Ye Fan was already prepared and twisted his body like a willow leaf to avoid it.
"It's interesting!"
Seeing how powerful Ye Fan was, Shen Changfeng, who had all his warheads fired, laughed ferociously, swung his gun and rushed towards Ye Fan.
His body changed continuously, dazzling everyone's eyes, and then he moved his steps and came behind Ye Fan like a poisonous snake.
Punch out.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it, he made a backhand palm and quickly and accurately grabbed his opponent's fist.
When the blow missed, Shen Changfeng was not depressed, he jumped up and swept out his leg like a whirlwind.
This kick hit Ye Fan's calf.
Shen Changfeng's legs were extremely sharp, and his attacks were continuous and powerful.
In the eyes of David and the guests present, they suddenly saw that Ye Fan was shrouded in the sharp shadow of his legs.
David took the lead in cheering: "Young Master Shen is mighty!"
Hundreds of people present also cheered.
"Bang bang bang!"
However, what made Shen Changfeng's eyelids jump was that Ye Fan was never swept to the ground by him.
Ye Fan just stretched out a hand and waved it a few times, and blocked the continuous bombardment of his right leg! After dozens of whip kicks, Shen Changfeng's offensive slowed down.
At this moment, Ye Fan did not block again, but suddenly tapped out with his right foot.
Hitting Shen Changfeng's feet impartially.
"not good!"
Shen Changfeng's eyes narrowed and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
There was a thud, a sound like a nail being hammered into the glass, which made Shen Changfeng's feet tremble.
Following this voice, Shen Changfeng's expression suddenly distorted. He was obviously suffering from great pain and stumbled backwards.
I dare not step on the ground with my injured foot.
Because the tendon on the sole of the foot was hit! "Yeah!"
He grunted and retreated a few meters, almost fainting from the pain, and couldn't stand up no matter how hard he tried with his right leg.
When he took out another gun with his backhand, Ye Fan was already in front of him like a phantom.
There was a snap.
Ye Fan slapped Shen Changfeng on the face.
Unable to escape, Shen Changfeng fell out and fell heavily on a sofa.
There were red fingerprints on his cheeks.
There was also blood coming out of the mouth and nose.
Ye Fan took a step forward and grabbed Shen Changfeng's neck.
A sharp grasp, unstoppable! At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and touched Ye Fan's palm.
"enough!"
"Just let the young master practice his skills. Don't push yourself too far."
The old man with a wooden sword said indifferently: "Some people are not something you can hurt."
That voice revealed an unparalleled confidence and unquestionability.
It was as if what he said was an imperial edict from above! Ye Fan stared at the old man with a wooden sword and smiled lightly: "Can you tell me the details?"
Before the old man with a wooden sword could respond, David jumped out and laughed ferociously: "A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He doesn't even recognize the sword god Li Taibai."
"Let me tell you, Senior Li is the inherited sect leader of the Thousand-Year Sword Tomb of the Xia Kingdom, and the only disciple of the Sword Tomb sect."
"He is one of the worshipers of the Shen family and a personal follower of Young Master Shen. He once broke through a hundred armors with one sword at the border of Southern Wilderness."
"He once bypassed hundreds of thousands of Xiang troops with one sword and led directly to the headquarters of the great prince of Xiang Kingdom, killing three hundred people and forcing Xiang Zhenguo to flee back to the royal city overnight."
"If the Nine Princes of Xiang Country had not stabilized the position of the one hundred thousand army, the frontline army of Xiang Country might have been penetrated by Senior Sword God."
"Senior Sword God asked you not to push too far. You'd better keep your tail between your legs."
"Otherwise, he can take your head off with one strike of his sword."
David looked at Ye Fan with disdain: "You look powerful, but you are still as small as an ant in front of the Sword God."
Hearing David reveal the identity of the old man with a wooden sword, many people present couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
They could see that the old wooden sword was very good, but they didn't expect that the old wooden sword had such an amazing background and achievements.
Hearing this, Ye Fan suddenly understood and nodded: "The only descendant of the Millennium Sword Tomb?
seems very amazing."
The old man with a wooden sword said calmly: "Young man, you must be frivolous when you are young, but you must also look at the person you are yelling at."
"It's okay for you to act recklessly against David and the others, but for you to injure Master Shen, this is unreasonable."
"If you are sensible, just stand obediently and wait for Master Shen's disposal."
"As long as you keep your hands tied, I can guarantee that Master Shen's punishment will only be for you."
The old man with a wooden sword said arrogantly: "Otherwise, not only will I bully you, but your family will also be afraid of being involved by you."
Although Shen Changfeng was injured, he remained unruly. He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood, then combed his hair again.
He looked at Ye Fan and smiled sinisterly: "Come here, kneel in front of me, lick my shoes clean, and I will spare your life."
The old man with a wooden sword retracted his fist and tilted his head slightly towards Ye Fan: "Why don't you do what Master Shen said?"
The delicate women also looked at Mark with schadenfreude.
This time, let’s see how Ye Fan turns around.
But there was no emotion on Ye Fan's face. He looked at the old wooden sword man and sighed: "Are you the only disciple of Jian Tomb?"
The old man with wooden sword nodded: "Yes, the only disciple, Jian Tomb swordsmanship requires talent. There are not many people like me."
Ye Fan looked at the old wooden sword man with a calm look and smiled: "You said that you are the only disciple of Jian Tomb. If you don't behave well with your tail between your legs, you will jump out to help the evildoers?"
"You are trying to destroy your Jian Tomb faction."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan suddenly lifted a large round table next to him and hit the old man with a wooden sword on the head.
"boom!"
Although he did not expect Ye Fan to suddenly strike hard, the old man with wooden sword reacted very quickly.
The harmless aura of humans and animals dissipated instantly, and he struck out with a thunderous fist from his right hand.
"boom!"
The entire round table was hit by the old man's fist with the wooden sword, and instantly fell apart into a pile of fragments.
"call!"
Without any pause, Ye Fan turned around and another chair flew out, hitting the old man with a wooden sword very quickly.
After the old man with wooden sword broke the big round table, he wanted to capture Ye Fan as quickly as possible.
But I never expected that Ye Fan's speed was quite amazing. Just after he smashed the table, the chair hit him again.
"boom!"
The old man with wooden sword's face darkened, and he bumped forward without saying a word.
With a click, the chair was smashed into a pile of pieces by the old man with a wooden sword.
A dozen foreign businessmen around him were hit by debris and screamed, covering their wounds and retreating.
Looks pained.
The old man with a wooden sword ignored the surroundings, his huge body crashed out of the debris and shouted: "Zhuzi, die!"
At this time, Ye Fan no longer took action, but retreated with a playful smile.
At the same time, he waved his finger: "Move him!"
"Whoosh!"
Atagu immediately stepped forward and swept away the fragments of the chair with his kick.
At the same time, he fired a burst and rushed towards the old man with a wooden sword.
Miao Fenglang looked regretful, losing the opportunity and could only wait.
Seeing the stupid Atagu attacking him, the aloof wooden sword old man's eyes flashed with anger.
Invincible with his sword, he even had to give in to Shen Qiye.
Many people lost their fighting spirit when they heard his name and even knelt down to beg for mercy.
Now not only Ye Fan dared to lift the table against him, Atagu even dared to attack him.
The sword god is angry.
"Die them all!"
The sword god jumped into the air.
His speed from standstill to activation is absolutely as fast as lightning, and he also carries a powerful momentum.
When the person was in mid-air, he stretched out his hand and hit Atagu hard.
When the sound came, his punch had already reached Atagu's eyes, and there was an absolutely ferocious impact! So fast! Ning Ningbing subconsciously exclaimed: "Be careful!"
Atagu didn't panic at all, but his eyes were blazing and he was extremely excited.
After feeling his opponent's real foothold, he turned sideways to avoid the opponent's heavy punch.
The old man with a wooden sword was a little surprised that he missed his heavy blow.
Then he shouted loudly, and punched Atagu crazily like a rainstorm.
Left fist! Knee bump! Right fist! Whip kick! Sweep! The powerful and heavy attack made Atagu narrow his eyes slightly, and even Ye Fan had to sigh that the sword god was a bit wise.
But he didn't show too much worry.
Atagu moved his body to the smallest extent and ducked out of the way with his head restrained.
He avoided the seemingly frantic and domineering fists of the old man with a wooden sword.
"when!"
The old man's right foot with the wooden sword kicked the table next to him. The thick and heavy table shattered instantly, and pieces flew into the air.
He punched the bulkhead next to him, causing a dent in the bulkhead.
The moment Atagu retreated to avoid the debris, the old man with wooden sword grabbed a wine barrel.
He pressed hard with both hands.
The wine barrel shattered with a crack and flew forward.
Countless fragments and wine covered Atagu.
Atagu crossed his hands in front of his eyes.
When the fragments and wine hit his arm and fell, the old man with a wooden sword jumped up and rushed in front of Atagu and swung his left fist.
"boom!"
He punched out.
There was a fierce wind but no fist shadow could be seen. Then, Atagu's body trembled.
The whole person was beaten so hard that he recoiled.
