There was a touch of disdain on Song Aoshuang's lips, "Why do you want to drive me away? Even if you learn a few tricks like a three-legged cat, you will still be a waste after all."
After saying that, she directly started to fight with the people in front of her. She was just one person, and she didn't even ask her companions behind her to help.
Although Tang Kui and others were powerful and powerful in numbers, they were still several levels behind this woman in terms of cultivation.
He Pengfei rushed to the front, but was kicked in the abdomen by Song Aoshuang and flew out.
Tang Kui followed closely, and she grabbed her shoulder. When she pulled and loosened, she heard a click, and her arm was dislocated.
The same was true for the others, none of them could make a move, and they were all knocked to the ground very quickly.
The people around did not expect this woman to be so fierce, and they all moved to both sides for fear of being harmed.
"waste!"
Song Aoshuang glanced at a few people with an arrogant look, and then shouted again: "Ye Bufan, come out quickly, or I will demolish your medical clinic."
At this moment, Ye Bufan had just finished treating a patient, put down the pen in his hand, and walked over.
He walked up to Tang Kui and reached out to touch his shoulder. Hearing a click, the dislocated arm immediately reset itself.
Tang Kui was grinning in pain and said quickly: "Thank you, Master Ye, this woman is really hateful."
Song Aoshuang's expression changed slightly. The technique she used just now can be said to be a unique technique. Ordinary people cannot reset the dislocated arm.
Even if you take action yourself, you won't be able to do it so easily.
Even so, she didn't care too much. He was just a little doctor, not worthy of Miss Song's attention.
"Are you Ye Bufan?"
She asked with a proud look on her face.
"That's right, it's me."
"Do you have a thousand-year-old ginseng in your hand?"
"You're right, I happen to have such a plant."
After this woman made trouble, Ye Bufan somewhat understood that the reason why someone was hyping up the fact that he had obtained the Thousand-Year Ginseng last night was not to help Xinglin Garden advertise, but to cause trouble for himself.
Song Aoshuang said with joy on her face: "That's great, hurry up and hand over the ginseng, I'll find it useful."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth: "Where did you find out that I have a thousand-year-old ginseng in my hand?"
Song Aoshuang said: "Does this need to be said? Now the Internet is full of news that you have photographed the thousand-year-old ginseng, and it has occupied the headlines of many websites."
"Since you have read the news, you should also know that I spent 50 million to buy this thousand-year-old ginseng tree. Why should I give it to you if you want it for nothing?"
"I..." Song Aoshuang's expression froze for a moment, and then she said proudly, "Why? Just because your ginseng is useful to me, please hand it over to me as soon as possible."
Ye Bufan said: "What if I don't give it?"
Song Aoshuang pointed at the people next to her and said, "Don't anger me, otherwise they will be your fate. I need this ginseng, and you happen to have it, which means there is a fate between me and this ginseng."
Since you are destined to me, then it is my ginseng, why don’t you give it to me?”
"That's right. It sounds quite reasonable."
Ye Bufan smiled coldly, raised his right hand and said, "My hand is a little itchy, and your face is right in front of me, which means there is a fate between us."
After saying that, he slapped her across the face. The slap was so fast that Song Aoshuang didn't have any reaction and was slapped away.
After hitting someone, Ye Bufan looked at his palm and said jokingly, "It's indeed a fateful face. When you hit someone, it makes a sound and it feels good!"
"You bastard, how dare you hit me!"
Song Aoshuang was so angry that no one had dared to slap her in the face in so many years.
But before she could finish speaking, her eyes blurred, and then there was another sharp pain on her face, and she was slapped hard again.
Ye Bufan sneered: "Do you need me to prove this kind of thing again?"
A small late-stage yellow-level warrior dared to come to him to cause trouble, and he really thought he was easy to bully without giving the other party some color.
Song Aoshuang got up from the ground again, glared at Ye Bufan and said, "If you dare to attack me, Song Aoshuang, you don't know how high the sky is!"
As she spoke, she exuded a fierce aura, which surged out of her like a stormy sea, forcing several people next to her to step back.
"Ye Bufan, you are in big trouble today!
Hurry up and hand over the thousand-year-old sun ginseng, and then mutilate an arm. I can consider letting you go, otherwise I will directly maim you and then demolish your Xinglin Garden."
Several people behind her also came to their senses and stood beside Song Aoshuang, rolling up their arms and sleeves, ready to take action if they disagreed.
Ye Bufan clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly: "As a warrior, it is unethical to bully the weak and take other people's money.
If your cultivation level is not high, but you are arrogant about everything, you are not overestimating your own abilities.
If you go to Xinglin Garden to cause trouble and challenge my majesty, you are seeking death."
He strode forward, looked at Song Aoshuang with stern eyes and said, "Although Xinglin Garden is not a holy place for martial arts, it is definitely not a place where cats and dogs like you can run wild.
It’s too late to get out now, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life!”
"Are you the only one who makes me regret it? Hand over the thousand-year-old ginseng as soon as possible, or you will be useless!"
Song Aoshuang still looked arrogant, even though she had just been slapped twice in succession and her cheeks were swollen.
But in her opinion, it was because she was not careful and it was a sneak attack by the other party. If there was a real fight, the pretty boy in front of her would definitely not be her opponent.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Ye Bufan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and then slapped him with another big mouth.
For this kind of woman who doesn’t know her own abilities, just slap her!
This time Song Aoshuang had been extra cautious, going all out and concentrating, but she still failed to prevent the slap and was slapped away again.
"I..." She looked in disbelief at first, then became furious and kicked Ye Bufan hard in the face.
This kick is so powerful and heavy, with a fierce wind sound, that it can break even a steel pipe.
Ye Bufan stood there motionless, like a straight javelin.
Seeing Song Aoshuang's foot kicked in front of him, he suddenly punched out and hit Song Aoshuang's sole hard.
Generally speaking, the strength of the arms is simply not enough to compete with the legs, unless there is a huge gap in cultivation.
Seeing Ye Bufan actually using his fist to hit her leg, a fierce look flashed across his face. In her opinion, the pretty boy in front of her was dead.
His fists and soles collided with each other, and there was a loud bang. Ye Bufan still stood there like a javelin, as if there were roots under his feet.
But Song Aoshuang was like a cannonball, flying ten meters away and slamming into a big tree at the door.
This blow was so powerful that the tree, which was as thick as a person, was knocked left and right, and the leaves fell to the ground with a crash.
At this time, Song Aoshuang felt as if her right foot had been hit by a giant hammer. At this moment, she was so numb that she lost consciousness, and it became extremely difficult to stand up.
Now she finally understood that the other party's cultivation level was much higher than hers, and she couldn't compete with him at all.
Ye Bufan strolled up to her and said, "You dare to come and snatch my ginseng just now. Do you have any objection to having your legs crippled?"
