"Pah." There was a crisp sound when the fists collided. After receiving Ye Fan's punch, Ye Di was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw a strange smile on the latter's face.
At that moment, my mind was tense, thinking that it was already too late to apply more force. I could only watch as the palm of my fist swayed slightly, then moved diagonally down my arm and landed heavily on Ye Di's shoulder.
"Bang." The palm on the shoulder seemed to have a huge force and pressed Ye Di's body down to a knee.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Ye Di was also a little shocked. From the moment he took action until now, Ye Fan only used one move to beat him into this state. And the latter did not rely on the advantage of cultivation.
, but the ruthlessness of that move.
First, he played a lose-lose style with Ye Di, forcing him to return to defense. Then he found the loophole where Ye Di's mysterious energy was not flowing in time, and then suddenly changed his moves. Only when he was unable to defend himself did Ye Di take a hit.
Big loss.
Looking at the stern face so close, Ye Di couldn't help but have slight waves in his eyes.
"This young master who seems to be well-dressed and well-educated seems to have experienced more than him."
Without any time to think, Ye Di rolled on the spot and took away Ye Fan's attack on his shoulder. Then, he put one hand on the ground and slashed at Ye Fan's lower body with his sharp legs like a pair of scissors.
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The shadow of his legs was as heavy as a long sharp knife, so powerful that no one dared to confront him head-on.
Ye Fan pulled away and retreated, barely avoiding Ye Di's fierce kicks.
Before the attack was successful, Ye Di stood up, the vigorous profound energy in his body stirred up, and a pair of fleshy palms roared with strong wind and rushed towards the retreating Ye Fan.
"Mountain Palm."
Ye Di shouted low, and his palms continued to rise as he moved forward, as majestic as a mountain.
Ye Fan is familiar with this set of palm techniques, and it is also the first set of martial arts he has practiced.
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a fiery look in Ye Fan's eyes. He pushed out his palm boldly, and with the same move of Mountain Palm, he hit Ye Di head-on.
"Bang."
The four palms intertwined, and powerful strength exploded at this moment. Immediately afterwards, Ye Di's face flushed, and his body flew backwards like a meteorite and fell heavily on the table.
"Wow."
Seeing this scene, the people in the audience were in an uproar. Although Ye Di was a little worse than Ye Fan in cultivation, he was still extremely tyrannical. Especially after the two of them used the same martial arts at the same time, Ye Di was defeated so simply.
.Many people’s eyes were filled with surprise at this moment.
"This boy, it seems that he didn't ruin the "harmless spiritual fruit"." Ye Xiaotian murmured in his heart as he looked at Ye Fan who was showing off his power on the stage.
Anyone could see the joy on his face, he was extremely satisfied with Ye Fan's performance.
Mr. Pang, who was sitting next to Ye Xiaotian, stroked his beard and looked at Ye Fan on the stage with admiration in his eyes.
"Master Ye, can this young man named Ye Fan enter my heavenly mansion?"
Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian turned to look at Pang Lao with burning eyes, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.
"It's a great blessing for the dog to be favored by Mr. Pang. How could Ye not want to do it?"
Seeing Ye Xiaotian's flattered look, Mr. Pang also smiled slightly and said politely: "It turns out that he is the son of the head of the Ye family. He really has no son but a tiger father!" After saying that, the two of them turned their attention to the ring again, and there was something in their eyes.
There is a hint of hope in them all.
Ye Di stood up from the stage and wiped a handful of the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth. There was a little shock in his eyes when he looked at Ye Fan. He felt the most about the slap just now. He was obviously a middle-level martial artist.
However, Ye Fan used the power of advanced martial arts. If the two were not still competing, Ye Di would have wanted to rush over and ask him how he did it.
"Huh." A breath of turbid air was slowly exhaled down Ye Di's throat, and immediately Ye Di's eyes suddenly became fiery. The profound energy in his body swarmed out and condensed into a bright ball of light on his fist.
The moment the ball of light took shape, violent energy surged up, causing violent fluctuations in the air.
"Cousin Ye Fan, my martial arts is called Wind and Thunder Fist, which is a high-level and low-level martial arts. If you punch it, the wind will dance with thunder. You have to be careful." After saying this, Ye Di looked solemn, and there was a crackling sound on his fists surrounded by wind and thunder.
Everlasting.
The next moment, Ye Di suddenly rushed forward, and the wind and thunder fist slammed into Ye Fan's chest with the force of wind and thunder. Before the punch came, the cold wind of the fist pierced Ye Fan's chest like the fangs of a giant python, causing bursts of pain in Ye Fan's chest.
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"snort."
Ye Fan snorted coldly, and the profound energy in his body circulated to his chest to offset the stinging pain. In his eyes, Ye Di's fist was gradually approaching, and there was a terrifying aura on his fist that even Ye Fan did not dare to be careless about.
A pair of fleshy palms stretched across his chest. An energy several times more violent than before swept forward and faced Ye Di's majestic fist.
"Cousin, although your move is not weak, it is still far inferior to my advanced and inferior martial arts, Feng Lei Fist." Seeing that Ye Fan still used Mountain Palm to counter his offensive, Ye Di frowned slightly.