Urban Madness

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Shit luck? !

Hearing this, the many powerhouses around were taken aback for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

In their opinion, Ye Fan's ability to return with the magic whip all over his body is really a big **** luck.

Looking at the magic whip in his hand, the eyes of many strong men were a bit more *sexy.

At this moment, Ye Fan is holding a magic whip in his hand, like a child holding a gold ingot and swaggering across the street. How can he not be coveted?

Feeling these ill-intentioned gazes, Ye Fan didn't care, took a step forward, and continued to walk up the stone steps.

But he didn't take a few steps, and there was a deafening shout behind him:

"Boy, stop for me!"

The next moment, a figure shot out like an arrow from the string, rushing to Ye Fan, blocking his way.

Looking intently, he was a man in his early thirties. He was a burly man with a powerful kong and his eyes as sharp as a falcon. There was a three-foot long sword hanging from his waist. Even if he was hidden in a sheath, he revealed his killing intent.

"Stab!"

Suddenly, he looked at the magic whip, licked the corner of his mouth, and said greedily, "Boy, give me this baby!"

"Humph!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, and said, "This is the baby I got at the risk of my life. How can I just give up my hand because of you?"

"Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty! How can such a treasure be owned by an ordinary man like you! If you are stubborn, then I will let you blood on the spot!"

As he said, the big man put his right hand on the hilt, staring straight at Ye Fan, as if he was about to perform a thunderous blow next moment.

The tense atmosphere is like a bowstring drawn to the full moon, as long as there is a little more stimulation, it will break.

Under this pressure, Ye Fan was not only not afraid, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, jokingly:

"Want the baby in my hands? You should solve the other competitors first!"

Other competitors? !

Hearing this, the big man was slightly startled and didn't react at all.

Suddenly, as if to confirm Ye Fan's words, several terrifying auras suddenly erupted from the rear.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight figures rushed towards the location where Ye Fan was.

Everyone revealed a powerful power, no less than the big man, the all-color master of the profound realm, with extraordinary strength.

Right away, someone recognized their identity:

"Fang Jiuyang, the Patriarch of the Mobei Patriarch, is rumored to be practicing "Yan Yang Divine Art", and he carries the purest heat of the sun with every blow, strong and strong!"

"Li Dingjun, the successor of the Spear King, has cultivated his marksmanship to a superb state, and the power of one shot is powerful enough to tear the sky!"

"Five Tigers Broken Door Knife Master, with all his strength, he can split a hundred knives in one second, the ghosts and gods are easy!"

"Fairy Miaoyu, the lord of the Ice Profound Palace, all enemies hit by the palm of her ice soul will be frozen into ice caves!"

...

One by one, famous experts in the ancient martial arts world appeared, surrounding Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was calm and calm, still looking calm, and didn't even wrinkle his brows.

But the big man who used to show off his might no longer be arrogant, his face was as ugly as he had eaten shit.

He never expected that the birth of this magic weapon would attract so many powerful people to **** it!

If he was beaten with the whip, he would probably cause other strong men to attack him, and the consequences would be disastrous.

For a time, the court fell into a stalemate, and many strong men contained each other to form a delicate balance, and no one dared to take the lead.

Suddenly, Miaoyu, the master of the Ice Profound Palace, took a step forward, and Shi Shiran saluted:

"Master, as long as you hand this magic weapon to this palace, this palace will not only protect you well, but also give you three ice spirit pills to ensure you break through the realm of the master within a year!"

Although this Miaoyu real person is not beautiful, it has a dusty temperament, a blue tulle dancing with the wind, like a fairy going to fly away in the wind.

And her voice is even more charming, and there seems to be a bewitching power invisibly, which makes people fascinated, and can't help but want to show the soul.

"Humph!"

At this time, Li Dingjun, the next to Spear King's heir, said with a sneer:

"Little brother, don't be fooled by this old witch. She looks young, but she is more than enough to be your grandma! You give this baby to me, and I personally pass on your marksmanship. It won’t take a few years, and you are guaranteed Make a name in the arena!"

Next, the other strong men were unwilling to show weakness, and they offered conditions in exchange for the magic whip in Ye Fan's hands, and some even claimed to be betroth their only daughter to Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan's eyes were still clear, completely unmoved, his eyes swept over everyone, and he said lightly:

"Stop talking nonsense! No matter what terms you offer, I won't exchange it!"

As soon as these words came out, those strong men suddenly showed anger, their stern gazes pierced Ye Fan fiercely like a scabbard, and invisible sparks of electric light appeared in the air.

"Boy, if you don't hand over this baby, you will die without a place to be buried!" A strong man said viciously, obviously eating Ye Fan and treating him as fish on the chopping board.

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and said loudly: "The strong man in the dignified ancient martial arts world, in broad daylight, cleverly grabs and even wants to kill people and sell goods! If this matter spreads out, I am afraid it will make people laugh!"

At this time, Li Dingjun, the successor of the Spear King, took a step forward and waved the spear in his hand, and the surrounding air was torn apart.

The tip of the gun pointed at Ye Fan, and Li Dingjun sternly reprimanded: "Boy, are you really afraid of death and want to be an enemy of so many of us?"

"Hehe... I'm not even afraid of the Zhang Family, so how can I be afraid of you guys?" Ye Fan's calm tone didn't pay attention to the few powerhouses in front of him.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Arrogant!"

Those strong men shouted loudly at the same time, as if they were greatly humiliated and furious.

In their opinion, his willingness to offer an exchange for beating the whip is already a great kindness. Not only is Ye Fan not grateful, but also daring to be so provocative, it is really unforgivable!

"I don't know the height of the sky and the earth, do you think that if you get this baby with shit, you can pretend to be forced in front of us? It's almost dead!"

Suddenly, someone suggested: "Everyone, let's get rid of this kid first, and then decide where the baby belongs!"

These strong men in the ancient martial world are proud of their martial arts, and regard human life as careless.

If it is in a big city, they will be somewhat restrained, for fear of being targeted by the Huaxia official.

But this is a barren mountain, even if Ye Fan is killed, no one can manage it.

"Look—gun!"

With a loud shout, Li Dingjun's momentum skyrocketed, and his figure shot out like a long rainbow.

"Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan!"

Between the lightning and the fire, he fired hundreds of spears, and the cold stars on the tip of the guns shone, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouded toward Ye Fan's location.

Looking at the shadow of the gun in the sky, ordinary people can't judge the real point of the gun at all. If it is pierced, dozens of blood holes will definitely appear on the body, killing on the spot.

At this time, a warrior exclaimed in the distance:

"This Li Dingjun is worthy of being the heir to the King of Spears. The spear is like a dragon, destroying the dead!"

"Faced with this trick, even if it is a strong position, I am afraid I can only temporarily avoid the edge!"

"Hey! That guy is dead now!"

"Don't pretend, pretend to be struck by lightning!"

...

However, in the face of the sky full of gun shadows, Ye Fan did not evade, disdainfully said:

"It's flashy and vain, it's a good marksmanship? It's ridiculous! Look at the whip!"

As he said, Ye Fan shook his wrist, and the magic whip in his hand was immediately thrown out, like a black-and-yellow flood dragon, breaking free from the shackles and coming out with great momentum.

Not only that, those obsessions trapped in the whip of the gods also surged out, as if to swallow the sky and the earth.

"not good!"

In an instant, Li Dingjun's heart was shaken, an unprecedented ominous premonition rushed into his heart, his spine felt a chill, and he felt the great horror between life and death.

He subconsciously wanted to close the gun and defend, after all, he was late.

The mysterious yellow whip, carrying an unrivaled power, was firmly drawn on his chest.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and the shadow of the guns disappeared.

The power of a single blow is like Gonggong's anger not touching the mountain, not to mention the physical body, even the ten thousand mountains can break.

Li Dingjun's body was like a kite with a broken wire, flying upside down for a hundred meters, and slammed into the mountain wall before falling to the ground.

Looking intently, I saw a long whip mark running through the entire chest, bloody, boned, and shocking.

Li Dingjun didn't even have time to scream, his head tilted, he fainted, and he didn't know his life or death.