No one exclaimed, and no one moved. They all seemed to have pressed the freeze button and remained motionless.
Whether it was the more than a thousand disciples of the Martial Alliance, or the eight major instructors and the four major protectors, they all stiffened up.
They looked at this scene in disbelief.
Even though Zhuo Yiyi is as gentle as water and very easy to talk to, she is actually top-notch in mind and skills.
Her phantom footwork and Flowing Clouds Flying Sleeves trick have few opponents in the entire Wucheng.
If Cai Qingqing's identity and status had not suppressed him, Zhuo Yiyi would definitely be the president of Wucheng with his martial arts skills.
But such an extremely capable Zhuo Youshi couldn't even withstand a single move from Ye Fan. How could they not be shocked?
What shocked them the most was that they originally thought that Atagu was Ye Fan's biggest supporter.
As a result, it is now discovered that Ye Fan is far more terrifying than Atagu.
Zhuo Yiyi was also covering her wound, her head was blank and her expression was horrified.
She didn't expect that she didn't even have the strength to fight back!
Moreover, she was stabbed through the shoulder blade without even seeing the shadow of Ye Fan's knife clearly.
This is really unscientific and makes it difficult for Zhuo Yiyi to accept it.
Zhuo Yiyi, like everyone else, also regards the silly Atagu as Ye Fan's biggest trump card.
But now, Mark told her that he himself was the biggest supporter.
She kept shouting that this is an illusion, this is an illusion.
But the severe pain that kept coming from the wound showed that this was a bloody fact.
Ye Fan saw Zhuo Yiyi's frustration, took a step forward and said lightly:
"If you don't accept it, or you think I am attacking you, you can come up and fight again."
"I have always been a kind person. When I play chess and face an opponent who is not as good as me, I will give him a hand."
"So if Zhuo Youshi is dissatisfied, I can let you play another round."
Ye Fan not only has to control the Wucheng Martial Alliance, but also controls people's hearts.
He picked up a knife again and looked at Zhuo Yiyi.
The Eight Great Coaches and the Six Great Talents subconsciously looked at Zhuo Yiyi.
Everyone wanted to see if she would give up or fight again.
As for them, they didn't want to fight anymore, Atagu's attack had hurt their internal organs.
If you rush forward and start a fight, you won't die quickly enough.
"Then I would like to thank you little brother for the opportunity."
Zhuo Yiyi gave a sweet shout and slapped the ground, like a meteor flying to the high platform.
She was in front of Ye Fan in an instant.
She twisted her body, and thirty-six phantoms suddenly appeared on the martial arts platform, rushing towards Ye Fan.
When she was three meters away from Ye Fan, she waved her hands.
The sleeves also swished and flew, instantly transforming into thirty-six rays, confusing everyone's eyes.
More than a thousand martial arts disciples also shouted excitedly:
"Mr. Zhuo You is so powerful, the entire high platform is her phantom."
"Yeah, I can't even tell which one is her real body and which one is her shadow."
"That's right. Coupled with the flowing clouds and flying sleeves made of steel wire, it not only hides Zhuo Youshi's aura, but also makes the opponent surrounded by danger."
"It is said that Commander Zhuo You used his Liuyun Feixiu to shoot through twelve powerful enemies. It seems that there is no water in him."
"I'm afraid this troublemaker will be doomed this time."
Their faces, which had lost confidence, turned rosy again, and they shouted cheers for Zhuo Yiyi.
"receive!"
After rotating eighteen times so that the entire high platform was covered with shadows, Zhuo Yiyi suddenly fell from the sky above Ye Fan.
Thirty-six long-sleeved shadows suddenly retracted, and they all wrapped around Ye Fan's body, trying to hide him like a silkworm chrysalis.
At the same time, overwhelming murderous intent poured into Ye Fan.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the light flashed again, piercing into the whistling sleeves.
With a bang, all the silhouettes disappeared, and all the murderous intent collapsed.
Zhuo Yiyi groaned again and fell backwards again.
There is also an extra knife on the other shoulder blade.
Blood flowed out, making Zhuo Yiyi feel unprecedented pain.
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhuo Yiyi who fell to the ground: "You lost again."
Indifferent, yet irresistibly powerful.
Lost again!
Three simple words, but they made the Eight Great Instructors and the Four Great Protectors feel in a trance.
But no matter how unbelievable and shocked they were, Zhuo Yiyi lost again, another move.
The cheeks of the martial arts disciples who cheered for Zhuo Yiyi were even more burning.
Zhuo Yiyi's pretty face was also uglier than ever, with unspeakable shame in her eyes.
She stared at Ye Fan and squeezed out: "I didn't expect that you are so good at flying knives."
Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled noncommittally: "Are you still dissatisfied?"
"Get up and give you another chance. This time I won't use a flying knife."
He asked Atagu for a glove and put it on: "I'll beat you with one hand!"
"That's too much!"
Seeing Ye Fan giving herself a third chance, Zhuo Yiyi's pretty face was indescribably complicated.
She was happy that she still had a chance to make a comeback, but she was also angry that Ye Fan looked down on her right-hand man like this.
However, she endured the pain and turned over again.
She also pulled out a long sword in her hand:
"A sword coming from the east!"
The next second Zhuo Yiyi exploded.
She stepped on it with her left foot, the ground shattered, and countless gravels were shot towards Ye Fan.
At the same time, she straightened up, like a beam of sunlight, quickly shining towards Mark.
A sword comes from the east.
It's fast and cruel, like a poisonous snake spitting messages, making it impossible for people to guard against it.
This is a trick she has hidden for many years in order to protect herself at critical moments.
"Whoosh!"
The man and the sword seem to have become one.
The sword light was like the blazing sun, flying out among the gravel, faster than the gravel.
The gravel and sword light have completely enveloped Ye Fan.
The tip of the sword even reached Ye Fan's throat.
The power of this blow was so powerful that no one could resist it, and no one could dodge it.
Vicious, accurate, and cunning.
Zhuo Yiyi's terrifying strength was clearly displayed at this moment.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Ye Fan, who was covered by the sword light, swayed.
He looked like a lonely boat in the sea, which could be destroyed by Zhuo Yiyi's sword light at any time.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Yiyi instantly felt tremendous pressure.
Ye Fan grabbed it with his first claw.
In a series of crisp sounds, the fragments and sword light poured by Zhuo Yiyi collapsed one after another.
It was like a sharp weapon piercing ice shards, destroying all her thunder attacks.
Ye Fan moved forward and grabbed it again, Zhuo Yiyi's offensive stopped instantly.
Ye Fan's fingers once again pushed further.
Zhuo Yiyi, who was holding the dagger, backed away in shock.
Her intuition told her that if she didn't retreat, her chest would be scratched by Mark.
Ye Fan is gentle and elegant, without any murderous intent, but his moves are strange and light, and his moves are extremely fast.
He only caught it once and changed it three times to turn the dangerous situation around.
Then Ye Fan stepped forward another three meters and continued to force Zhuo Yiyi with the rest of his claws.
Zhuo Yiyi waved her dagger.
She used three swords in one breath, but each time the sword light was extinguished by Ye Fan before it could bloom.
She even took eight steps back, but still couldn't get rid of Mark's hand.
Zhuo Yiyi had no choice but to break the sword and slash it towards Ye Fan's wrist.
"Whoosh!"
But when her sword light came back, Ye Fan's speed also increased dramatically.
Ye Fan reached out with his arm, bypassed the broken sword with his palm, and already touched Zhuo Yiyi's chest.
A sudden grab.
There was a splash, no dazzling wounds, and no blood splattered.
Zhuo Yiyi also stopped where she was, without shouting or struggling.
But suddenly, like an empty snakeskin bag, it lost its energy and spirit.
Her heart was pinched by Ye Fan.
Zhuo Yiyi's eyes were full of frustration and anger, but more importantly, despair.
Ye Fan said indifferently: "You lost again!"
Lost again!
Lost again!
How strong is this kid!
The four great protectors, the six great geniuses, and the eight great teachers were once again completely silent.
You can't dodge the flying knives, and you can't dodge even with one hand. It's so abnormal.
Everyone has no disdain or anger towards Ye Fan, only awe and absolute surrender to the strong.
They knew that the Wucheng Martial League was afraid of changing its members starting today.
"Agreed or not?"
Ye Fan stared at Zhuo Yiyi and said calmly: "If you don't accept it, I can give you another chance!"
For Ye Fan, Zhuo Yiyi's skills were basically the same as him without using the dragon-slaying technique.
Therefore, Zhuo Yiyi, who had two shoulder blades pierced by him in advance, would definitely lose in another hundred battles.
Faced with Ye Fan's pressure, his calm demeanor, and the hand on his heart, Zhuo Yiyi twitched the corner of his mouth a few times.
Then, she sighed quietly and knelt down with a plop.
Zhuo Yiyi said to Ye Fan: "Zhuo Yiyi admits defeat. From now on, I will be yours."
"Just admit defeat!"
Ye Fan helped Zhuo Yiyi up, and then glanced at the four guardians: "Are you convinced?"
The four guardians and the eight teachers all bowed their heads: "Submit!"
