Even Zhao Dehai, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but complain.
"Brother Wu, Ye Fan has given you five moves. Do you have the nerve to ask if they dare to give in?"
Zhao Dehai sighed while holding his forehead and shook his head and complaining.
Wu Zhiyang snorted coldly and said, "Shut up! Today's shame, no matter what means I use, I will get it back!"
Zhao Dehai smiled helplessly and kindly reminded him, but in turn, Wu Zhiyang scolded him.
Wu Zhiyang, Wu Zhiyang! It’s reasonable to have a way to get your face back. If you can’t get it back, you will be embarrassed and throw it to your grandma’s house!
Wu Zhiyang couldn't care so much. Since he had spoken out, he now didn't think about anything and wanted to get back his face!
Otherwise, your lifetime of reputation will be destroyed!
At this time, Wu Zhiyang deliberately provoked and said, "Boy! Do you dare to let me do ten more moves!"
"Okay, then I'll give you ten moves now!" Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently and said lightly.
When Wu Zhiyang heard this, he suddenly felt happy, but the expression on his face pretended to be extremely calm and said lightly: "Okay! Then I will understand how powerful you are!"
As a result, before he was happy for a long time, Ye Fan suddenly asked and said, "But then again, what if I give you ten moves and you still can't beat me?"
"It's impossible to be unable to fight!"
Wu Zhiyang said proudly with a rebellious look on his face.
Ye Fan bounced the ashes and said lightly: "As the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of something! What if you really can't hit me?"
Wu Zhiyang said coldly with a black face: "If you can't beat me, I will destroy my martial arts!"
"Haha, do you think this is serious?"
Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and a sarcastic sneer appeared, looking very disdainful.
I saw Wu Zhiyang patting his chest, looking confident, "A gentleman's words are as good as a horse!"
When Ye Fan heard this, a playful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully: "You said this yourself, I didn't force you!"
Seeing this, Wu Zhiyang was stunned. He always felt that Ye Fan in front of him seemed to have a needle hidden in his words, which was a little strange.
But he didn't think deeper, but instead snorted coldly, saying disdainfully: "You can stop talking nonsense! Within ten moves, I will definitely be able to blow you away!"
Ye Fan did not speak, but made a very insulting action at Wu Zhiyang... hooked his little finger!
"Swish!"
Suddenly, Wu Zhiyang's face suddenly pulled down, as if he had eaten shit, his face was almost green!
He had already been filled with anger in his heart, just waiting to burst out later.
Ye Fan is so arrogant and arrogant. If Wu Zhiyang doesn’t teach him a good lesson, how can he survive in the martial arts world in the future!
"Boy! This time, I must defeat you!"
Wu Zhiyang gritted his teeth, shouted angrily, then clenched his fists and rushed towards Ye Fan again.
"bring it on!"
Ye Fan was still standing there calmly, and even had time to smoke cigarettes in his mouth, as if he didn't take him seriously.
The more Wu Zhiyang saw Ye Fan's appearance, he became more and more angry, and he wished he could tear this kid out of his body to relieve his hatred.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Wu Zhiyang hit Ye Fan hard on the side of the abdomen, but Ye Fan still stood still.
"Brother! You have nine moves left! Seize the opportunity!" Ye Fan reminded with interest.