Urban Madness

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A small road in the eastern suburbs of Huahai.

Ye Fan resisted a mouthful of the locust wood coffin, Yuan Zhao Yue Zhi, with a stern attitude, without any fluctuations in expression on his face, which was palpable.

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

Every step he took was the same distance, as if he had measured countless times beforehand, and the heavy footsteps sounded like dull thunder.

After a while, Ye Fan stopped in front of an abandoned factory.

This abandoned factory may seem inconspicuous, but in fact it is Yang Zhenkun's secret base. There are hundreds of Hong Yi elites and masters gathered in it.

Within a hundred meters, there are more than a dozen open and dark posts, as well as hundreds of cameras. There are no dead angles at 360 degrees, and there is no way to escape from the surveillance if there is any wind.

Ye Fan was still tens of meters away from the abandoned factory, and two sturdy big men came forward and said viciously:

"Hey... brat, what are you doing? Carrying a coffin in the middle of the night is really bad luck!"

"If you don't want to die, hurry up! Dare to take a step closer, don't blame us for being impolite!"

However, Ye Fan did not stand still, but continued to move forward, and said lightly:

"I'm here to give gifts!"

"Gift? For whom? What gift?" The faces of the two big men were full of suspicious confusion.

When Ye Fan heard the words, he stubbornly said, "Didn't you see the coffin on my shoulder? It's a gift for your leader!"

...

"boom!"

These words, like a nine-day thunder, exploded in the field.

Give Yang Zhenkun a coffin? !

"hiss!"

The two Hong Yi big men couldn't help but breathe in the air, and their bodies were shocked, like being shocked, their faces were full of incredible expressions, and they couldn't believe their ears.

You know, Yang Zhenkun is the overlord of Huahai's underground world. There are tens of thousands of his younger brothers and he is powerful.

Even the leader of Huahai City did not dare to offend him easily.

Other high society elders were extremely humble when they met him, and kept their posture to the lowest level.

And now, a hairy boy like Ye Fan dared to openly deliver the coffin!

In their opinion, if a "fancy death contest" is held, Ye Fan will definitely win the first place.

"Presumptuous! Brat, how dare you be disrespectful to Master Kun, you're looking for death!"

"Huh... I will abolish you today, let you know how great our Hong Yi is!"

The next moment, the two big men rushed towards Ye Fan like a tiger descending the mountain.

Upon seeing this, Ye Fan showed disdain on his face and said lightly:

"Just like an ant!"

As soon as the voice fell, he picked up the locust wood coffin in his hand, used it as a weapon, and patted the two big men.

The speed is as fast as thunder.

The two big men didn't have time to dodge, so they could only watch the coffin attacking themselves.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The deafening crash sound resounded throughout the audience.

The two of them were like kites with a broken line, flying more than ten meters upside down, limp to the ground, before they even screamed, they fainted.

"Tit! Tit! Tit!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched and rapid sirens cut through the night.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng!"

Soon, there was a rush of dense footsteps, from far to near, the earth trembled, as if thousands of troops were collapsing.

After a while, a group of big men rushed out of the abandoned factory.

Looking at it roughly, there are hundreds of people in this area.

In spite of the large number of people, there is no noise. They are arranged in a certain order. They are austere, solemn, and uniform. They are not like small gangsters on the road, but like a well-trained tiger wolf teacher. !

Those who can serve as guards here are all direct descendants of Yang Zhenkun's men, and they can be called the elite of the elite, with a gathering of masters.

Just pull one out, and you can get one to ten on the battlefield!

The leading man, with a hideous face, a faint cold light blooming in his eyes, staring at Ye Fan like a jackal, gritted his teeth and said:

"Smelly boy, who are you, dare to break through my Hong Yi's mountain gate, are you tired and crooked?"

Ye Fan didn't change his face when he heard the words, his chest was straight, his spine straight, like a spear that pierced the blue sky, his stern eyes scanned the audience, and he said coldly:

"You little ones, you don't deserve to talk to me! Tell Yang Zhenkun that old dog, Ye Fan is here, let him come out and die!"

...

The audience was shocked when he said this.

mad!

It's crazy!

Let alone Huahai City, looking at the entire East China region, no one would dare to call Yang Zhenkun an "old dog" and let him come out to die!

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Countless ferocious eyes all fell on Ye Fan's body.

If the look in his eyes could hurt people, Ye Fan would be completely battered and imperfect now.

"You are Ye Fan?!"

The big man headed his eyes half-closed, his eyes were full of dark rays, and he grinned and said:

"Jie Jie Jie... There is a way to heaven, you don’t go, there is no way to hell, you break in! Smelly boy, Master Kun has ordered you to kill, we were still worried about where to find you, but we didn’t expect you to deliver it yourself. Come!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned around again and said to the elite:

"Brothers, let's go together, kill this kid, Master Kun will never treat us badly!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Those Hong Yi elites were enthusiastic, with red eyes and murderous spirits, they pounced on Ye Fan from all directions, almost blocking all the places where he could dodge.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan remained calm as usual, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.

"Flies don't know how small they are! In my eyes, you are just chickens and dogs, even if there are ten or a hundred times more people, what about it?"

In the next moment, Ye Fan's momentum rose steadily, and it skyrocketed endlessly, as if there was a dragon that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, breaking free from the shackles and out of trouble.

Under the pressure of this powerful aura, the hundreds of elite fighters stagnated, and every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone was under great pressure, as if they were about to be crushed.

In their sight, Ye Fan was no longer the unbelievable young man, as if he had been transformed into the supreme king, with the wind and the cloud changing colors and the world turned upside down between his fingers.

Facing such a king, they couldn't even give birth to any fighting spirit, they could only feel their "small", and they wished to kneel on the ground immediately and worship.

At this moment, Ye Fan's momentum rose to the apex, slowly raised his right fist, and then ran the "Kunpeng Swallowing Sky" taught by Wei Lao.

"boom!"

The dazzling golden light appeared on his fist, as if recreating a red sun, which was especially dazzling under the night, even if it was a few miles away, it could be seen clearly.

Under the influence of "Kunpeng Swallowing the Sky", the vitality of heaven and earth within a few hundred meters of him was sucked into his fist, compressed frantically, and his power skyrocketed geometrically.

Roughly, Ye Fan is like a high god, revealing a majestic demeanor, as if to sweep through the world for nine days.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly pushed his right fist toward the hundreds of Hong Yi elites ahead!

This punch, majestic, heavy as a mountain, surging, devouring tigers!

Contains Ye Fan's martial arts spirit, I am invincible, swallowing thousands of miles with anger.

It seems simple and unpretentious, but it is back to the basics, enough to tear the sky and eclipse the world.

...

"Boom!"

The vast and majestic internal energy burst out from Ye Fan's dantian, like a volcanic eruption.

The sharp fist light pulled out a beam of death in the air.

"boom!"

In an instant, the dozens of Hong Yi elites who were the first to bear the brunt were caught off guard and had no time to dodge, and they were hit by this death beam.

The skin on their bodies was torn apart and disintegrated first, then the bones and veins were all torn apart, and the ashes disappeared, the bones disappeared and turned into powder, as if they had never existed.

What's more terrifying is that until the fist was cast off, it spread all the way backwards, violently breaking through the entire abandoned factory.

"Boom!"

For a while, the ground shook and the mountains shook, as if there was an eighth magnitude earthquake.

It is impossible to describe the mystery of this punch in words, and everyone who has seen this punch is completely amazed by it!

This is the gap between ants and elephants, this is the gulf between mortals and gods.

If the sky stops me, I will break the sky!

If the ground stops me, I will split the ground!

Monsters do not invade, gods and Buddhas retreat!

A punch blasted life and death!