"Cowards are like this. They don't even have the courage to come out and challenge me!"
"Could it be that you knew you couldn't defeat me and chose to run away?"
"Hehe, this is also a wise move for you. You will save yourself from being defeated and losing your father's face." Seeing Ye Yifan slow down, He Dexing became more sarcastic and chose the most unpleasant words.
"Is the ninth level peak very powerful? How about I try it with you?" Before Ye Yifan could say anything, Lin Mengxue took an angry step forward. Looking at the angry look on her pretty face, she was obviously a little annoyed.
He Dexing's irony.
She was about to step forward, but was suddenly held by a hand.
Turning his head, he looked at Ye Yifan with a slight frown on his eyebrows.
"It's better for me to resolve my matter! Otherwise, this guy will say that I only hide behind women." Ye Yifan's face was calm, and he could not see the slightest disturbance, and said slowly.
However, if Xiao Wei was here, he would know that Ye Yifan was completely angered at this moment.
"Yifan, this kid is deliberately provoking and asking me to come and see how I can destroy him today."
Behind him, Lin Feng's face turned cold and his eyes were filled with anger.
"No need, Uncle Lin, I'll do it myself. If you always hide behind others, you won't grow up!" With a slight smile, Ye Yifan flatly refused.
If he didn't stop him, he absolutely believed that Lin Feng would depose He Dexing. Deposing him was indeed out of spite, but it would also bring trouble. After all, He Dexing was also the son of the head of the He family.
"Are you... sure?" Lin Mengxue asked with a slight frown on her face, looking worried.
"Try it!" He waved his hand and walked slowly towards He Dexing.
"What? You finally stopped hiding behind other people's backs?" Seeing Ye Yifan walking slowly, He Dexing had a sarcastic sneer on his face, but his eyes were cold.
"I am enough to deal with you, so why hide?" Ye Yifan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and made a helpless gesture.
Ye Yifan's seemingly random actions were full of irony in He Dexing's eyes.
"How dare you say that."
At this moment, feeling the smell of gunpowder, the surrounding crowd retreated unconsciously, leaving an open space for the two. Discussions continued, and some knowledgeable people even stretched their necks. Most of the two people on the field were
They knew each other, and they also wanted to see who would win between the son of the city lord and the son of the head of the He family.
Looking at Ye Yifan standing casually in front of him, He Dexing sneered, clenching his fists slowly, and a touch of vitality flowed rapidly through his body, bringing a sense of tyrannical power.
After a slight silence, He Dexing stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot, and rushed straight towards Ye Yifan, who was very close at hand. As he rushed forward, He Dexing used his palm as a knife, glowing with a cold light.
When he was only half a meter away from Ye Yifan, he suddenly jumped up, drew a tricky arc with his palm, and struck Ye Yifan on the shoulder.
Looking calmly at the hand knife that was coming straight at him, Ye Yifan's meridians turned, and his figure softened in vain. He easily dodged a strange back move, his palms flew, and the moment he avoided it, he slapped him with a palm.
Got out.
Although arrogant, He Dexing was obviously on guard. The moment Ye Yifan avoided him, he was on the defensive.
One after another, the two of them flew their palms, flipped around, and engaged in close hand-to-hand combat.
In just a short moment, both of them were more or less impressed.
With a sound of "Pa!", a powerful fluctuation of Yuan Power spread out around the two of them.
Ye Yifan stepped back several steps, a deep gash appeared on his neck, and blood continued to flow out.
He Dexing didn't get any favors either. He had many wounds all over his body, and the corners of his mouth were swollen. He was obviously evenly matched in a physical fight.
"Ninth level?" He Dexing's face changed slightly, a little in disbelief.
After a brief hand-to-hand fight, He Dexing discovered that Ye Yifan was on par with him in terms of speed and reaction ability. Although there was still a slight gap in Yuanli, it was far from comparable to the eighth level.
"I'm sorry, I have also been promoted to the ninth level." Ye Yifan raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at He Yijun's face, but he saw that the latter's eyes widened after hearing this, looking like he was in disbelief.
"Ninth level?" An imperceptible light flashed in Lin Mengxue's eyes.
"We haven't seen each other for a few months, but Yifan actually advanced to the ninth level!?" Lin Feng looked complicated. Unexpectedly, Yifan, who was training crazily day and night for the sixth level a few months ago, would now advance to the ninth level.
Ninefold.
Gulu!
He Yijun's face was ugly, with a look of disbelief on his face. No one knew Ye Yifan's speed in cultivating an evil spirit better than him. A few months ago, he was a useless person who was ridiculed by him, but a few months later, he had the strength to defeat himself.
He still clearly remembered that Ye Yifan had just entered the eighth level two months ago, but two months later, he successfully advanced to the ninth level. At a monster-like speed.
There were also discussions among the crowd. They had all heard about Ye Yifan's cultivation talent and ordinary physique. But such a person with an ordinary physique now actually has the strength to fight against He Dexing, who is almost at the ninth level.
They couldn't help but feel a little incredible. Everyone in Tianyuan Continent knew that it was difficult for people with ordinary physiques to enter the seventh level, let alone the ninth level.
"Hmph, even if you advance to the ninth level, you are still no match for me."
His face trembled slightly, his teeth gritted, and mixed with anger, He Dexing shot at Ye Yifan again, with a cold look in his eyes.
When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, He Dexing clenched his fist in vain, and his energy quickly gathered in his fist.
"Iron Mountain Fist!"
He Dexing clenched his fist fiercely, and a sharp wind-breaking energy sounded low in the air. His fist glowed with some light of energy, and immediately fell towards Ye Yifan's chest, causing a strong oppressive wind pressure.
Looking at this posture, if he was hit, he would probably not die, but he would definitely be severely injured. It seemed that this guy had no intention of holding back.
Before the punch came, the strong wind brought by the fist blew the hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of cold eyes.
Iron Mountain Boxing is famous for its power and is a high-level martial arts skill at the Xuan level. He had experienced it in the hands of He Yijun last time.
"Yifan, this punch is too sharp, don't hit it head-on!" After seeing the sharpness of this punch, not far away, Lin Feng's eyes were solemn and he quickly reminded him.
Although Ye Yifan has advanced to the ninth level, He Dexing is still at the peak of the ninth level after all. Coupled with such sharp martial arts, it is impossible for Ye Yifan to succeed.
Lin Mengxue also looked worried.
"Brother will definitely win!" Compared to Lin Mengxue and Lin Mengxue, Ye Tiantian didn't have too many worries from beginning to end.
Ye Yifan ignored Lin Feng's reminder. Deep down in his heart, he also had a tough side. He also wanted to try how powerful the Aolong Fist was and whether he could withstand He Dexing's full blow...