Urban Madness

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Nail clippers? !

It took more than half a minute for Yang Baichuan to react, and Ye Fan in front of him compared the Qiushui Sword to a nail clipper, and it was still that kind of blunt knife!

Such a metaphor is a great insult to him.

However, at this moment, there was no flame in Yang Baichuan's eyes. Instead, it was as if someone was pouring cold water on his head, and his vest was soaked in cold sweat.

Of course, he knows best about his own strength.

The move just now, "Wind and Cloud", brought together 12% of his inner strength.

The power of a sword, let alone a mortal body, even a tank can smash it, but now, it cannot leave any marks on Ye Fan's nails.

At the next moment, Yang Baichuan seemed to not believe in evil, and again swung his sword and stabbed Ye Fan.

"rub!"

The sharp Qiu Shui sword tore through the sky, undiminished in power, and the dazzling sword light carried the force of destruction and decay, and slashed forward.

Seeing this, Ye Fan slowly raised his right hand and used the nail of his index finger to confront the enemy.

That understatement, as if facing the extraordinary sharp Qiushui sword, but as if he was swatting flies.

"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!"

In midair, sparks shot in all directions, and a series of harsh collisions sounded.

In just a dozen seconds, Yang Baichuan hacked out hundreds of swords, but Ye Fan's fingernails were still unscathed!

On the contrary, the counter-shock force from the sword blade shattered the mouth of Yang Baichuan's left hand holding the sword, and red blood gurgled out.

"Don't do unnecessary struggles! Yang Baichuan, don't you understand?"

At this moment, Ye Fan opened his mouth and said: "The absolute strength gap between you and me cannot be made up by moves or weapons! Even if I stand still and let you fight, you can't cause me any harm!"

...

Although Ye Fan's voice didn't sound, it exploded in the ears of everyone in the venue like a thunder.

His unwavering tone seemed to be explaining some facts.

Yang Baichuan looked at Ye Fan from a distance, shuddering involuntarily, and felt his weakness for the first time in his life, like an ant facing the heaven and earth.

He even had an illusion--

Ye Fan in front of him seemed to be a high emperor!

Sweep the wasteland, look over the world, look down upon the world, no one can rival!

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible.

Feeling the breath revealed by Ye Fan, everyone was impressed.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan walked towards Yang Baichuan step by step.

The sound of footsteps in this silent banquet hall was particularly abrupt, pulsing on the chest like a war drum, making people surge in blood.

When he reached Yang Baichuan three meters in front of him, Ye Fan stood still and raised his chin slightly, but with an irresistible will in his tone, he said:

"Yang Baichuan, I said before that your kung fu is insignificant and defeated, and it doesn't make sense! Now, are you convinced?"

Yang Baichuan's face changed dramatically when he heard the words.

If he admits on the spot and admits that his kung fu is embroidered pillows, I am afraid he will no longer be in the martial arts world.

When others mention him in the future, there will be only ridicule and disdain, but no respect.

However, facing Ye Fan's strength, he didn't have any way to deal with it.

Seeing his hesitant appearance, Ye Fan's eyes drenched, and his voice sounded like thunder:

"Hmph... if you don't accept it, I will fight until you do!"

As soon as the voice fell, a substantive terror pressure, centered on Ye Fan's body, surged towards Yang Baichuan from all directions.

"boom!"

For a while, Yang Baichuan suffered a great deal, and only felt as if there was a mountain pressing on him, even his breathing was stagnant.

The next moment, his eyes darkened, as if he had been hollowed out of his energy. He was more than ten years old in an instant, and his left hand was loose. He only heard the sound of "Kang Dang," and he couldn't even hold the Qiushui sword!

"Serve... Take it! The old man took it! Your Excellency is superb, the old man sighs!"

As he said, Yang Baichuan actually softened his knees and knelt down in front of Ye Fan with a "plop", without any hostility, as docile as a little sheep.

...

Seeing this scene, the other warriors around looked dumbfounded, and couldn't believe their eyes!

You know, Yang Baichuan is a generation of Tai Chi masters and masters.

But now, he is like a young man who is under twenty years old, bowing his head and proclaiming his minister, bowing down to his knees.

If this news comes out, I am afraid that the entire Huadong Buddhism world will be shocked!

Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Fan at the same time, their eyes full of scorching heat.

To them, Ye Fan's strength just shown was like a god, unmatched.

More importantly, he is just a young man under twenty. If a few years pass, why will he grow up to be a powerful existence?

I am afraid that in the entire China, there are few people who can compare it!

Because of this, many martial arts legends are all about to move around, wanting to come over.

Perceiving this subtle change in atmosphere, Ye Fan frowned and didn't give them this opportunity at all.

He turned around, beckoned to Ling Ao in the distance, and said lightly:

"Ling Ao, let's go!"

As soon as he said this, Ling Ao, who had been in shock all the time, came back to his senses, leaned to Ye Fan's side in three and two steps, and walked out of the banquet hall with him.

After the matter is gone, you will hide your merit and fame!

Looking at the figures of the two slowly disappearing, the warriors felt regretful in their hearts, secretly saying that they could not grasp the opportunity, but they did not dare to step forward to disturb Ye Fan.

...

Half an hour later, Ling Ao drove the Land Rover Range Rover to the Greentown Rose Garden Villa.

Ye Fan got out of the car and was about to walk into Xiao Yunrong's house, but Ling Ao's shout came from behind:

"Ye Shao, wait!"

Ye Fan looked back and found that Ling Ao suddenly weakened his knees and knelt down in front of him without hesitation, and at the same time said loudly:

"I heard about it, Xi can die! Ye Shao, I saw your kung fu today, and I know what a real powerhouse is! The so-called masters outside cannot be compared with you! Please accept me as a disciple, otherwise I will kneel here!"

Ling Ao's voice was categorical, without any joking.

With his persistent and firm character, if Ye Fan didn't agree, he would really kneel to the ground!

After the turmoil at the martial arts exchange meeting just now, Ling Ao finally realized that Ye Fannai was a real hidden master.

Although their Ling family was extraordinary, at most they could only get in touch with a master like Yang Baichuan who had a "no name", this was definitely not what Ling Ao was looking for.

In his opinion, only by worshiping Ye Fan's door can it be possible to learn the "real" Kung Fu!

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, once missed, will never come again!

Looking at Ling Ao who was kneeling on the ground, Ye Fan frowned slightly in surprise, and then fell into contemplation.

Not everyone can worship the Sejong Gate like Dongfang Mingyue!

Nowadays, Chinese martial arts studies are declining, coupled with the fact that all the martial arts cherish themselves, the situation is getting worse and worse, and even embroidered pillows like Yang Baichuan can be respected as gods.

If this trend continues, it may not take many years before Huaxia Kungfu will completely decline.

However, Ling Ao was a martial artist, and coupled with his perseverance, if he was advised by a famous teacher, he might not be able to become a real powerhouse!

Thinking of this, Ye Fan looked at Ling Ao and said, "I won't accept you as a disciple!"

As soon as he said this, Ling Ao's eyes darkened, but he still knelt on the spot, motionless.

"but……"

Suddenly, Ye Fan's conversation changed, and he continued: "I have a technique here that I can teach you! But how much you can understand depends on your own good fortune!"

When Ling Ao heard the words, his eyes lit up, his face was full of uncontrollable joy, and he said loudly, "Thank you Ye Shao for passing on the power!"

Next, Ye Fan taught Ling Ao the formulas of "Four Spirits God Jue".

Although in the world of cultivating immortals, "Four Spirits God Technique" is not a clever technique, but in China, it can make countless powerful people go crazy.

After getting the formula, Ling Ao was like a treasure, thank you so much, and wished to start practicing immediately.

The master leads the door, and the practice is personal!

The reason why Ye Fan passed on the practice was just because he couldn't bear Ling Ao to go astray and delayed his extraordinary talent. As for whether he could practice it, it was not about Ye Fan's business.

Immediately after saying goodbye to Ling Ao, Ye Fan turned and walked into the Xiao family villa.