After Ye Fan finished speaking, the aura all over his body suddenly surged, and a terrifying coercion like a substance instantly filled the entire place, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop several degrees!
"Whoa!"
Suddenly, Wang Shaoyu's expression suddenly dropped, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
You know, he is the eldest young master of the Wang family. He is a popular figure in the capital and is sought after by countless rich families. Has anyone ever humiliated him like this?
What's more, Ye Fan is just a loser.
Thinking of this, Wang Shaoyu's face became more and more gloomy. He stared at Ye Fan, snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "You brat! Since you dare to seek death, you can't blame me!"
"Chen Cheng! Go up and capture him!"
Wang Shaoyu ordered coldly with a black face.
"Yes! Mr. Wang!"
At this time, Chen Cheng nodded, and then took a step forward. With a look of contempt on his face, he smiled jokingly at Ye Fan: "You brat! You met me today. You are unlucky."
!Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Ye Fan asked while smoking a cigarette, as if he didn't take Chen Cheng seriously. To him, the Chen Cheng in front of him was just an ant.
Does crushing an ant to death give you a sense of accomplishment?
No sense of accomplishment at all!
"Because I learned from Mr. Liu, the master of Baguazhang in Beijing! I have practiced martial arts with him since I was a child. Now that I have just mastered martial arts, I can crush you! Hahahaha——"
As he spoke, Chen Cheng's face was filled with a strong sense of pride and arrogance, as if in his eyes, Ye Fan was just a waste.
"Baguazhang?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and laughed contemptuously, "Haha! I think you haven't mastered Ba Gua Zhang yet?"
"Bold maniac!"
"Today, I will let you see if I have mastered my Baguazhang practice!"
Hearing this, Chen Cheng became angry. His feet suddenly exerted force, and his whole body rushed towards Ye Fan like an arrow from a string.
"Suffer death!"
The next moment, Chen Cheng suddenly punched out. The edge of his fist was carrying a fierce wind, and he punched out with a bang.
As he spoke, an extremely powerful wave of air swept out, and the air seemed to be distorted and exploded by this palm.
Seeing this, Ye Fan, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but grinned. He still had no intention of evading. Instead, he stretched out his left hand and hit Chen Cheng with a Bagua Palm.
"boom!"
After a muffled sound, Ye Fan didn't move at all, while Chen Cheng staggered back four or five steps before he could steady himself, his right arm was shaking violently, and his face was full of horror.
"How is it possible?! I was actually blocked?"
Chen Cheng's heart was filled with huge waves and he was extremely shocked.
You know, he just tried his best! But he didn't expect that he didn't even hurt Mark's hair!
However, at this moment, a bright smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then he sneered with disdain and said: "Old man, it seems that your martial arts is really not perfect!"