Chapter 1570: Beating the Wind and Laughing Maniacally
Thinking of Ye Tian's punch that turned complex things into simplicity, Fei Qing felt an unstoppable feeling in his heart.
In desperation, he could only punch him forward, and the two fists met again, and they fought hard.
Originally, Fei Qing still held on to his previous impression, thinking that he and Ye Tian had similar cultivation levels, and that even if they couldn't defeat each other, they would still suffer.
But as soon as he touched the opponent's fist, an unrivaled force suddenly came over like a tide, instantly smashing his palm to pieces, and then his whole person was hit like a cannonball and flew backwards.
out.
At this moment, his heart was filled with horror. Only then did he realize that Ye Tian had not exerted his full strength before, but he was actually at the level of the Great Perfection of the Martial Saint.
"How can this be?"
He was really shocked. Even in the entire Yunxia Mountain, there had never been such a young evildoer.
As for Ye Tian, he was not given a chance to be shocked at all. Since his elder brother had given the order, he had to carry it out to the letter.
Just as Fei Qing's body flew back, he reached out and grabbed his ankle, and then threw him to the ground like a broken sack.
Fei Qing was already knocked out by the powerful punch, but before he could gather it, he lost half of his life again.
Immediately afterwards, there were two crisp cracking sounds from his legs, and a heartbreaking pain came, and his two legs were suddenly stepped on.
"I'll fight you!"
Fei Qing was so furious that his legs were crippled, and he punched Ye Tian's lower abdomen with both fists.
According to his idea, even if he died, he would die with the other party, but unfortunately things were completely different from what he thought.
Although his fists hit the opponent's lower abdomen, it was like hitting a steel plate or hitting a big mountain.
Not only did it fail to hurt Ye Tian at all, it didn't even make him shake.
"This...body-refining monk?"
Fei Qing was once again extremely shocked. There were very few body-refining cultivators who could reach the Great Perfection of the Holy Level, and yet he encountered them.
At this moment, Ye Tian's hands had already grasped his wrist, and then there were two more cracking sounds of bones, and both arms were destroyed.
"ah!"
Fei Qing screamed in agony. As a strong man in the late stage of the Martial Saint, he never thought that one day he would have his limbs amputated.
Situ Changkong and An Daoquan next to them were also completely dumbfounded. This was a strong man from the hidden sect, a master at the level of a martial saint. How could he be abolished like this?
Who is this young man? How can he have such super strength?
Ye Tian didn't care what others thought. After completing the task assigned by his elder brother, he kicked Fei Qing in the abdomen, kicked him out, and fell in front of Feng Xiaokuang with a thump.
"I……"
Feng Xiaokuang was completely dumbfounded. As the young sect leader of Yunxia Mountain and a strong man of the hidden sect, before he came down from the mountain, he never thought that he would lose to a person from the secular world.
A few days ago, he had always had a condescending mentality, treating people in the secular world like ants, and felt that when he stepped out of Yunxia Mountain, he was like a god descending to earth, possessing incomparable strength and winning countless respects.
But what he saw now broke his illusion. First, the ninth elder was deposed, and now the fifth elder also had his limbs broken.
"Boy, are you crazy? How dare you touch someone from Yunxia Mountain!"
Feng Xiaokuang roared crazily at Ye Bufan and the two of them, and even now he still has a condescending mentality.
"What? There's something wrong with your eyes, can't you see clearly?" Ye Bufan said and walked towards him, "Since you can't see clearly, I'll prove it to you again!"
"Boy, what are you going to do?"
Seeing Ye Bufan walking over, Feng Xiaokuang involuntarily took two steps back.
Although he is arrogant and arrogant, he is not a fool. Even Fei Qing, who is in the late stage of Martial Saint, is no match for him. Besides, he is in the early stage of Martial Saint.
"Let me tell you, I am the young sect leader of Yunxia Mountain. My father is the sect leader Feng Qianli, a strong man in the imperial realm. If you dare to touch me, you will be completely ruined..."
In desperation, this guy could only move his father and Yunxiashan behind him, trying to scare the other party, but it obviously had no effect. What greeted him was a huge slap in the face.
There was a snap, and the slap directly shattered the body's protective energy. The whole person flew ten meters away, hit the wall with a bang, and then spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth.
"You...you dare to really hit me. You are dead. I am the young master of Yunxia Mountain..."
Feng Xiaokuang got up from the ground and his eyes were blazing with anger. He grew up in Yunxia Mountain since he was a child, and has always been protected by the aura of the sect leader.
Usually no one in the sect would dare to disobey him, let alone get beaten.
Now that Ye Bufan was beaten like a dog, his heart was filled with humiliation and anger.
"Is this the young master?"
Ye Bufan smiled coldly, and then slapped him with a big mouth.
"You bastard, you are dead, I declare you are dead..."
Feng Xiaokuang roared angrily, and the one who responded to him was another big mouth. After being hit more than ten times in a row, this guy slowly realized the reality and finally shut his mouth honestly.
Ye Bufan came to him again: "How is it? Do you know now? Do I dare to hit you?"
At this moment, Feng Xiaokuang had been completely beaten until his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head.
He shouted in a stern voice, "What on earth do you want?"
"That's a good question!" Ye Bufan said, "Whether you are a hidden sect or someone from Yunxia Mountain, it's just a matter of coming to propose marriage, but to rob someone by force is simply an unforgivable crime.
For someone like you, is it not too much for me to break your legs?"
"Junior, if you dare to touch my young master, Yunxia Mountain will not let you go..."
Fei Qing, who was next to him, originally wanted to stop him, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked out by Ye Tian.
Feng Xiaokuang looked at Ye Bufan who was walking over, and shouted in horror: "You...you...how dare you, I am the young sect leader of Yunxia Mountain, and my father is the sect leader Feng Qianli, a strong man in the imperial realm..."
"Okay, you don't need to repeat it. My memory is very good, so there is no need to say it a second time."
Ye Bufan interrupted him directly, "No matter who it is, if you do something wrong, you will have to bear the consequences. Even the King of Heaven can't do it, let alone you bullshit Yunxiashan."
After he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and Feng Xiaokeng kicked both of his legs off.
"ah!"
Although Feng Xiaokuang had already stepped onto the threshold of the Martial Saint level, he was still a playboy who had never experienced any hardship. Now that his legs were broken, he immediately began to howl like a slaughtered pig.
Both Situ Changkong and An Dao's expressions changed. They didn't expect that Ye Bufan would do it as soon as he said it, and actually break Feng Xiaokuang's leg.
They hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.
The four bodyguards from the Pu family brought by Feng Xiaokuang were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they all stood there shivering.
They are just ordinary people. Even the strong men in Yunxia Mountain were beaten like dogs, so how could they have the courage to take action?
Ye Bufan didn't bother to argue with these people. He waved his hand and said, "Take these two and get out of here!"
The four bodyguards immediately felt as if they had received an amnesty. They picked up Feng Xiaokuang and Fei Qing and ran out quickly.
