"Pan family boy, how dare you be distracted in front of me?" Yan Lin sneered and punched Zhou Xiong in the stomach.
"puff!"
Zhou Xiong spat out a mouthful of blood.
The two team members at the back quickly supported him, but they still couldn't stop the huge force. The three of them pulled and pulled him back more than ten steps before stopping.
"call……"
Zhou Xiong took a slow breath and glanced nervously at Ye Fan, who was hiding in a panic in the distance. He was about to go crazy.
"Brother Ye, didn't you swear just now? Emma, I can't say it, but you insist on coming. Now it's hard to get off. Shaobing, Adan, I, and I are probably going to get off."
Zhou Xiong cursed Ye Fan in his heart, but the matter in front of him was even more difficult.
"Damn it, I'll do my best!"
"If I were you, just jump down by yourself to avoid being seriously injured by me!" Yan Lin smiled faintly, and the muscles around his body became a little tighter again, making his body look even bigger and more majestic.
His appearance was protected by the two tribesmen, and the fear on his face was replaced by joy, and he once again transformed into a showy and mighty look.
"Pan family brats, as long as my eldest brother Yan Lin is here, you can't be so presumptuous! Damn it, get off the stage!"
People from other families despised him for his good looks and fake power, and even Yan Lin frowned.
A warrior has his own pride. With such a clan brother, even if he wins, there will be no glory.
"Shut up, you loser! If you say nonsense again, you can deal with these people yourself!" Yan Lin turned his head and shouted, scaring Yan Zhi to the point of dripping with cold sweat.
"Lin...Brother Lin, I understand, come on, come on." Yan Zhi said with a smile.
"snort!"
Yan Lin snorted, slowly clenched a fist, and rushed towards Zhou Xiong and the others.
Seeing Yan Lin's menacing attack, Zhou Xiong clutched his stomach and backed away, his expression becoming more and more serious.
"Don't try to hide, you will lose!" Yan Lin grinned and punched out.
Zhou Xiong and the other three people quickly worked together to resist, but they all flew together and were unable to compete head-on with Yan Lin.
"Damn it, the eldest son of the Yan family is not something we and I can defeat. Brother Ye, why don't you come?"
Zhou Xiong was filled with dissatisfaction, turned his head and glanced at Ye Fan, who was dozens of meters away, and sighed.
"Boy from the Pan family, you still dare to look around, aren't you disrespecting me?" Yan Lin sneered, "In this case, don't blame me for showing mercy!"
Zhou Xiong opened his mouth and quickly mustered up his strength. All the muscle power in his body exploded and he hit Yan Lin hard.
Yan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, remained motionless, puffed out his chest and took a punch from Zhou Xiong.
"puff!"
Immediately, his fist penetrated Yan Lin's chest, leaving a dent in his chest.
Zhou Xiong was immediately overjoyed.
But when he looked up, the fist mark quickly recovered in a trend visible to the naked eye.
"Damn it!" Zhou Xiong frowned, feeling powerless in his heart.
Yan Lin laughed loudly and was very proud, with a look of contempt and arrogance on the corner of his mouth: "Boy from the Pan family, you are not even qualified to play with me for a few serious moves! Okay, I won't play with you anymore, go down and you
…”
Just when Yan Lin was mid-sentence, a strong pressure suddenly came from behind.
"not good!"
Yan Lin was shocked and quickly lowered his head to avoid it.
"Bang bang..."
A series of strong bursts of sound passed over Yan Lin's head.
"What's going on?!" Yan Lin's expression changed and he quickly turned around to look.
I saw that Ye Fan, who was still fighting a few seconds ago, had already eliminated six of his tribesmen.
The six tribesmen fell to the ground, and the surrounding bluestone slabs were shattered and spread like spider webs.
The family members who were watching nearby all had shocked faces and disbelief in their eyes.
"What on earth did he do? How could he destroy my Pan family's dragon-slaying formation in such a short period of time?"
Yan Lin quickly retreated, keeping a distance from Zhou Xiong and others, and did not dare to attack easily again.
Ye Fan stood beside Zhou Xiong and the other three, with a slight grin on his lips: "Every wrongdoer has his debtor, so come to me if you can. I promise to beat you up..."
Yan Lin narrowed his eyes.
Although he felt a little palpitated towards Mark, it was not to the point of being afraid.
"Hey, there's something interesting! Son-in-law of the Pan family, you excite me more than those three boys." Yan Lin looked at Ye Fan who was calm and composed, and grinned.
"Really?" Ye Fan touched his chin and walked towards Yan Lin without even blinking.
Zhou Xiong was shocked and turned pale. He quickly covered his abdomen and shouted loudly: "Brother Ye, he has learned special defensive ancient martial arts. Ordinary attacks can't hurt him at all!"
Ye Fan scratched his head, turned around and walked back, smiling at Zhou Xiong: "I'll leave this to you, you can go to the back and take a rest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and struck Zhou Xiong on the shoulder with his palm.
Zhou Xiong suddenly felt that the energy in his body was being pulled by a thrust, and the energy injected by Yan Lin was immediately released with a "swish".
"How... is this possible..." Zhou Xiong's eyes were full of disbelief. He straightened his back and his injuries were mostly healed. "Hey, Brother Ye, you are so awesome!"
"It's not a big deal." Ye Fan smiled at Zhou Xiong and the others, "This silly guy is not simple. You guys stay away."
When he turned his head, Yan Lin's face was already gloomy.
"How did you do it?" Yan Lin's voice was extremely cold, and his fists clenched loudly.
Experts will know if it is there as soon as they take action.
Yan Lin asked himself that the energy that had penetrated Zhou Xiong's body could not be dissipated for a while.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan just used his own energy to dissolve the energy in others with just a casual palm.
This requires not only skilled skills, but also strong Qi as support, otherwise external Qi will not be able to accomplish such a difficult thing in other people's bodies.
"Is it difficult?" Ye Fan shook his head indifferently, "You just reached twice the limit for the first time, and you are not a real master. Do you really think you are invincible?"
"Hmph, you are so self-righteous!" Yan Lin clenched his fists, "My Yan family has endless stunts. In front of me, you are not worth mentioning!"
"Really?" Ye Fan shook his sore and numb fist, "Just in time for me to warm up, come on, let me see the ancient martial arts of your Yan family!"
"I hope you can still laugh later!" Yan Lin took a deep breath, and strange cyclones appeared on his fists, slowly turning the sand and dust on the ground into a small vortex.
"Tsk..."
A blast of sound swept through the bluestone martial arts platform, and the surrounding warriors got out of the way for fear of being affected.
Yan Lin raised his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and rushed towards Mark.
"The ancient skill of the Yan family, the gale-killing fist!"
"call……"
A gust of wind roared past, and along with Yan Lin's crazy punches, fist marks appeared in the wind whirlpool, a total of twenty-four!
In the attic of the ancient palace, the head of the Yan family smiled and nodded, looking quite contented.
Reflecting the sea of clouds, the face shows a condensed color.
The reaction of the two people was all in the eyes of the owner of the Zhuang family. He praised with a smile: "Uncle Yan, Yan Lin is well versed in the ancient traditions of the Yan family. It seems that you have a successor!"
"Just average." The head of the Yan family smiled modestly: "If the dog can be more refined, the number of fist seals in this strong wind can reach thirty-six. It's a pity, a pity..."
The owner of the banker looked at Pan Yunhai lightly and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Pan, I'm afraid your son-in-law is in trouble."
"That kid won't be defeated so easily." Although Pan Yunhai said this, he quietly clenched his fists, obviously very worried.
In this Bagu martial arts competition, Ye Fan is the hope of his Pan family.
Originally, he thought that with Ye Fan's twice the maximum strength, he could at least make a few appearances to the Pan family's face, but he didn't expect that this kid would go to provoke the Yan family and even force the eldest son of the Yan family to use his special skills.
Although this record is enough to boost the reputation of the declining Pan family, for Pan Yunhai, Ye Fan should be more calm, and it would not be too late to wait until the finals to compete with the Yan family.
Looking at the martial arts arena again, Ye Fan looked slightly surprised as he faced the strong wind fist marks all over the sky.
However, he quickly recovered, clenched his fists, raised his head, bent his steps, arched his body, and gathered majestic energy in his fists, like a fierce whirlpool.
"The Eagle Devours the God, jab!"
Ye Fan roared loudly and moved his fist towards the bottom fist mark.
The corner of Yan Lin's mouth curled up with a strange arc, "Idiot, you didn't dodge, but instead resisted with your fists. How can you not be able to use the unique skills of my Yan family..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Lin's expression suddenly changed.
Because, after Ye Fan threw his first punch, he kept punching into the air with lightning speed.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
"rumble……"
Dozens of jabs came out and collided with those fist marks.
Suddenly, a strong whirlwind spread outwards, and strong wind waves surged in all directions, rolling up a large amount of smoke.
Ye Fan freely vented the power accumulated in his body. This unscrupulous bombardment made him feel extremely happy.
However, Yan Lin's face was not so pretty.
"He actually broke through my Yan family's Gale Killing Fist with just the strength of his muscles and the skills of his fists? Impossible...impossible!"
Yan Lin gritted his teeth, continued to activate his energy, and unleashed another series of tyrannical moves.
However, Ye Fan was still so relaxed and free-spirited, and he could easily break Yan Lin's offensive between punches and retractions.
The more Yan Lin fought, the more shocked he became. The opponent's continuous punches were as powerful as his full blow.
That attack, which was like a barrage of cannons, was as powerful as breaking through the ancient martial arts of the Yan family. Even the top masters at twice the limit would find it difficult to do so!
Not only him, but also the other warriors around who were watching the battle all looked sideways.
In the center of the martial arts arena, several young men from the Zhuang family and the Tang family opened their eyes, looking uncertainly at the fight between Ye Fan and Yan Lin.
The dealer snorted disdainfully with his triangular eyes: "Yan Lin used a special trick and still got beaten like this?"
"He is destined to lose." The young man from the Tang family not far away said with a heavy expression, "The son-in-law of the Pan family's fists have already overwhelmed Yan Lin's unique skills. After three more rounds at most, Yan Lin will not be able to hold on any longer!"
"Damn it, where does this kid come from? His muscles, bones, and strength can actually support such a luxurious style of play!"
The banker's triangular eyes and the young man from the Tang family looked at each other, and they both saw the other's deep fear.