"The Great Xia Martial Arts Grandmaster is indeed powerful, but that's all. That would disappoint me."
"Don't worry, it will excite you."
Ye Fan spoke calmly and walked towards Meng Xiu.
With every step he takes, his momentum increases.
This is, stepping on the sky.
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Ye Fan's aura was rising steadily. When he took the sixth step, the entire aura returned to normal and doubled in height.
Audiences outside the martial arts arena all felt stuffy and breathless.
Meng Xiu, who was in the center of the oppression, was sweating like rain. He seemed to be carrying a towering mountain on his shoulders. His legs were trembling and his knees were about to bend.
Damn it!
Meng Xiu roared in his heart.
He is the eldest prince, the future prince. If he is forced to kneel down here, he will lose face.
"Roar."
Meng Xiu shouted repeatedly to stimulate the potential of his body.
He straightened his back, rushed towards Ye Fan, and punched with his raised hand. This punch contained strength and anger, and the air made an explosion sound.
Puff puff.
This punch was as powerful as a rainbow.
Everyone's eyes were attracted.
Ye Fan squinted his eyes, concentrated on it, and punched Meng Xiu.
"puff!"
Meng Xiu was beaten away.
Spurting out blood, a bit embarrassed.
Ye Fan also took a few steps back, his arms were sore and numb, that's all.
call!
Just when Ye Fan thought that Meng Xiu would become furious and go crazy, Meng Xiu's breath calmed down and he regained his composure.
"What a great master of martial arts. Although I have become a master of Henglian, I am still no match for you. I am willing to be defeated."
Give up?
Ye Fan was stunned.
Suddenly, a prince stood up and praised: "The eldest prince has a broad mind and is a role model for our generation."
"A man who can bend and stretch can afford to lose!"
"good!"
Wow.
Thunderous applause rang out, everyone was complimenting Meng Xiu.
Ye Fan was thoughtful and somewhat incomprehensible. He returned to Meng Yi and said softly: "That Meng Xiu is very scheming!"
Meng Yi asked: "Brother Ye, I thought he would use some trump card, but I didn't expect this result. Isn't this the magic medicine sold in Meng Xiu's Gourd?"
Ye Fan was also confused.
The banquet is still going on, and there are still people sparring in the martial arts arena.
The princes, princesses, and princes drank and drank.
An hour later, the clan leader ordered Meng Han to leave.
Meng Li left immediately.
But before leaving, he walked to Meng Xiu coldly and whispered: "The clan order can only protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime. I will hand over the evidence to the king and ask the king to make a decision."
After saying that, Meng Li walked away.
Looking at Meng Li's back, the depths of Meng Xiu's eyes were filled with coldness and even a trace of murderous intent.
Late at night, Ye Fan and Meng Yi returned to their house and found that Meng Li was also here, talking to Meng Fei about something.
"Si Guan, why don't you go back at such a late hour?" Meng Yi asked casually, then frowned and said: "Tonight things developed completely differently than expected. Si Guan, has Zongren Ling already stated his support for Meng Xiu?
"
Meng Li shook his head.
Then, he said inscrutably: "Actually, the direction of tonight's events is exactly as Meng Han and I expected."