"Haha! Master Huang, what you said is really funny! It's said that this is a life and death competition, either you die or I die. Under such circumstances, what kind of martial ethics should I talk about?"
"you!"
Ye Fan's words left Master Huang speechless. He could not find any reason to refute.
After all, Ye Fan is right. The arena of life and death is originally a fight of life and death. How can there be any fairness and mercy?
At this time, Master Huang scolded him coldly with a black face: "You bastard! Since I lost to you, I will admit it! I want to kill you."
It's up to you to cut it as you please! If I frown, I will be your grandson!"
"Haha," Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a playful expression, "Master Huang, I am a person! I don't have any advantages. The only thing I can do is to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction! Especially tough words!"
"You brat! Stop trying to scare me here. Although I'm old, I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten! Don't use these little tricks to fool me! I'm not even afraid of death, but I'm still afraid of death.
Are you bluffing?"
Master Huang's attitude was very bad and he looked like he would rather die than surrender.
At this time, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer, and then said lightly: "Really? Then I want to see today, how long can you endure it?"
Finished!
Ye Fan grabbed Master Huang's arms with a sly sneer on his lips.
Seeing Ye Fan's weird sneer, Master Huang felt a little scared. He quickly struggled and said: "You brat, you... what do you want to do? If you want to kill me, just come and kill me! I will still be the same after eighteen years.
A good man!"
At this time, Ye Fan said coldly: "Master Huang! Have you ever heard of a kind of martial arts?"
"Wha...what martial arts?"
Master Huang's heart suddenly pounded, and he asked with a vigilant look on his face.
"Separate muscles and bones!"
Ye Fan looked sinister and said with a smile.
"Separate...separate the muscles and bones of the hand?"
Suddenly, Master Huang frowned slightly, obviously he had never heard of such weird martial arts.
At this time, Ye Fan saw Master Huang's confused look, so he said playfully: "Master Huang! It seems you haven't heard of it! Since you haven't heard of it, I will use it myself.
Take a look, what is the hand that separates muscles and bones?"
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly twisted Master Huang, and then pulled down suddenly.
"Crack!"
Master Huang felt a tearing pain all over his body, and then his entire left shoulder seemed to be torn off by something.
"ah!"
Master Huang screamed, and the severe pain caused his entire forehead to be covered with sweat.
"Master Huang!"
When the people at the scene saw this, they quickly shouted with concern.
Wu Zhiyang was so angry that he cursed loudly at the disciples beside him: "Why are you still standing there in a daze? Hurry up and save the master!"
"Yes! Senior brother!"
A group of disciples immediately ran up, preparing to kill Ye Fan.
As a result, before they had time to take action, Ye Fan took Master Huang's arm again.