Urban Madness

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In the lobby.

Under the eyes of the public, Luoyang's Dragon Elephant Prajna Fist finally touched Ye Fan's fingers.

From a visual point of view, Ye Fan's moves are not fancy at all, just like a praying man's arm as a car and a worm shaking a tree.

But in the eyes of real masters, it is completely different.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway!

Only by reaching a certain martial art realm can we see the mystery of this finger.

From the avenue to simplicity, return to nature.

Everything is unstoppable at your fingertips!

"boom!"

A loud noise exploded in the lobby like a thunderstorm.

The surrounding air was torn apart, and even clearly visible ripples appeared.

The weaker warrior in the distance only felt the tympanic membrane vibrated, the liver and gallbladder were cracked, and the blood churned.

The next moment, Luo Yang's burly body, as if hit by a cannonball, flew out more than ten meters in an instant, hit the wall hard and then fell to the ground.

Looking into the distance, I saw a huge blood hole appeared above his right fist, which was obviously injured by Ye Fan's finger.

Until the point of force was cast away, it directly penetrated the bones, dripping with blood, and sputtered little red blood lotus on the ground, shocking.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the martial artists onlookers couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning. They were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, and there was a huge wave in their hearts, and they were beyond surprise.

They never expected that this battle would end in Luo Yang's defeat.

You know, Luo Yang is the descendant of Luo Clan in Jizhou. In the past few months, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Such a peerless arrogant, among the younger generation, arrogant.

There are only a handful of people who can defeat him.

And wanting to kill him directly with one move is even more fantastic!

But just now, Luo Yang used 12% of his internal energy to gather the power of the five dragons and five elephants on his right fist, but he was defeated by Ye Fan's understatement.

Such a huge disparity in strength is beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, Ye Fan retracted the index finger of his right hand, and stood with his hand held down. Even the corners of his clothes were not messy, and he was full of mastery.

It seemed to him that the blow just now was just a trivial matter.

His calm and relaxed appearance formed a sharp contrast with the embarrassed Luo Yang.

Which is strong and weak is clear at a glance.

For a while, these audiences were curious about Ye Fan's identity.

Because he was wearing a mask, everyone could not see his appearance, nor could he infer his origins from his moves.

Ye Fan said just now that he came to participate in the Qingyun test, which means that he is younger than 35 years old.

However, among the younger generation, there are very few who can defeat Luo Yang with overwhelming strength in a frontal confrontation, but there is no such a number one.

In the hearts of everyone in the venue, a question suddenly emerged from the audience——

Who is this masked person sacred?

...

"Ho **** ho ho!!!"

Suddenly, Luo Yang, who was severely injured, let out a hysterical roar deep in his throat.

The intense pain caused his facial features to be twisted together, and he no longer looked like his pretentious expression before.

pain!

Pain deep into the bone marrow!

The "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung" practiced by Luo Yang, both internally and externally, is used to prove the Tao, using the physical body as a magic weapon to temper and at the same time hone the spirit.

Therefore, he is least afraid of pain.

His tolerance for pain is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

In practice, let alone ordinary bruises, even fractures are commonplace.

But now he realized that Ye Fan's fingers contained an overbearing, supremely strong aura, which not only wounded his body, but also invaded his own meridians.

That kind of feeling is like scraping a knife and scraping the bone, painful.

The next moment, Luo Yang's eyes were red, staring at Ye Fan, angry and jealous, gritted his teeth and said:

"Smelly boy, how dare you hurt me like this? It's almost death!"

With Luo Yang's years of fighting experience, of course, he knew that his right hand was no different from being abolished in a short time. Even with the help of the family's healing medicine, it would take at least ten and a half months to fully heal.

But in this way, I couldn't stand out in the Qingyun trial. I didn't hesitate to travel all the way to Cangshan, but in the end it was all in vain!

Thinking of this, Luo Yang just didn't get angry.

Originally, he had a great accomplishment, and he was going to try a blockbuster in Qingyun.

In fact, he almost made it.

Just now, based on his momentum alone, Guan Feihong, who was ranked tenth in the Qianlong Ranking, could not move and lost his fighting spirit.

Who knows... but I encountered a monster like Ye Fan!

Luo Yang originally thought that he was a well-deserved protagonist, with brilliant brilliance, but he was only handsome for three seconds, he was completely reduced to a foil, and everything was done for others.

How can this be tolerated?

However, at this moment, Ye Fan glanced at him disdainfully and said:

"What about hurting you? It was you who provoke my little brother first! Apologize to Feihong immediately, and then get out of the Tianzhao room! Otherwise, I will let you blood on the spot!"

...

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a substantive murderous aura, centered on Ye Fan's body, spread in all directions.

The temperature in the entire lobby dropped to freezing point instantly.

Some warriors with weaker strength couldn't help taking a few steps back, their hairs erected, shivering, shivering, and the eyes looking at Ye Fan were full of unconcealed fear.

They never expected that Ye Fanguang had such a terrifying power with his momentum.

Luo Yang, who was on the opposite side, seemed to have received a great insult. His chest was fluctuating, as if he was raging in it.

He stared at Ye Fan, his eyes popped up, and he said sharply:

"Huh...Don't you think that you can do whatever you want if you beat me. Do you really think I am scared? Tell you-my dad is Luo Dingshan, the head of the Luo family in Jizhou and the strongest of the terrain. He is far from the legendary heaven. The environment is only one step away!

If you dare to hurt me another vellus hair, his old man will never sit idly by! Once you take the shot, you can be killed in minutes without leaving any bones! "

Hearing the name of Luoding Mountain, many warriors in the field showed admiration and yearning, knowing that Luo Yang was not bragging.

Luo Dingshan bears the power of seven dragons and seven elephants, and with a random punch, it can shake the mountain and urge the mountains and be unparalleled.

Throughout the entire Chinese ancient martial arts world, he is the handful of people at the top of the pyramid.

Luo Yang thought that by moving out of his father's name, he would scare Ye Fan.

However, he underestimated Ye Fan's strength after all.

...

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and said with disdain: "It's naive! Luo Yang, what is the difference between your behavior and the kind of bear child who only knows to go home and call the parent? As long as you encounter a little setback, you will find an adult to support you! Yes! With this kind of mentality, you are destined to be unable to become a real strong person!"

After being reprimanded by Ye Fan so old-fashioned, Luo Yang's face turned into pig liver color, embarrassing extremely.

But after pondering for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something again, looking at Ye Fan with his head held high, and said loudly:

"Huh... In this world, there is nothing fair at all! Some people have things they have when they are born, but other people pursue their lives, and they can't get them! For warriors, family background is also part of their strength! My dad , Is my biggest backer!"

Speaking of this, Luo Yang paused, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, sketching out a grim smile, and continued:

"Hey...Mask man, aren't you jealous because you are weak? If you have any, you should move back to the mountain too! What kind of school do you come from?"

Facing this question, Ye Fan slowly said:

"I, there is no backing!"

As soon as he said this, Luo Yang's face showed disdain.

In his opinion, even if Ye Fan's strength is better than himself, if it is just a casual cultivator of a lonely family, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

As long as you move out of the Luo family, you can crush it in minutes.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward suddenly, his spine straightened, like a spear that pierced the sky, bursting into an imposing manner of contemplating the world and arrogant among the heroes.

"Stab!"

The sharp gaze, like a divine sword overwhelming thorns and thorns, pierced towards Luo Yang, proudly said:

"I don't need to rely on the mountain! Because-I am the mountain!"