This is definitely a spectacle. I am afraid that no one in the world except Ye Fan dares to take such a risk.
Ye Fan doesn't have any tools.
Just one hand pressed against the glass wall, like a suction cup, causing him to hold on to the tall building and fall.
"Boy, how do you mitigate the impact?"
"If you fall to the ground at such a fast speed, you will definitely die. No one will survive, I said so!"
Wu Xingyun's voice was low.
Ye Fan had no expression on his face. When he was thirty meters away from the ground, he roared violently, and veins bulged in the hand holding the glass exterior wall.
Powerful power surged out.
"Bang!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion.
The glass wall on the 30th floor below the Lingxiao Hotel shattered and exploded, turning into a rain of glass all over the sky.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, caught the reaction force and offset the impact of the fall.
He flipped around in the air a few times and landed firmly on the ground, but the floor tiles under his feet burst and his feet sank into the ground.
"Pah, pah, pah."
There was silence for a few seconds, and thunderous applause resounded through the sky.
All the rich people witnessed the miracle, everyone was cheering for Ye Fan, everyone was in great admiration and awe, and even some fanatics knelt down and shouted hysterically.
Wu Xingyun's face was grim.
This is the second time in my life that I am so solemn.
The first time was when he met the Master of the Martial Arts Temple many years ago. He felt terrible oppression and knew that he was far inferior to the Master of the Martial Arts Temple.
Now, it was the second time that he was so solemn, as if facing a powerful enemy.
This is not because he thinks that Ye Fan is as powerful as the master of the Martial Arts Temple, but Wu Xingyun feels that Ye Fan is a very respectable opponent who must not be underestimated. Once he is underestimated, he will be doomed.
"Master Ye is mighty."
On the 108th floor, Kong Yunsheng and others could not help but clenched their fists and shouted.
Qin Luoyin glanced coldly at the petrified Qin Hanlin, and said proudly: "Qin Hanlin, have you seen it? Do you still feel that Brother Ye has no room to fight back when facing the elder Wu?"
Qin Hanlin's palms were sweating, but he had absolute confidence in Wu Xingyun.
because.
Wu Xingyun is among the top five masters in the martial arts world.
"It's just a little trick."
Qin Hanlin snorted disdainfully.
Qin Luoyin said: "In that case, let's wait and see. Our fate depends on Brother Ye Fan and Elder Wu."
On the Jinyu River, the cold wind howled and the waves surged.
Ye Fan walked to the shore.
Wu Xingyun's white hair was fluttering, his purple robe was rustling, and he solemnly said: "You are Ye Fan, very good, beyond my expectation. I thought you were a gangster, but I didn't expect you to be a great master."
"Kill the great elder of Shen Sect?"
"That's right, I'm Wu Xingyun."
Wu Xingyun's breath swelled, he parted from the water, and shouted: "Ye Fan, don't say much, let's have a fight."
"I think so too."
Ye Fan rushed towards the Jinyu River like a leopard.
Like a witch walking in the clouds, he walked across the river and came to the center of the Jinyu River and stood there on the river, motionless despite being beaten by the strong wind and waves.
Wu Xingyun was frightened again.
"Boom boom boom."
In an instant, the momentum exploded.
The so-called momentum, for the master, is the sense of oppression caused by Gangqi.
The aura visible to the naked eye on Wu Xingyun's body was flowing like a giant stick, stirring the Jinyu River.
The strong energy is released.
This is the mark of a master.
But masters with different backgrounds naturally have different strengths. The aura revealed by Wu Xingyun is condensed, powerful and thick.
If the new master's Qi is like a rope, Wu Xingyun's Qi is like a big pillar.
No wonder, with such a strong energy level, how could the Jinyu River not be disturbed.
"Look."
In the Lingxiao Hotel, the wealthy people opened their eyes wide.
Around Wu Xingyun, water columns rose slowly, one meter, two meters, three meters... five meters, ten meters...
Eventually, it skyrocketed to thirty meters.
The nine water pillars are like nine Optimus Primes, standing behind Wu Xingyun, making him look like a god of war.
At this moment.
Wu Xingyun's white hair stood on end, his eyes were like lightning, his sharp eyes pierced the void, fell on Ye Fan, and shouted coldly: "Ye Fan, let me see your background, I hope you won't let me down."