Yang Ting immediately understood that this young man was not here to compete in the gym.

It's because his disciple offended someone.

This apprentice is dishonest and behaves in a domineering and arrogant manner.

Even if you practice martial arts with yourself, you will only be able to restrain yourself for a while.

After he achieved some success in his studies, he started showing off again and gained many followers.

This is okay, men must be ruthless.

Although Wang Yuanzhi has a good foundation, he learned martial arts too late, so he needs this crazy arrogance to make up for it.

When he was young, he was more ruthless than Wang Yuanzhi. Only when he was 40 years old did he settle down and establish a martial arts gym in this small southern county.

"Oh, that's right." Yang Ting smiled slightly and looked Ye Xiaofan up and down, "The master must be responsible for the apprentice's mistakes."

"But, little brother, why don't you declare your family status first? The circle of warriors is not large. I, Yang Ting, have been traveling for many years and have a wide circle of friends."

"Maybe because of the relationship, I can be gentler."

"Master..." Wang Yuanzhi swallowed, extremely panicked.

Master underestimated this person, and he wanted to remind him.

But Yang Ting saw that Ye Xiaofan had no reaction, so he waved his hand and scolded Wang Yuanzhi, "Get away, you useless thing!"

Then, he put on his Baguazhang posture and said, "Young man is arrogant and ignorant. Do you really think I can't do anything to you? I only have five powers in that palm just now!"

"If you want revenge, ask your parents to come over!"

The feet are on the Bagua Step, the body is light and flexible, moving around in circles, and the palms are flying, sometimes masculine and sometimes feminine.

There is a strange wind that lingers in my hands.

Wang Yuanzhi had implicit expectations, but when he thought of Ye Xiaofan's finger, he suddenly became uneasy again.

That finger is like the inner energy that Master yearns for to be released outward!

Internal martial artists practice their inner skills and practice their inner breath.

It is divided into three realms: ordinary strength, true strength, and super martial arts, and each is divided into three small levels: front, middle, and back.

Internal force will only be generated in the later stages of Fanjin.

Wang Yuanzhi practiced for eight years before reaching the late stage of Fanjin. He cultivated a ray of internal power and his strength transformed.

And his master, a person in the middle stage of Zhenjin, has strong and majestic inner strength.

None of the ten Wang Yuanzhi could be Yang Ting's opponent.

But what made him uneasy was hearing what the master said.

If you don't reach the super martial realm for a day, no matter how powerful your internal energy is, it can only circulate within your body to strengthen yourself to a certain extent, and you can crack monuments, crack rocks, and fly over eaves and walls.

It is rumored that the top masters in the super martial arts realm, who are honored as masters, can further transform their inner strength, and then they can release their inner strength outwards, pick leaves and flowers, and hurt others invisible.

Wang Yuanzhi fell into hesitation and entanglement. With his knowledge, he knew very little about warriors.

Most of the things he knew were narrated by Yang Ting.

The most powerful person I have ever seen is at Yang Ting's level. Among these people, all are in their fifties or sixties, and Yang Ting is the youngest among them.

It is impossible to make an accurate judgment on the strength of the two people.

…

When Wang Yuanzhi was hesitant.

Yang Ting, whose body movements were elegant and had been moving around in circles at Bagua steps, had not yet launched an attack, but his expression gradually changed.

Ye Xiaofan stood tall and straight, motionless, seemingly unable to keep up with Yang Ting's movements, and there were flaws everywhere.

But it gave Yang Ting a sense of powerlessness that he couldn't do anything about.

More than forty years of fighting, large and small, have forged a strong sense of combat and intuition.

The uneasiness and danger signals that came back made his heart beat fast, his energy and blood surge, and gradually turned into a trace of fear.

If it drags on any longer, he may not even have the courage to take action.

Evil, so evil!

Yang Ting paused, reached behind Ye Xiaofan, and suddenly jumped out.

The white snake spits out the letter!

The ghostly palm technique is like a poisonous snake that pounces out from the shadows and stabs Ye Xiaofan's neck.

This is the fastest and most ruthless move in Baguazhang. The enemy is often killed or disabled.

Yang Ting rarely uses it.

Ye Xiaofan turned around slowly but quickly.

The last one arrives first, grabbing it in an unpretentious manner, but it is ejected like a hunting net.

Under Yang Ting's horrified gaze, Ye Xiaofan's white and delicate hand, which seemed to have been carefully maintained, contained terrifying power and instantly defeated the internal force surrounding Yang Ting's palm.

Stuck!

Ye Xiaofan grabbed Yang Ting's calloused palm and twisted it with his backhand.

Yang Ting's five fingers were all twisted in opposite directions and their joints were broken.

Yang Ting groaned in pain and stepped back, trying to distance himself with the Bagua Step.

Ye Xiaofan stepped out in one step and crossed several meters, following him like a shadow, right in front of Yang Ting.

Yang Ting was terrified, but there was no way to avoid it, so he could only use his inner strength to gather it in his chest to protect his vitals.

A palm slapped Yang Ting on the chest.

The majestic, powerful, and powerful internal force that should have been able to withstand hundreds of kilograms of punches collapsed after resisting for a moment.

boom!

Yang Ting shot backwards at a faster speed and hit the wall hard.

The whole person fell limply and slowly, and a large circular pit was sunken into the wall.

"Master!" Wang Yuanzhi exclaimed in surprise.

He worried about the outcome of the battle.

But I never expected that the master would be defeated in one move!

In front of this person, there is no difference between the master and himself, and they only use one move!

Yang Ting's throat was throbbing, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He stood up with difficulty, his eyes complicated.

A mixture of shock, fear, disbelief and other emotions.

"Man, thank you little brother for showing mercy!"

This mysterious young man can defeat his own internal body protection, so his strength must be far greater than his.

At least they are characters in the later stages of Zhenjin.

If you really want to kill him, if that blow just hit his dantian, he will be disabled or even dead!

So Yang Ting's heart was in turmoil, but he bowed and gave in immediately.

Ye Xiaofan was thoughtful, the effect of this palm was slightly lower than he expected.

He originally wanted to use brute force to break several of this person's sternums, but a force removed most of them.

Obviously, this pair of masters and disciples both practice special techniques that are different from the Qingmu Jue.

Probably Qigong, internal strength or something like that?

I didn't expect these things to actually exist.

Of course, he hasn't used the Qi of Aoki yet, so the power is more than that.

Ye Xiaofan remained expressionless, glanced at Wang Yuanzhi, and poked his finger through the air again.

The energy breaks through the void.

Tear!

The bullet-like air ball penetrated Wang Yuanzhi's ears.

Blood and flesh splattered.

"Ah!" Wang Yuanzhi covered his ears and kept screaming.

"I'll give you three days. If you hit my dad, you'll have to pay back double the amount to the person behind the scenes!"

"If you can't do it, I'll ask you for your other ear next time!"

Ye Xiaofan didn't even look at the stunned Yang Ting, he turned around and walked out.

"Grandmaster, he is the Grandmaster?!"
To be continued...