Chapter 340 With all due respect, everyone here is trash!
In the huge banquet hall, there was silence, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
Song Qingyun, who was so arrogant before, is now like a dead dog, paralyzed on the ground, dying, and has no strength to even cry.
Looking from a distance, he saw that his right fist and the entire arm were completely useless, with broken bones and bloody flesh, which was shocking.
For such a serious injury, even if it is treated in time afterwards, it may not be possible to return to normal state, and the martial arts realm will definitely be affected.
A martial arts genius fell like this!
However, all of this was too sudden and happened in the blink of an eye.
It took more than half a minute for everyone in the venue to react. They couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Their eyes were full of horror, as if a pair of invisible hands had pinched their hearts hard, and they were almost suffocating.
You know, Song Qingyun is a close disciple of Tai Chi master Yang Baichuan, and he is a true disciple. The punch just now also showed his strength.
Most of the young warriors in the field asked themselves that if they faced that punch, they would have no power to fight back!
However, such a powerful Song Qingyun was defeated by Ye Fan in just one encounter!
The scene that just happened had an unprecedented visual impact on them and shocked their souls.
What's more important is that Ye Fan is still standing with his hands behind his hands, standing on the same spot, without even moving his heels. His understatement is as casual as swatting a fly to death.
Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through someone's mind -
Could it be possible... is this kid the legendary master?
However, the next moment, they threw this ridiculous idea out of their minds.
impossible!
Ye Fan looks like he is only seventeen or eight years old. No matter how talented he is at this age, he is just a sixth or seventh grade warrior, and he should have become famous in the world a long time ago!
For a time, countless looks of shock, fear, curiosity, and fear all fell on him.
However, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to these glances.
In that punch just now, he didn't use his inner strength at all, and even restrained some of the power of the Heavenly Hegemony.
Otherwise, if he used his full strength, Song Qingyun would not only have one of his arms crippled, but he would probably be turned into powder on the spot, with not even ashes left!
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On the other side, Tai Chi master Yang Baichuan's face was extremely gloomy, and he looked straight at Ye Fan with a pair of eyes.
The veins on his forehead were constantly beating, and the Taoist robe on his body was rising and falling without any wind, revealing the overwhelming anger in his heart!
Song Qingyun is not only his close disciple, but also the son of one of his best friends. He has always regarded Song Qingyun as his own.
Now, Song Qingyun was seriously injured in front of him. How could he explain this to his close friend?
However, Yang Baichuan is, after all, a master of his generation and a master of martial arts. If he goes to find Ye Fanfan in person, he will inevitably be suspected of "bullying the small with the big", and he will win without force!
At this moment, Yang Baichuan suddenly seemed to have thought of something and whispered a few words to He Feifan, the head of the He family.
He Feifan understood immediately, stretched out his hand to summon a young warrior, and gave him a few instructions.
Immediately afterwards, the young warrior walked quickly to Ye Fan, held his head high and said righteously:
"Boy, let's finish the martial arts competition! But today, you dare to hit Brother Qingyun hard. You are looking for death!"
"Noisy! Where did the wild dog come from, barking here!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Hearing Ye Fan compare himself to a wild dog, the man was furious and gritted his teeth and said:
"How presumptuous! I am He Feiyang, the eldest son of the He family. If you act so domineeringly, don't you take Grandmaster Yang and our Huahai martial arts world seriously?"
"a ha ha ha……"
When Ye Fan heard this, it was as if he had heard some big joke, as if he burst into unbridled laughter, and continued:
"What bullshit Grandmaster Yang? What bullshit Huahai Martial Arts World? With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish!"
…
"boom!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a heavy bomb hitting the calm water, causing thousands of waves.
Whether it was a young and energetic warrior or a famous figure who had been around for a long time, after hearing Ye Fan's words, the anger in his heart was completely ignited, and his blood almost boiled.
A mere boy of seventeen or eighteen years old dared to provoke the entire Huahai martial arts world by himself!
mad!
There is no limit to the madness!
This is the first time they have seen such an arrogant person in so many years!
Suddenly, more than a dozen vigorous young warriors rushed out and shouted loudly:
"You brat, who do you think you are? Sword God Zhuo Bufan, or Sword Saint Lu Qingshan?"
"Hmph... don't think that just because you are lucky enough to win, you can underestimate the heroes of the world!"
"Boy, kneel down and apologize to everyone immediately. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
The momentum of the crowd overwhelmed Ye Fan, like a violent storm that was about to swallow him up.
However, seeing this scene, Ye Fan remained calm and composed, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the audience, and said calmly:
"Whoever is dissatisfied, please stand up for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another young warrior rushed out and said loudly:
"The eight-gun boxing champion moves and refuses to accept it!"
"Li Hu, the successor of Xingyi Quan, is not convinced!"
"Shaolin lay disciple Zhao Han is not convinced!"
In a short time, almost half of the young warriors in the field and more than thirty people surrounded Ye Fan.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and extremely tense, as if a fight was about to take place the next moment.
"a ha ha ha……"
At this time, Ye Fan let out a burst of heroic laughter and said: "You are dissatisfied, and I specialize in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction! They are just a bunch of rabble, chickens and dogs!"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan raised his fingers provocatively to them, his voice revealing the unrivaled and domineering aura of looking down on the world:
"You guys, come together!"
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"What?!"
Hearing these words, those young warriors in the Huahai martial arts world were shocked at first, as if they couldn't believe their ears.
Immediately afterwards, everyone's faces became ferocious, their eyes were about to burst, and their hair stood on end, as if they had been greatly insulted.
Those who can come to participate in this martial arts exchange meeting are all the best in each sect, and they are regarded as the future heirs of the sect.
A few years later, if nothing unexpected happens, these people will become the masters of various sects and the mainstay of the Huahai martial arts world!
Two fists are no match for four hands!
With so many people joining forces, even a famous martial artist like the head of the He family would probably be defeated easily.
Even Yang Baichuan, a generation Tai Chi master, is not sure of victory!
But now, the boy in front of them, who has no hair at all, dares to make such wild claims, claiming that he will challenge the entire Huahai martial arts world with his own strength. How can they, who have always been arrogant and arrogant, accept this?
Even if they swarmed up and beat Ye Fan to the ground, they would still be victorious and not a hero!
But if they fight alone, Song Qingyun's fate just now is a lesson for them.
Because of this, these young warriors were caught in a dilemma. They didn't know what to do. They couldn't advance or retreat. They were in a deadlock.
When Ye Fan saw this, he raised his eyebrows, straightened his body, his waist was like a sword piercing the sky, and said loudly:
"Haha...what? Are you scared? In that case, let your elders come with you, as well as the so-called master Yang Baichuan! Even if there are ten thousand ants added together, they can't shake the elephant.
To me, you are like ants!"
"presumptuous!"
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
Waves of scoldings resounded in the arena, and those young and energetic warriors felt that their blood was rising and they had exceeded the limit of endurance.
At this time, He Feiyang, the eldest son of the He family, turned around and said to everyone: "My colleagues, there is no need to talk about the rules of the world with such an arrogant maniac. Let's join hands to kill this beast!"
"As it should be!"
"That's right! Mr. He is right!"
"Let's go together and kill this kid to avenge Grandmaster Yang's beloved disciple!"
For a time, the crowd was excited and filled with righteous indignation.
At this time, He Feiyang suddenly put his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and drew the sword suddenly.
"Qiang!"
A clear sword cry resounded throughout the audience.
Immediately afterwards, the long sword was unsheathed, and the refined sword light enveloped the entire audience, piercing Ye Fan's heart like a rainbow penetrating the sun.