Shen Qianshan ignored Xiong Tiannan, stepped forward, stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "Boy, where did this holy object come from?"
"Holy object?"
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "It seems you recognize this thing."
This also shows that the dog beating stick is really powerful and authoritative.
"Stop talking nonsense, where did this holy object come from?"
Shen Qianshan's voice deepened: "If you don't tell me, your life will be at risk."
"A few days ago, I joined the Zhonghai Martial Arts Alliance as a martial arts consultant. This dog beating stick was a meeting gift given to me by President Huang Feihu."
Ye Fan did not hide anything, and spoke openly: "He said that he would hit thirty-six presidents of the Wushu Alliance and three hundred thousand disciples of the Wushu Alliance."
"President Shen, I wonder if what President Huang said is true?"
Shen Qianshan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly remembered that Huang Feihu had a dog beating stick in his hand, but he never expected that Huang Feihu gave it to Ye Fan.
The most important thing is that Ye Fan is still a disciple of the Wumeng League, which means that Ye Fan obtained it legally and has the authority to use the dog-beating stick.
With the dog-beating stick in hand, how could President Shen still dare to touch Ye Fan?
"President Shen, I have a question for you."
Ye Fan could see the change in Shen Qianshan's expression: "Can this dog-beating stick be able to beat thirty-six presidents at the top and three hundred thousand disciples at the bottom?"
Shen Qianshan looked gloomy and did not respond.
Xiong Tiannan couldn't help shouting: "Ye Fan, why did you beat a dog with a stick and beat a cow with a stick? How long has it been since? Are you still so old-fashioned?"
Several female companions also drew back their legs and straightened their backs, mocking Ye Fan for being childish and holding a stick to show off his power.
"It doesn't work? Really? Then I'll try."
Ye Fan smiled indifferently, and then raised his hand suddenly.
He hit a martial arts disciple on the face with a stick, drawing a bloody streak directly from his face.
The disciples of the Martial Alliance screamed, covered their cheeks and took a step back.
His eyes were full of anger, but he didn't dare to rush forward and fight back.
"Papa-"
Ye Fan didn't stop, and threw out two more sticks with his backhand, knocking over two other martial arts disciples.
There was also a blood mark on their faces, dripping with blood, and extremely miserable. They no longer looked as ferocious as when they besieged Ye Fan.
Several martial arts disciples retreated subconsciously, and Ye Fan used the dog-beating stick:
"Don't move!"
Several people did not dare to run away for a moment, and could only stand there with grief and anger.
"It seems to be of some use."
Ye Fan moved forward, firing his bow from left to right, knocking the disciples of the Wu League who were blocking the way to the ground.
All of them had blood dripping from their faces and were in severe pain. Their eyes were full of grief and anger, and they wanted to kill Ye Fan.
They also firmly believed that they could defeat Ye Fan with one punch, but they were pinned down by the dog-beating stick.
Nine thousand years old, that is an existence they dare not disobey.
Henry Zhang and the others were stunned. They never imagined that this dog-beating stick was so authoritative that the children of the Martial Alliance did not dare to resist.
Xiong Tiannan's eyelids beat uncontrollably,
The sense of security brought by grandpa was shaken for the first time.
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan raised his hand and whipped away the last martial arts disciple, and then stood in front of Shen Qianshan with a gloomy face.
Shen Qianshan shouted word by word: "Ye Fan, don't bully others too much."
Ye Fan had no nonsense: "Kneel down!"
Kneel down?
Everyone at the scene was almost dizzy, so Shen Qianshan was asked to kneel down? Is this Ye Fan out of his mind, or does he really not know how to live or die?
Why should a little doctor make a president of the Wu Meng kneel down?
Could it be that a dog-beating stick could still deter Shen Qianshan?
Henry Zhang and his female companions didn’t believe it.
Shen Qianshan's eyes widened angrily: "Ye Fan! Enough is enough!"
"Kneel down!"
Ye Fan held up the dog-beating stick, stared at Shen Qianshan and said, "Are you going to violate the rules of the martial alliance?"
Shen Qianshan was furious. Rules were nothing, Huang Feihu was nothing, and the dog-beating stick was even more childish. He could break it into a pile of slag with one hand.
But he didn't dare.
The words "nine thousand years old" were like Mount Tai, suppressing his energy and anger.
Offending Huang Feihu and the others was nothing, but offending Jiu Qiansui, he was only afraid of having his head thrown to the ground.
"Kneel down!"
Ye Fan's voice became indifferent.
"thump!"
Shen Qianshan finally lowered his proud head, gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, trembling slightly, slowly bent his knees, and knelt in front of Ye Fan.
The entire audience was in a daze, and countless people rubbed their eyes.
The arrogant President Nanling, a master of the Xuan Realm, stood up for Xiong Tiannan with all his might, but ended up kneeling in front of his son-in-law.
Is Shen Qianshan too incompetent, or is Ye Fan too crazy?
But no matter what, Shen Qianshan knelt in front of Mark.
The next scene shocked everyone's attention.
"Snapped!"
"This stick is to punish you for your arrogant attitude and to discredit the martial alliance."
"Snapped!"
"This stick is to punish you for not distinguishing right from wrong, for being ignorant and protecting your shortcomings."
"Snapped!"
"This stick is to punish you for bullying the weak and the innocent..."
Ye Fan didn't stop, he hit Shen Qianshan with seven sticks, one after another, hitting Shen Qianshan on the back.
There was a crackling sound, and the stick was bleeding.
Although Shen Qianshan is a master of martial arts, these seven blows still made his eyes hurt and his body swayed.
Everyone could see that Shen Qianshan was extremely angry, but under the beating stick, he never dared to rebound.
Everyone was stunned, confused and frightened.
President Nanling was beaten like a dog. No one would believe him if he told him.
It was clear who was strong and who was weak. Shen Qianshan was reduced to the sad state of kneeling down, and the group of people cheering for Xiong Tiannan suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
They moved quietly, trying to keep a distance from Xiong Tiannan, appearing not to be very familiar with him.
Xiong Tiannan and Zhang Xuan were endlessly aggrieved and wished they could strangle Ye Fan to death. How could it be so difficult to step on a little doctor?
However, their eyes quickly became crazy. They believed that Shen Qianshan would do anything to retaliate against Ye Fan if he was so embarrassed today.
Xiong Tiannan knew all about Shen Qianshan's methods. He could guarantee that within a month, grandpa would wipe out Ye Fan's entire family.
"I'll give you seven sticks, will you accept it?"
After drawing seven sticks, Ye Fan looked at Shen Qianshan and spoke.
Shen Qianshan's eyes were filled with resentment, and he was still feeling aggrieved, but facing Ye Fan's fierce gaze, he could only nod:
"Clothes."
He would have no worries about having no firewood to burn the green hills, and he would soon get back today's revenge from Ye Fan.
The blood stained on Shen Qianshan's hands could not be washed away for three days and three nights.
Ye Fan looked at Shen Qianshan and smiled: "I don't think you are convinced. If you have the chance, you will definitely take revenge on me."
Shen Qianshan clenched his fists tightly and said: "I'm convinced, I'm really convinced."
"Clothes?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Okay, then I will destroy you."
He suddenly took action without warning and kicked Shen Qianshan in the dantian.
Shen Qianshan instinctively reacted to dodge, but he was kneeling, half a beat slower than Ye Fan.
As soon as he moved halfway, he felt a sudden shock in his Dantian, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and all his strength fell apart.
His clenched fists were half-opened uncontrollably.
Then, he fell heavily to the ground, with a trace of pain on his face.
Shen Qianshan was furious: "Ye Fan, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, I just blew up your Dantian."
Ye Fan said indifferently: "I will make you convinced forever."
Without this beating, Shen Qianshan would have shouted that he would be beaten to death, but now with seven more sticks and kneeling down, Shen Qianshan was 100% determined to take revenge.
Sooner or later, the two sides were at odds with each other, and Ye Fan simply took the opportunity to destroy Shen Qianshan.
It is a hundred times easier to deal with a useless person than to deal with a profound master.
"Asshole——"
Shen Qianshan roared angrily and tried to struggle, but found that his steps were shaky and his breathing was short.
He was frightened and angry. He raised his hands and exhaled in an attempt to gather his strength. However, he found that the gathered strength was lost in a whoosh.
He shook twice and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes desperate:
"Shu Zi, shameless."
"Huang Sanzhong, break the limbs of Xiong Tiannan and others and drive them out of Zhonghai."
Ye Fan didn't even look at Shen Qianshan, he turned around and kicked Xiong Tiannan away...
