If the smoke is extinguished and you don't die, will you be considered a winner?
Ye Wujiu's words immediately angered the ugly old man, and he laughed wildly at the sky:
"If you say this to me, you are seeking death!"
After finishing speaking, he took a step forward with his right foot and waved his hands towards Ye Wujiu.
Nine samurai swords disappeared in a flash.
The sword light shone brightly in Ye Wujiu's eyes.
Ye Wujiu blew the ashes and said, "You have some moral integrity!"
After the voice fell, he lightly tapped his right foot.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and all the flying katana shattered.
The ugly old man also retreated violently and stopped after a full twenty meters.
The place where he originally stood had several crack marks.
The ugly old man couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment. He never thought that this unknown person was so powerful.
At this moment, he truly realized the terror of the person in front of him!
"you--"
The ugly old man stared at Ye Wujiu and was about to yell, but saw Ye Wujiu lightly stamp his right foot again.
A violent force swept towards the ugly old man.
"Whoosh——"
The ugly old man retreated violently, and in the process of retreating, the ground beneath his feet cracked.
It took another twenty meters for him to offset Ye Wujiu's incoming power.
Then, he jumped up, roared, and shot out nine more samurai swords.
At the same time, he followed the flying knife and shot towards it.
A full blow!
"Bang!"
Ye Wujiu held a cigarette in his mouth and punched out.
There was a loud noise and all the flying knives shattered.
"One punch can conquer mountains and rivers!"
When Ye Wujiu ran out of strength, the ugly old man stepped down from the air and punched Ye Wujiu.
"boom!"
A shocking loud noise shook the mountain road, and then, a powerful force exploded in mid-air!
Wherever the fist passed, the space trembled, as if it was about to collapse, it was extremely terrifying!
A thunderous strike, extremely terrifying.
Ye Wujiu was still expressionless. In the white sand smoke, he raised his right hand and pressed it.
This pressure not only sealed the opponent's fist, but also caused the surrounding rain to sink.
An invisible pressure directly crushed the power of the ugly old man!
"Um--"
The ugly old man's body trembled, he secretly shouted something bad and bounced back to where he was, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.
He never expected that this thunderous strike would be blocked by his opponent again.
Yesterday he was easily blocked by Ye Fan, and today he was suppressed by an unknown person.
The ugly old man felt extremely aggrieved.
He did not hesitate to destroy the identity of the elder, risked a narrow escape, and followed the path of Takeda Hideyoshi to achieve a breakthrough.
For this he also paid a heavy price for being disfigured by drugs.
He originally thought that after sacrificing so much, he could break through the entire martial arts in China and wash away the centuries-old shame of Blood Dragon Garden.
But I didn't expect that I would suffer a series of setbacks just after I started.
If the ugly old man hadn't known about his own strength and had killed hundreds of people yesterday to prove it, he would have suspected that martial arts was advancing instead of retreating.
This made him very uncomfortable.
"Who are you exactly?"
The ugly old man looked at his red palms, and then at the calm and calm Ye Wujiu.
"Why didn't I know that people like you existed in China?"
He shouted with a fierce light in his eyes: "If you are a man, don't be secretive and tell me your name."
"China has always hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There is no need for you to worry about a small role like me."
Ye Wujiu flicked the ash from his cigarette with a touch of warmth on his face:
"If you must know who I am, I can only tell you that I am a father who sends clothes to his son Qianli."
"Although you are not as good as me, you are already very strong. In the Yang Kingdom, I think only Tianzang can defeat you."
"Isn't it worth ruining your appearance and shortening your lifespan just for the sake of this martial arts?"
"How can I say that you, Elder Mai, are also a well-known figure in Tianshe and even Yang Kingdom?"
He revealed the other party's identity calmly.
"Do you know who I am?"
The ugly old man's face changed drastically: "Who are you? How do you know so many secrets of the Yang Kingdom?"
He could no longer express his surprise, he was completely shocked from head to toe.
His transformation and rebirth were considered top secrets, and only a handful of people in the Yang Kingdom knew about it.
Unexpectedly, Ye Wujiu understood it clearly.
This not only means that there is a traitor in Yang State, but also means that Ye Wujiu's high status is terrifying.
"I said, I'm just the father of a child."
Ye Wujiu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "I really don't want to be your enemy. How can I have a peaceful meal if I fight and kill you?"
"But you always deal with Ye Fan by bullying the young. As a father, if I don't help, doesn't it mean that our family is weak and can be bullied?"
"So I've decided."
"From now on, let's forget about enemies that Ye Fan can beat or draw with."
His tone was very calm: "If you can't beat me, I'll do it. After all, you all like to use your parents, so I can't always watch the show..."
"Ye Fan? Father? Are you his adoptive father?"
Elder Mai reacted, and then laughed ferociously:
"Ye Fan is really a character."
"My biological father is the master of Yetang, my adopted father is nine thousand years old, and now even my adopted father is unfathomable."
He blew out a hot breath: "No wonder Ye Fan is so arrogant and tramples on the dignity of our Yang country."
"Okay, no more nonsense, the smoke is almost out."
Ye Wujiu looked at the white sand between his fingers and said softly: "It's time for you to hit the road."
"Yeah?"
Elder Mai laughed angrily: "Then let me see how much better you are than me."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his fingers and tapped his chest a dozen times, and his body instantly swelled.
He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Ye Wujiu.
His eyes were endlessly blood red, and the aura in his body was soaring crazily.
At the same time, there was another knife in his hand, and the knife's intention shot straight into the sky.
Then he flicked his bow with his feet, and disappeared with his knife.
"Whoosh——"
The next second, a bright sword light appeared in front of Ye Wujiu.
But the old man in sackcloth still had no trace.
"Man and knife become one?"
Ye Wujiu narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of interest, and then shook his head: "It's still a little bit worse."
As he spoke, his fingers holding the cigarette moved forward a little.
"boom--"
With this sword pointing, all the falling rainwater flew away instantly, as if a powerful force shattered the space.
Wherever the fingers passed, the bright knife light was like peeling an onion, being torn apart layer by layer by the fingertips.
In the blink of an eye, this pointer hit the katana.
"when--"
There was a loud noise, a collision exploded, the whole space shook violently, and the katana shattered.
Immediately afterwards, Yi Finger continued to move forward, and came to the front of Elder Mai like a rainbow.
The fingertips are understated, but they carry an aura of death.
Elder Mai's expression changed drastically, he dropped the broken hilt of the knife in his hand, and pushed forward with both hands stacked on top of each other.
This palm blocked Ye Wujiu's finger.
He shouted angrily, "Broken!"
As the voice fell, his palms and fingers collided hard.
"boom!"
The palm shatters and the person flies away!
Elder Mai rolled and fell twenty meters like a kite with its string cut off.
And just when he hit a tree and stopped, Ye Wujiu appeared in front of him like a shadow.
Without any hesitation, he pierced the ugly old man's throat with one finger.
"laugh!"
A spurt of blood.
Elder Mai's body was shaken, and his vitality was released thousands of miles away.
His whole body was shaking, and his face was extremely horrified: "You are a great master of heaven..."
Ye Wujiu shook his head: "I'm not!"
The old man in sackcloth fell to the ground with a plop: "You must be in the heaven realm... Dacheng!"
"I really am not!"
Ye Wujiu sighed and wiped off the blood on his fingertips, then took the last sip on the white sand.
Isn’t it a great achievement in heaven? If you beat yourself into a dog, is it still not a great achievement?
Elder Mai wanted to persist, but something suddenly occurred to him, his brain became hot, and his blood surged even more.
His face was extremely horrified, but he had no strength to open his mouth, and his head tilted to death.
Ye Wujiu flicked the cigarette butt away with his fingers, took out an old man machine and punched it:
