyes: "Does this alone make you so arrogant? Ha ha... If your master Chongxu is here, you can still make gestures with me. ! But you are not qualified enough!"

"boom!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves.

Everyone in the venue seemed to be petrified, dumbfounded, standing still unable to move.

This kid in front of him actually compares himself with Real Chongxu!

Could it be that... Does he claim to be a great master?

At this time, Xiang Haoxuan squinted his eyes, a sharp light burst into his eyes, and he said every word: "The brat who doesn't know the height of the sky, dare to challenge me again and again, then you dare to compete with me. , A showdown?"

With that said, Xiang Haoxuan put on an attacking posture, his whole body tensed, ready to go, as if the sharp arrow that was about to leave the string, he was about to fight at any time.

For a time, the atmosphere in the court was tense and tense.

The people watching the excitement around, for fear of being affected, subconsciously stepped back tens of meters, and a vacuum field appeared instantly.

On the other side, Jiang Yunfei looked at Ye Fan's eyes, but it was extremely cold, as if looking at a dead person!

At the beginning, he just wanted Xiang Haoxuan to come forward and help himself.

But he did not expect that Ye Fan was so "dead" that he offended Xiang Haoxuan and made him furious.

Jiang Yunfei knew that Xiang Haoxuan's strength was invincible among his peers.

He has absolute confidence in Xiang Haoxuan, as long as Xiang Haoxuan makes a move, he will definitely be able to kill Ye Fan with thunder!

...

Feeling the battle intent on Xiang Haoxuan's body, Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. He stood with his hand in his hand, and said indifferently: "Since you are irresponsible and want to find death, then I will fulfill you!"

Seeing that a big battle was about to unfold, Yu Zihong, who had been silent before, suddenly leaned to Ye Fan's side and whispered:

"Zong Master Ye, if you must make a move, please be merciful and don't take your life! This Haoxuan, after all, is a disciple of Real Person Chongxu. If the blood is splashed on the spot, it will be troublesome!"

Although Yu Zihong lowered his voice, the audience was silent at the moment, and his words still seemed extremely abrupt.

These words, he was sincere, but when they fell in the ears of everyone around, especially Xiang Haoxuan, they seemed extremely harsh!

Are you kidding me?

Since Xiang Haoxuan's debut, he is the only one who abused others and has not yet failed.

But now, Yu Zihong was worried that he would be killed by Ye Fan. How could this make Xiang Haoxuan, who had always been arrogant, able to bear it?

At the next moment, Xiang Haoxuan's eyes were about to split, and his momentum reached its peak. The clothes on his body were windless and automatic, as if a shot would be a killer blow.

Suddenly, a Taiyi Sect disciple walked in from the entrance of the auction venue. He happened to see the confrontation between Xiang Haoxuan and Ye Fan. His pupils shrank suddenly and shouted inconceivably:

"Wait! Brother Xiang, be careful, don't fight that ‘pervert’!"

"what?"

Hearing this exclamation, Xiang Haoxuan frowned, and the momentum he had originally raised to the peak was stagnant. He turned to follow the voice and asked in a deep voice, "Li Xiang, what did you say?"

That Taiyi Sect disciple named "Li Xiang" was the one who made trouble at the gate of the dojo before and took him to try the sword stone!

At this moment, Li Xiang approached Xiang Haoxuan in two steps in three steps and pointed to Ye Fan in a low voice: "Brother Xiang, who was outside just now, that guy, blasted the'testing sword stone' into hundreds with one palm. Piece!"

"Nonsense!"

Xiang Haoxuan looked disbelief, and said with a stern face: "Li Xiang, you dare to make up and spread rumors! The sword test stone, even the master can barely leave a shallow trace on it. How can they be broken by others?!"

"Brother Xiang, I really didn't lie to you!"

Li Xiang repeatedly said: "If you don't believe it, you can go and see with your own eyes!"

Xiang Haoxuan heard the words, his face was uncertain, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, his eyes drenched and said: "Huh...Li Xiang, what benefit did that kid give you, how dare you help him? Say, are you? Are you going to disengage me and fight for him to escape?"

As soon as this remark came out, Li Xiang only felt that he could not argue with a hundred words, and did not know how to explain it.

"Peng!"

At this moment, Xiang Haoxuan pushed Li Xiang away abruptly, then looked at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay brat, in our Taiyi Sect, there is still your internal response. It seems that you are ill-intentioned, and you don't know what conspiracy you are planning! Today, I will take you down first, tortured, and then clear the door!"

As he said, Xiang Haoxuan did not hesitate, his muscles and bones thundered, and there was a crackling sound on his body.

After that, his body was like a cannonball, soaring into the sky, squeezing his right fist, and smashing towards Ye Fan's front door.

...

Although Xiang Haoxuan is known as the "Little Sword Saint" and is a master of kendo, in his opinion, with his own strength, he does not need to draw his sword at all to deal with a small Ye Fan!

This punch, like a rainbow, condensed his martial arts will, and there were bursts of harsh sonic booms in the air.

If he is hit, even if Ye Fan is not dead, he will probably split his skull and become completely useless!

"hiss!"

Seeing this terrifying punch, many people around took a breath of air, and exclaimed: "It's too powerful, is this the power of Little Sword Saint Xiang Haoxuan?"

However, when Ye Fan saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing a disdainful smile, as if he did not put Xiang Haoxuan in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan raised his right palm and patted it lightly.

"Huh... ridiculous! At such a slow speed, you want to hit me too?!" Xiang Haoxuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and his iron fist was almost three-pointer.

But the next moment, he trembled all over, and felt a terrifying breath for no reason, pressing it over him.

Ye Fan in front of him, his aura changed in an instant, as if he turned into a demon **** who killed the world.

And Ye Fan's big hand raised suddenly accelerated, as if the sky was collapsing, pressing against his face.

"Snapped!"

A shocking applause resounded throughout the audience.

Xiang Haoxuan's iron fist did not hit Ye Fan at all, but was the first to be hit by Ye Fan's slap.

Almost at the same time, his left cheek was sunken, his burly body seemed to be hit by a high-speed train, and he flew out with a "swish".

The big brother of Taiyimen, Xiang Haoxuan, who is known as the "Little Sword Saint", was slapped lightly by Ye Fan and flew out!

For a time, the audience was dead!