"Xiaofan, whatever you want to do, do it freely. Don't be restrained. Just treat this place as your home and do whatever you want!"
Wang Yongqiang said seriously.
"Yeah!"
After Ye Fan returned to the room.
He did not sleep, but sat cross-legged on the bed, showed his hands, looked at himself, and said to himself: "Why has my power been strengthened so much?"
"Could it be that this has something to do with my eighteenth reincarnation?"
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'd better hurry up and practice. With my current strength, I still have a long way to go to save my life in the mortal world. There are also things about my parents. Without strong strength, it's hard to do anything!"
"It's just a pity that with my current cultivation level, I still can't take out my Heavenly Spirit Sword or Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword from my body!"
"Advanced skills such as Heaven and Earth, Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, and Heavenly Shield Sword Technique cannot be practiced. It seems that we can only temporarily practice some low-level skills to overdo it!"
"Then, tonight I will breathe spiritual energy and consolidate some low-level spells. By the way, isn't Chunyang Fist just suitable for my current state?"
Said.
In just a few seconds, he entered a state of unity and began to absorb the spiritual energy around him and absorb the light of the moon and stars.
The next day.
Ye Fan came out of the room after eating breakfast.
Wang Yongqiang said to him and Wang Xiaohan: "You two will go to school together later. Xiaohan, remember, take care of Xiaofan at school. If there is nothing wrong, give him extra lessons!"
"I know dad, I really don't know if he is a boy or if I am a boy!" Wang Xiaohan said dissatisfiedly when she saw her dad turning back to the kitchen.
Wang Xiaohan was very unhappy and said to Ye Fan: "You go to the door and wait for me, I will pick up the car!"
Ye Fan snorted lightly.
Got into Wang Xiaohan's car.
When she was still five hundred meters away from the school, Wang Xiaohan stopped the car. Ye Fan didn't need her to say anything, but she understood what it meant. She just wanted to get down and go, so that others wouldn't find out that she was here with her.
After getting off the car.
Wang Xiaohan stepped on the accelerator and drove out quickly.
Ye Fan didn't have any displeasure because he was used to it.
"I won't go to school today. Let's see if there is a suitable job for you, support yourself, and then move out of Uncle Wang's house!"
Ye Fan has a strong self-esteem. After this period of time, although Wang Yongqiang was very kind to him and could be said to be meticulous, what Wang Xiaohan and Zhong Jiali thought of him.
He knew it very well, so he thought that he could not let others have family conflicts just because of himself.
Just turned around.
A van stopped next to him.
Four young men came down from the top, each of them had something tattooed on their body, and two of them even had nose rings.
Seeing their sultry expressions and their nostrils turned upward, Ye Fan knew that these people were not good people.
"Boy? Are you Ye Fan?"
"Yes, it's me!"
"Come with us, our eldest brother wants to see you!"
"Meet me? Okay, no problem!"
Half an hour later.
Ye Fan was taken to a scrapyard in the suburbs by several people.
"get off!"
After the young man sitting in the passenger seat got off the bus, he yelled at Ye Fan unhappily.
After Ye Fan got off the car, he looked inside the abandoned factory and saw seven or eight people inside, led by a man in his thirties.
This man was wearing a black and yellow T-shirt, with a bald head, a gold necklace as thick as his index finger, and tattoos of dragons, dragons, tigers, and tigers all over his arms and calves.
He is none other than the leader of these people - Wu Song.
Wu Song looked at Ye Fan, picked up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said in a puff of smoke, "Are you Ye Fan?"
Damn, you really know how to show off!
"Are you a fool?"
What?
What did this kid say?
Are you saying that our boss is stupid?
"Boy, are you looking for death?"
The younger brother standing next to Wu Song was the first to react and immediately picked up the iron rod in his hand to make a move.
but.
He was stopped by Wu Song.
"Brother, if this kid dares to be unreasonable to you, I will make him kneel down right now!"
Wu Song did not speak, but gave him a look, telling him not to worry.
He stood up from the chair and said calmly: "Boy, that's not bad. You are very courageous. You are worthy of being a rich second generation!"
"Oh, it seems I made a mistake. You were before, but you are not now!"
After saying that, Wu Song's face was full of ridicule.
His eyes were like looking at a drowned dog.
Ye Fan didn't care about his gaze, because in his opinion, these people couldn't stand his eyes at all. In front of him, they were just clowns.
He is no longer the Ye Fan of the past, and the Lu Dongbin whose memory has awakened.
Therefore, the state of mind is not something that ordinary people can achieve.
And he said coldly: "Everyone, I came here just to listen to your nonsense, right?"
Wu Song didn't expect that Ye Fan's attitude had not improved at all. On the contrary, he was very arrogant.
This made the boy on the side see his appearance and couldn't help shouting: "You bastard, what do you mean? Believe it or not, labor and management are abolished now..."
"Bang--!"
"ah--!"
However, before he finished speaking, everyone saw a white shadow flash past.
Immediately afterwards.
A scream came.
I saw the boy who was scolding Ye Fan flew five meters away, fell hard to the ground, and lay motionless on the ground. He had obviously passed out.
Ye Fan said lightly: "You have a bad mouth."
Everyone in Wu Song looked shocked. After hearing what he said, they woke up, waved their hands forward, and shouted: "MD, if you dare to touch my brother, I will destroy you!"
"Fuck me!"
Everyone rushed towards Ye Fan as if they were going crazy.
They took out weapons one after another, including butterfly knives and nunchucks, and one of them even held an ax in his hand.
If ordinary people saw this situation, they would be scared to death and run away.
However.
Ye Fan was just the opposite. He did not run away, but instead faced him.
This made Wu Song, who was in command and control behind, confused. How dare this kid charge forward? Does he want his life? But he still wants it. Today, I will let this kid know the reputation of my Master Song.
"Bang--!"
"ah--!"
After Ye Fan entered the crowd, every time he threw a punch, one of his younger brothers would scream and fall down, which made Wu Song standing behind swallow his saliva.
Confused.
Why is this kid so powerful? Aren't you telling me that this kid is just a frail and feckless dude? This guy is also called weak and frail? So what do I call these guys? Disabled? I guess disability doesn't even count!
Unknowingly, Wu Song was dumbfounded, because when he saw Ye Fan's fighting movements, it didn't look like they were fighting randomly.
It looks like a jazz dance.
"ah--!"
"Boss!"
A younger brother was hit by Ye Fan's palm and flew to Wu Song's feet. After the younger brother screamed in pain, he reached out and pulled his boss's trouser legs with one hand.
At this time.
Wu Song shook his head, reacted, and looked at Ye Fan, who was dressed in white and had an extraordinary appearance, with his hair fluttering in the breeze.
I couldn't help but scream in my heart, "Holy crap, why does this guy look so much like Lu Dongbin?"
Impossible, Lu Dongbin is my idol, how can this bereaved dog compare with my idol?
But at this time, he also realized something, that is, his situation was not good.
Before he could speak.
Ye Fan took the lead and asked calmly: "Tell me, who ordered you!"
"No...who ordered me, I just heard someone say that you are very arrogant in school, so I want to meet you!" Wu Song hesitated after finishing speaking.
Obviously, he lied.
Ye Fan walked up step by step.
Wu Song suddenly felt a little flustered, like an ant on a hot pot, and he was very nervous, but he knew that he must not tell who instigated it, otherwise, the consequences waiting for him would be even more serious.
"You won't say it, right?"
The words just fell.
Ye Fan's figure flashed.
Wu Song just felt a breeze blowing. Within a breath, his neck felt pain, as if something was stuck.
At first glance.
I saw Ye Fan pinching his neck with his right hand.