The golden light pattern envelops Qin Fan with the powerful nine-fold fist power of Mr. Zhao.
At that moment, everyone around him felt that the exposed skin hurt like a knife, and many people couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands.
Even Ye Qingcheng looked shocked.
The power of this punch is really too strong.
Qin Fan's face was unusually serious. He stretched out his hand and a red light rushed out instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic and domineering imperial aura swept across the entire audience, and Qin Fan's entire aura changed instantly.
He is like an emperor patrolling the world, with supreme majesty.
He glanced at the spirit Yun on the Chixiao Sword that had been suppressed by several percent, chose to ignore it, and chopped it off with one sword.
boom!
The tables and chairs in the hall were directly struck into pieces by a sword energy, and the teacups placed on them also clanged and fell to pieces.
The cyan fist, which contained all the power of Mr. Zhao's nine-fold fist power and spiritual seal, was smashed to pieces by the Chixiao Sword, which exuded the aura of the emperor.
Mr. Zhao himself was also slashed away with a sword, hit hard against the hard vermilion doorframe, and then fell down while vomiting blood.
However, Qin Fan frowned slightly and was a little dissatisfied with this result.
"It's a pity. If it weren't for the spiritual essence that bound the Chixiao Sword with this weird formation pattern, he would definitely be dead after this sword strike."
Ye Wusheng looked ecstatic: "Grandpa, he won, that's great!"
Ye Liuyun finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "We won, Mr. Qin is really strong!"
Zhao Yulong's face looked a little ugly, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes when he looked at Qin Fan.
Everyone behind him also had shocked faces. It was obvious that this result was beyond their expectations.
Zhao Desheng helped Mr. Zhao up with a look of horror on his face: "Sir, how are you?"
"fine!"
Mr. Zhao suppressed the surging energy and blood in his body, stood up, and looked at Qin Fan in surprise: "You have actually entered the fourth level?"
In the warrior system, the fifth level is the master of transformation. As for the fourth level, Qin Fan doesn't know what level it is.
However, he knew very well that he had not yet entered the fourth level. According to the martial artist system, he was now in the early stage of the Sword Raising Realm, which was equivalent to a minor achievement in the Transformation Realm.
However, his strength is stronger than that of a martial arts master at the peak of transformation.
Qin Fan did not answer, but asked: "What is the fourth level of a warrior?"
Mr. Zhao frowned slightly, carefully observed Qin Fan's expression, and found that he did not seem to be faking: "You don't know what the fourth level is? It seems that you really haven't entered the fourth level."
"But why are you so powerful?"
Qin Fan said calmly: "Because my cultivation method is different from yours."
"Oh?" Mr. Zhao's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible greed, and he glanced at Ye Qingcheng behind Qin Fan.
"No wonder she was able to reach the peak of transformation after only practicing for half a year. It seems that your cultivation technique should be very powerful."
Mr. Zhao suddenly smiled and said: "Boy, you must be curious about why your strength was weakened for no reason when you fought with me just now, right?"
Qin Fan didn't know what he wanted to do, so he nodded and said, "I'm just curious. The formation patterns on your body are a bit weird."
"Haha, that's not a formation pattern, but a spiritual seal." Mr. Zhao laughed.
"Do you want to have such a spiritual seal? This thing is extremely rare, even your Kyoto War God Yang Dingtian doesn't have it."
Qin Fan smiled strangely: "If it is so precious, why are you willing to give it to me?"
Mr. Zhao chuckled: "Of course I have conditions."
He looked around and said, "There are a lot of people talking here. Come out with me. As long as you do one thing for me, I can tell you the secret of the spirit seal."
"Okay." Qin Fan wanted to see what tricks he was playing.
Mr. Zhao stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Please!"
Ye Shixun looked at Qin Fan and whispered: "Be careful."
"Yes." Qin Fan nodded and walked towards the door.
However, just when Qin Fan walked to Mr. Zhao, he suddenly rushed towards Qin Fan's position.
"Haha, boy, you were fooled!"
Mr. Zhao's full strength exploded, coupled with the sudden attack, when Ye Qingcheng was completely unprepared, he blocked Ye Qingcheng's cultivation and clasped one hand on Ye Qingcheng's white neck and shins.
The sudden change occurred, and everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.
"Sister!" Ye Wusheng exclaimed and quickly covered his mouth, fearing that Mr. Zhao would see him.
"Don't hurt my daughter!" Ye Shixun shouted deeply.
Mr. Zhao waved his hand and a force directly knocked Ye Shixun away: "Hmph, be honest, I won't hurt her."
"Otherwise, I won't be polite!"
Zhao Desheng looked panicked and seemed a little confused as to what was going on.
He asked Mr. Zhao to help him in boxing, but he only threatened the Ye family to send Ye Qingcheng, a martial arts genius, to their Zhao family. They never thought of harming Ye Qingcheng.
But the current situation is obviously out of their control.
"Mr. Zhao, why are you doing this?" Zhao Desheng asked puzzledly.
Zhao Yulong could not maintain his gentle and elegant appearance, and said with an ugly face: "Mr. Zhao, your behavior has crossed the line!"
Mr. Zhao sneered: "You don't have to worry about me, just watch from the side."
He ignored Zhao Yulong and the two, but looked at Qin Fan and sneered: "Boy, even I only have the right to use such an important thing as the spiritual seal, how can I give it to you!"
"I'm just looking for an excuse to lure you here so that I can catch her and exchange her for your cultivation skills."
Ye Qingcheng's cold eyes revealed a look of determination: "You're dreaming! Do you think my life is worth exchanging my skills for?"
Mr. Zhao smirked: "Hehe, although he is powerful, he is still just a passionate young man. Since ancient times, heroes have always had a hard time with beauty, let alone a peerless beauty like you!"
"I believe he will change, otherwise he wouldn't offend the four super aristocratic families for your sake."
Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but glance at Qin Fan, and an uncontrollable expectation arose in his heart: Will he really trade his skills for me?
Xia Zhu quickly ran to Qin Fan and said urgently: "Qin Fan, give him the skills quickly, it's important to save the young lady!"
Qin Fan ignored Xia Zhu and stared at Mr. Zhao with eyes as dark as the night sky, which made people shudder.
"I hate it the most when others threaten me, especially my family and friends."
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense! Boy, if you dare to take one step forward, I will let her die!" Mr. Zhao suddenly exerted force and tightened his grip on Ye Qingcheng's neck.
At this moment, an indifferent and ethereal voice sounded.
"Void Forbidden!"
Immediately afterwards, a domineering imperial aura filled the hall.
The Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao and the Red Sky Sword are executed at the same time.
"You'll regret it!"
Seeing that Qin Fan didn't care about Ye Qingcheng's life or death, Mr. Zhao's face became ferocious and he killed him violently.
A desperate bitter smile appeared on Ye Qingcheng's lips, and she felt secretly disappointed in her heart.
However, Mr. Zhao suddenly discovered that his fingers could not move at all, as if someone had cast a restraining spell.
He could only watch helplessly as his arm was chopped off by a sword.