Chapter four hundred and sixtieth the crime of fighting
The next morning, the Nanling Military League announced that it would accept Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's battle.
As soon as this announcement came out, all martial arts circles were in an uproar.
Except for the children of the Nanling Martial League, everyone else thought Ye Fan was crazy.
A branch president, a young man in his twenties, dared to challenge Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru?
This is no longer about eating the gall of a leopard, but rather not knowing whether to live or die.
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru has been famous for many years. When Ye Fan was still nursing, he was the rising star of Yang Kingdom's martial arts. What could Ye Fan do to challenge him?
Overestimating one's own abilities and not knowing the heights of the world, countless voices of doubt and ridicule spread.
When people outside expressed their disapproval of Ye Fan, Ye Fan was staying in Feilong Villa to practice in seclusion.
Although his morale was high and he responded to the battle, it did not mean that he was sure of victory, so he took the time to practice.
"Tai Chi Sutra" has nine levels in total. Now Ye Fan has only completed the second level and has not entered the third level.
He hoped that there would be some progress this week, so that he would be more confident against Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru.
At the same time, Ye Fan lamented the awesomeness of "Tai Chi Sutra". After practicing the first level, you will reach the yellow realm, and the second level will reach the mysterious realm, then the third level will most likely reach the earth realm...
If you complete all the cultivation, you may be able to walk around in this world.
Thinking of this, he became a little more excited and settled down to practice the "Tai Chi Sutra".
A few hours later, Ye Fan's body was shaken, his eyes opened, and he found that his whole body was covered with another layer of dirt.
My mind and body are much purer than before, but I still haven't entered the third level. This makes Ye Fan a little regretful, but he doesn't force it, and stops when it's appropriate.
"bite--"
Just when Ye Fan walked to the hall after taking a shower, the phone rang suddenly. He put on his earphones to answer it. After a while, his expression changed.
Ye Fan threw the towel on the sofa, said hello to Miao Fenglang and Su Xier, and then took Dugu Shang to the Nanling Martial League.
Shen Dongxing called, and Murong Sanqian, the law enforcement elder at the Wumeng headquarters, brought people to Nanling.
As soon as the old guy arrived at Nanling, he made a show of force, whipped Wang Dongshan and Xue Ruyi, and even temporarily took over the Nanling Martial League.
Ye Fan didn't know their purpose, but he wouldn't let them act like this.
The car soon arrived at the Nanling Martial League. Ye Fan took Dugu Shang out and was soon greeted by Shen Dongxing.
"Brother Fan, you are finally here."
Shen Dongxing said anxiously: "If you don't come here, I guess the old guy will demolish this place."
As Ye Fan moved forward, he asked, "What's the background of this old man?"
Although he is the president, he only has good friends with Jiu Qiansui and Huang Feihu. He is not familiar with the structure of the martial alliance, and he has no friendship with any of the elders.
In his mind, Murong Sanqian was no different from Old Man Yuan.
Shen Dongxing quickly lowered his voice and reported:
"Murong Sanqian, one of the elders of the Martial Alliance and the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, specializes in dealing with children who have violated family laws."
"His skills are average, but his qualifications are high. He was one of the first people to prepare for the establishment of the Martial Arts Alliance. He especially likes to rely on his elders and sell them."
"This guy had a conflict with my father before, so he has always disliked the Nanling Martial Arts League. Every time he inspects, he either finds this fault or another."
"My father spent a lot of money to deal with him, but the money was not given to him, but to Nangong Xiong and the others. This made Murong Sanqian hate Nanling even more."
"It is rumored that after my father passed away, he has been working hard and hoped that his nephew Murong Feixiong would be the president. But you parachuted in and interrupted his thoughts."
He added: "So he has long been dissatisfied with you as the president."
Ye Fan interrupted Shen Dongxing's hesitation: "What reason does he have to come here to act wild..."
Shen Dongxing whispered: "You accept the challenge..."
Ye Fan frowned: "What about accepting the challenge?"
While talking, the two of them had already entered the Martial Alliance Hall.
The hall with sandalwood burning was as solemn as ever, but today there was a hint of blood.
In the field of vision, there were five people kneeling on the hard floor, namely Xue Ruyi, Wang Dongshan, Huang Tianjiao, Huang Sanzhong, and Kuang Xiong.
Their teeth were clenched, their knees were not only kneeled with toe press plates, but their backs were also whipped with canes.
Drenched with blood and scarred.
There were five men in yellow standing behind, holding paper towels and gently wiping the rattan.
Behind him, on the main seat where Ye Fan sat, sat a short, fat old man with a goatee, playing with two walnuts in his hand, with a look of contempt on his face.
High and above.
There is no doubt that he is Murong Sanqian.
On both sides of Murong Sanqian, there were several young female disciples standing, some crossing their chests, some curling their lips, looking at Xue Ruyi and the others jokingly.
gloat.
The highlight of the Law Enforcement Hall is to enforce family law against these key members.
"Ye Fan, why don't you kneel down?"
Before Ye Fan could get angry, Murong Sanqian had already looked over.
Being able to lock onto Ye Fan at a glance means that he has obviously done enough homework on Ye Fan.
Several female disciples also stared at Ye Fanjiao and shouted: "Kneel down!"
"Kneel down?"
Ye Fan walked in with his hands behind his back and stared at Murong Sanqian with cold eyes: "Why?"
"Boy, why are you talking to Elder Murong?"
A woman with almond-shaped eyes shouted: "Believe it or not, I will smash your mouth?"
"Why?"
Murong Sanqian waved his hand to stop the almond-eyed woman, and looked at Ye Fan and said slowly: "I am the elder of the law enforcement, and I am the elder of the martial alliance."
Ye Fan stepped forward unhurriedly: "Elder law enforcement, ask, what rule did I break that warrants me to kneel down and be punished?"
Xue Ruyi and the others wanted to give advice, but gave up the idea when they saw Ye Fan's attitude. They knew that Ye Fan was unhappy.
"What mistake did you make? Don't you know yet?"
Murong Sanqian slapped the table and shouted: "Don't pretend to be crazy or act stupid for me, or your crime will be increased."
Ye Fan said indifferently: "I really don't know, please ask Elder Murong to clarify."
Before Murong Sanqian could respond, the almond-eyed woman became angry:
"Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru issued a letter of challenge. If you accept the challenge without permission, this is a mistake and this is a crime."
"Do you think that taking on the challenge is your business alone?"
"wrong!"
"You are the president of Nanling. If you lose this battle, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, but you will disgrace the Martial Alliance and the entire China."
"At that time, martial arts all over the world will ridicule us for not knowing how high the sky is and how high we are, and they will even more despise China's martial arts for being vulnerable."
"Tell me, should I punish you?"
"Wang Dongshan and Xue Ruyi, as the backbone of the Nanling Martial League, did not stop you from overestimating your capabilities and accepting the challenge. They will also be dealt with according to the family law."
"Ye Fan, I advise you to kneel down quickly, accept Elder Murong's punishment, and then publicly declare that the challenge is invalid."
"Otherwise, we will stab you three times and six holes today, and then take you back to Longdu Water Prison for three years."
She looked at Mark with contempt: "Why don't you kneel down? Do you want us to take action?"
Several female companions also looked at Ye Fan jokingly, and none of them thought that this boy had any ability. He could be parachuted in to be the president, and he was probably used as cannon fodder at nine thousand years old.
Murong Sanqian didn't speak, he just sat in Ye Fan's seat and drank tea leisurely.
What the almond-eyed woman meant was what he meant.
The almond-eyed woman sneered and looked at Ye Fan: "If you don't kneel down, we will get angry."
"Not to mention that it's my business whether to accept or not to challenge, nor that there are always winners and losers in martial arts competitions..."
Ye Fan looked at Murong Sanqian and the others with cold eyes: "Just say one thing, how can you conclude that I will lose this battle?"
"You are a young boy, why do you call Mr. Itamiyamoto?"
The almond-eyed woman raised her eyebrows: "You probably can't even defeat me..."
