Seeing Nalan Ziyun's respectful tone, Ye Fan couldn't help laughing and said: "Sister Nalan, he is only in the divine martial realm, so there is no need to be so polite..." "Little brother, stop talking!
"Nalan Ziyun whispered to Ye Fan, which immediately shocked Ye Fan.
"I won't say much. The Tianfu Autumn Trial will begin in three days. If someone from the Long Family of Dragon City is injured, just take out five sets of high-quality healing ointment!
"The middle-aged man replied.
Many onlookers around him took a breath of air.
"The healing ointment is a high-grade healing medicine. It is said that an ordinary set costs a thousand taels of silver."
"What this man wants is five sets of high-quality healing ointment, which costs at least ten thousand taels!
"Yes, those young people who were injured by the little brothers didn't seem to be seriously injured. They were still rolling on the ground!"
"Everyone, you said it one by one.
When Ye Fan heard this, he felt a trace of anger in his heart. This old zombie-face actually knocked the bamboo pole on my head!
"Senior, the five young masters of your family don't seem to be seriously injured. I'm afraid they won't need five sets of high-quality healing ointment, right?" Nalan Ziyun frowned, the other party was indeed blackmailing them.
"If you hurt someone in my family, I'll use it if you need it!
"The middle-aged man's thick eyebrows were drawn together, looking very angry.
Nalan Anya stood next to Ye Fan, covered her mouth and smiled, then whispered in his ear, "This zombie face is trying to blackmail my sister Zi's money.
You see, it’s all your fault, it would be fine if you didn’t fight..." He looked worried that the world would not be in chaos.
"Damn girl, I'm going to get rid of this zombie face too!
"Ye Fan was quite unhappy when Anya said something back to him. He stepped forward and pulled Nalan Ziyun behind him, and sneered at the middle-aged man.
"Hey, are you so poor that you ran away without food and came to beg in front of us? You asked for ten thousand taels of money. Are you a bandit?
Damn it, let me beat you up!
"Wow..." "Huh..." The onlookers watching the excitement all marveled, and several groups of children from aristocratic families who came to participate in the Tianfu Autumn Exam rolled their eyes.
I don’t know whether to live or die!
That middle-aged man from the Long family is a powerful master of the divine martial arts realm! Even if you, a stinking beggar, are awesome and are ten times your limit, I can slap you into the ground with just one slap! It would be nice to just pay for it now, but you still have to run out.
Hu Lielie, aren't you out of your mind? At the entrance of Yuguangfangyuan, three young men held their shoulders and watched what was happening in the middle of the street.
These three young men are handsome, handsome and heroic, but they have completely different styles.
The eyebrows of one of them were very dark, and one could tell at a glance that he was practicing Yinhan Kung Fu. He was so cold that the eyes of the little girls around him gleamed.
There was another person with a smile on his face, just like the spring breeze blowing over Lugu Bridge or the autumn rain soaking into Jiuzhaigou Valley. With just a wave of his hand, he made several nymphomaniac girls beside him swoon.
The one standing in the middle is sunny and domineering, tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and handsome eyes. He is a typical upright character.
"Brother Li, this beggar seems unusual!
"It's indeed unusual!"
He looks no older than thirty, but his strength is ten times the limit and he has a very arrogant temper. I like him!
The tall young man in the middle chuckled, "He should join our Kuangwu Sect!"
"No, you should join our Kuiyin Sect..." The hazy young man shook his head and said coldly, "The martial aura on his body is different. He should have practiced dark skills."
Coupled with that strange knife... this is a vicious boy, the most suitable for my sect!
"Hahaha, you two value me, so I'm afraid this guy will be hired, right?" "Not necessarily, our Four Heavenly Martial Arts Sects are different from the Four Earthly Martial Arts Sects. You can get in just by meeting the cultivation requirements..."
"The tall young man shook his head and stopped talking.
At the same time, in other places in this area, there were several groups of people staring closely at Ye Fan, their eyes shining with interest.
Ye Fan didn't know that he had been noticed by many forces, so he just stepped out and walked towards the middle-aged man.
"Zombie Face, why don't we discuss it.
How about you carry these five waste materials away and leave immediately without looking back, and I will give you five taels of silver for free labor service?" Ye Fan said as he walked.
He asked for five taels of silver, because he only had so much.
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched and his face turned livid, "Little beggar, you have a good talent, don't make a mistake!
"Nalan Ziyun grabbed Ye Fan's sleeve and said, "Little brother, stop making trouble, we are no match for this person."
"Afraid of a ball..." Ye Fan chuckled, not afraid at all.
"Ye Fan, you are less than thirty years old and have not even reached the Divine Martial Realm. How can you beat him?" Nalan Ziyun persuaded in a low voice, "It's better not to be brave. I will reveal my identity. That Dragon City man
Senior should give my sect some face."
"Need not!
"Ye Fan raised his fist carelessly and shook it towards Yilong as if to demonstrate, "Zombie face, do you want any money? If you are unhappy, come and play with me!
"Uncle Yilong, beat him to death!"
Bin Shao and others were lying on the ground and howling.
"Smelly beggar, you are looking for death!
"Yilong snorted angrily. He didn't expect this brat to be so ignorant.
Even if you don’t want to go down the stairs, you don’t have to be so tough, right?
It is impossible not to fight now.
"Haha, who is seeking death? I'm not sure!
"Ye Fan laughed, suddenly raised his foot, and suddenly rushed towards Yilong.
The speed is so fast, it is twice as fast as attacking Mr. Bin before!
A strong wind blew in the street, shocking the onlookers to retreat.
Nalan Ziyun wanted to stop Ye Fan, but without even touching his sleeve, Ye Fan rushed towards him like lightning.
"Wow, this beggar really dares to do something!
"Amazing, this speed is much faster than those young people I saw a few days ago!"
"I don't know what state that middle-aged man is in. Can he take this blow from the young man..." Facing Ye Fan's strong blow, Yilong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he mobilized his strength to focus on his fist.
Go up and take a step forward: "Drink!
"Bang..." There was a loud muffled sound, and two punches collided. Ye Fan immediately flew out, and after landing, he took seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize his body.
But looking at the excitement on his face, with a weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he rushed towards the other party again, "Yes, with ten times the maximum power, I can't do anything to you!"
Looking at Ye Fan's appearance, everyone knew that he had not suffered any major setbacks, and they suddenly exclaimed again.
"Ten times the limit actually reaches the divine martial realm. This guy is awesome!"
"The Tianfu Autumn Examination really produced many talented people. It seems that these people from Longcheng have kicked down the iron plate!"
Yilong's face became more and more ugly. Although he only took three steps back, he used seven levels of skill in this blow. He only knocked back the opponent without shattering his arm!
“There’s something weird about this beggar!
"Yilong didn't dare to be careless anymore, and did not go head-to-head with Ye Fan. He turned around to avoid Ye Fan's charge, kicked sideways in the air, and slashed down with a faint gray force.
Ye Fan's reaction was also very fast. He touched the ground with his palms, turned somersaults, and avoided it dangerously.
"boom!
"The bluestone ground shattered under Yilong's attack, and pink stones flew everywhere.
"What a powerful blow!
"The spectators were already forty or fifty meters away, but the force of this horizontal slash still made them feel the powerful force blowing across their faces.
The three young men in Jade Pavilion Garden all looked sideways, secretly thinking that there was trouble.
The strength of that dragon exceeded their predictions.
Of course, they don't take Yilong seriously.
On the contrary, he was even more surprised at the beggar. His aura was only ten times the limit, and he had not suffered any loss in two moves with Yilong.
"Puff-puff-puff! Bang-bang-bang!"
The ink-colored Wujin and the gray Wujin constantly collided with each other, and the entire fifty meters around were wrapped in strong winds.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan had fought Yilong for more than ten rounds.
Except for the first time when the two fists clashed head-on, the rest were almost all competitions between speed and reaction.
The more Yilong fought, the more frightened he became. He attacked ten times in more than ten rounds, and four of them were counterattacks by the opponent.
The beggar was not as fast as him, but his reflexes were extremely sharp. He seemed to be able to predict the several attacks that he would definitely hit on him, and he was always able to narrowly dodge them.
But he could only resist the beggar's four counterattacks.
If it weren't for the fact that his realm was much higher than the other's, I'm afraid he would have fallen into trouble!
Furthermore, what frightens Yilong is that this stinky beggar has too much martial strength, right? Fighting across levels consumes so much martial energy, if others had already run out of martial arts!
There was another "bang...", and Yilong's fist collided with Ye Fan's leg again.
This time, Ye Fan slashed in the air and smashed Yilong until he knelt down on one knee to block it.
The ink-colored force spread out, making a "chick" sound as it rubbed against the ground.
Ye Fandun felt uncomfortable with this fight, so he turned over and backed away for more than ten meters.
He admitted that he was a little overconfident.
However, he still did not reveal his true strength.
If he can't even defeat a warrior in the middle stage of the Divine Martial Realm, then why should he be called the number one person on earth?
"Stinky beggar..." Yilong slowly stood up from the ground, the murderous intent between his brows getting heavier and heavier.
"Canglang!
"A curled-up soft sword was pulled out by Yilong and placed in front of him, "You can force me to use weapons. With your age and level, you can be proud of yourself!
"Ye Fan laughed wildly and also drew out the black iron broad-bladed knife.
"Are you finally getting serious? Zombie faces, warrior duels, once you pull out your weapon you will fight to the death, you have to think about it!
"Yilong was stunned for a moment, and soon he growled angrily in a low voice with a ferocious expression on his face: "Since you brought your own death, you can't blame me!
I don't believe you still have the strength to compete with me on weapons!
"Zombie face, who said I am not strong enough? Today, I will show you what it means to be gifted and a peerless genius!"
"Ye Fan smiled faintly, "The eagle eats the god, the dragon eagle divine body!"
"Hula..." A majestic force emanated from his body, blowing up the dust on the ground.
The dust is lingering and the ink is dripping all over his body, making Ye Fan look like a god and demon.
Among the crowd of spectators, Nalan Ziyun's face was full of astonishment, and his beautiful eyes were shining with horror.