Urban Madness

When a hand in the night was directly inserted into the boulder, the people around had already opened their eyes in shock.

Xia Xi is so energetic, it is impossible to break the boulder directly.

However, with such a thin body of Ye Fan, he could easily break this huge boulder. How much power was needed to do it.

And right after, Ye Fan easily raised his hand, and the whole boulder was lifted up by one of his hands.

At this scene, everyone was shocked and dumbfounded.

Xia Xi's expression at this moment can only be described as crazing.

Lei Ye, who stood behind, opened his mouth in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

There was repair outside the yard, and he almost sat on the ground with fright.

This inconspicuous slave has such a great power.

It was a huge boulder, even a master in the sect, it was impossible to lift it easily with one hand.

Sure enough, his own thoughts were right, this guy must be another spy sent by another sect.

He must tell the housekeeper what he has seen and heard, and he must be credited by then.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt that lifting a boulder was meaningless at all.

Because he used less than one tenth of the power in his hands.

Also wanting to test his own strength, Ye Fan stretched out his five fingers vigorously.

He heard a crisp sound, and the whole boulder was directly shaken into a pile of rubble by him.

When she saw this, Xia Xi felt her legs soft and fell directly to the ground.

In this competition, it was already obvious that he had lost completely.

Ye Fan just shook the dust off his hands, followed by staring at Xia Xi coldly.

Since it was said before, whoever loses will disappear, then we must speak up.

The killing and decisiveness in Ye Fan's bones is absolutely impossible to disappear with the disappearing memory.

This is his nature and what he carries in his bones.

When Xia Xi saw Ye Fan's cold eyes, he was already frightened and desperate.

He directly knocked on the ground, begging bitterly: "I lost, because I have no eyes, please spare my life, heroes, I will listen to you in the future!"

But Ye Fan didn't want to listen to this at all, and pointed with one hand.

A wave of Hei Di power broke through the air and plunged directly into Xia Xi's forehead.

Xia Xi felt her mind go blank, followed by the blackness in front of her, her life dying.

Everyone was trembling with fright, and they all sat down on the ground.

Even Lei Ye was frightened with a look of horror.

But Ye Fan didn't even blink his eyes.

Even he himself didn't know why, when he was killing this person, it seemed like something drove him to do so.

It didn't even feel at all, it was like crushing an ant to death.

Everyone finally knew Ye Fan's power, and they knelt down in front of Ye Fan, expressing their respect for Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan didn't even look at them, turned around and went into the house, and continued to eat his meal.

After half an hour, the butler looked at You Xiu coldly, and asked gloomily: "What you said is true!"

You Xiu nodded and bowed and said: "I saw it with my own eyes, that Long Yi, with just one finger, will kill Xia Xi, it is absolutely true!"

The butler frowned tightly.

"If this is the case, that Long Yi is definitely a master. What does he want to do when he comes to our sect?"

You Xiu continued to slander: "From my point of view, he must be another sect. The spy sent here just wants to destroy the sect competition this time."

"You are usually so good to me. I only told you this news. I also hope that the housekeeper will take care of me in the future!"

The housekeeper squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "If it is what you said, your reward is naturally indispensable, but you are not allowed to tell others, understand?"

"Subordinates understand that they will never let anyone know!"

After You Xiu left, the butler began to ponder.

If Long Yi is really a spy sent by another sect, then he must hide his identity, why dare to expose his power in front of others.

Isn't he afraid of others seeing it?

Or is there another secret in him?

I absolutely can't. If you believe that there is a cultivator, you must first check it out and then make a decision.

But one thing is certain, I should respect this Long Yi.

No matter what his identity is, at least there will be no harm to him in the future.

In a blink of an eye, the next day, Ye Fan took the axe and came to the backyard again.

No one assigned him any job today, he came to the backyard on his own initiative.

Because it is very quiet here, and there is very little life, as long as you chop the firewood well, you can continue to feel that power.

If possible, it is not impossible to restore one's own memory.

What's strange is that the butler and You Xiu didn't bother themselves. This gave him a rare cleanness.

He waited until he had chopped all the firewood before he wanted to meditate. Suddenly there was a crisp sound of footsteps behind him.

It's Hanling.

She came here specifically to find him.

Ye Fan didn't want to have any contact with her, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Han Ling Hualuo didn't speak, and suddenly drew out a short knife and slashed her head.

The blade exuded a biting cold light under the influence of Hanling's unique power, the power of the cold dragon.

Before the knife fell, the ice thorn came first.

However, in Ye Fan's eyes, it was as if a child was playing.

He himself didn't know why he was so indifferent when faced with such a scene.

The explanation I can give myself is that before I amnesia, I have experienced too many scenes like this.

His body and his mentality have formed a habit.

Even those instinctive actions are habit.

It was like at this moment, the blade fell, and the cold light shot in all directions. Ye Fan just raised his hand easily and grabbed the short knife in his hand.

Han Ling Hualuo's face pale in astonishment, and a look of worship burst into her eyes.

Even the Young Sect Master couldn't do it, catching her Han Ling knife with one hand, but this man, without blinking his eyes, snatched her weapon.

And when Ye Fan touched the short knife, groups of words suddenly flashed in his mind.

The Han Ling knife, a medium-grade spirit weapon, can be used to slaughter livestock, as well as for cosmetics, and does not have the power to oppose the enemy.

Ye Fan felt strange that he still had the ability to analyze weapons?

He threw the short knife to Han Ling Hualuo casually, and said coldly: "It's just rubbish!"

"you?"

Han Ling stomped her feet and said unconvincedly: "This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. You said it is rubbish. If you have something good, show it to me?"