Chapter 345 Dissatisfied? Fight until you are satisfied!
Nail clippers?!
It took more than half a minute for Yang Baichuan to realize that Ye Fan in front of him actually compared the Qiushui Sword to a nail clipper, and it was also a blunt knife!
Such a metaphor is a great insult to him.
However, at this moment, there was no fire in Yang Baichuan's eyes. Instead, it was as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and his vest was soaked with cold sweat.
Of course he knows his own strength best.
The move "Wind and Cloud" just now gathered 120% of his internal energy.
The power of a sword, let alone a mortal body, could smash even a tank, but now, it could not leave any mark on Ye Fan's nails.
The next moment, as if he didn't believe in evil, Yang Baichuan swung his sword again and stabbed Ye Fan.
"rub!"
The sharp Autumn Water Sword tore through the sky, its power undiminished, and the dazzling sword light slashed forward with a devastating force.
Seeing this, Ye Fan slowly raised his right hand and faced the enemy with the nail of his index finger.
With that understatement, it was as if he was not facing the extremely sharp Qiu Shui Sword, but was swatting flies.
"Clang, Clang, Clang, Clang!"
In mid-air, sparks shot out, and a series of harsh collisions sounded.
In just ten seconds, Yang Baichuan struck hundreds of swords, but Ye Fan's fingernails were still unscathed!
On the contrary, the counter-shock force from the sword blade cracked the jaw of Yang Baichuan's left hand holding the sword, and bright red blood flowed out.
"Stop struggling in vain! Yang Baichuan, don't you understand?"
At this moment, Ye Fan said: "The absolute strength gap between you and me cannot be made up by moves or weapons! Even if I stand still and let you fight, you can't cause any harm to me!"
…
Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it was like a thunder that exploded in the ears of everyone present.
His calm tone seemed to be stating some fact.
Yang Baichuan looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. For the first time in his life, he felt his own weakness, like an ant facing the power of heaven and earth.
He even had an illusion——
Ye Fan in front of me seemed to be transformed into a high and mighty king!
Sweeping across the wilderness, looking down upon the world, being proud of the world, no one can rival it!
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Feeling the aura exuding from Ye Fan's body, everyone was impressed by it.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan walked towards Yang Baichuan step by step.
The sound of footsteps was particularly abrupt in this silent banquet hall, like a war drum beating on the chest, making people's blood surge.
When he walked three meters in front of Yang Baichuan, Ye Fan stood still, raised his chin slightly, and said with an irresistible will in his tone:
"Yang Baichuan, I said before that your kung fu is golden on the outside, but useless on the inside. Now, are you convinced?"
When Yang Baichuan heard this, his expression changed drastically.
If he gave up on the spot and admitted that his skill was embroidering pillows, he might never be able to survive in the martial arts world again.
When others mention him in the future, there will only be ridicule and disdain, but no respect at all.
However, facing Ye Fan's strength, he had no way to deal with it.
Seeing his hesitant look, Ye Fan's eyes flashed and he said in a thunderous voice:
"Hmph...if you don't accept it, I will beat you until you accept it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying coercion that was as solid as a substance surged towards Yang Baichuan from all directions, with Ye Fan's body as the center of the circle.
"boom!"
For a moment, Yang Baichuan endured great suffering. He felt as if there was a mountain pressing on him, and even his breathing was stagnant.
The next moment, his eyes darkened, as if all the energy and energy in his body had been emptied out, and he instantly became more than ten years older. When he let go of his left hand, there was only a "clang" sound, and he couldn't even hold the Autumn Water Sword!
"I'm convinced...I'm convinced! I'm convinced! Your miraculous skills are so incredible that I feel inferior to you!"
As he spoke, Yang Baichuan's knees softened, and he knelt down in front of Mark with a plop. There was no trace of hostility at all, and he was as docile as a little sheep.
…
Seeing this scene, the other warriors around looked dumbfounded and couldn't believe their eyes!
You know, Yang Baichuan is a Tai Chi master and a powerful figure.
But now, he is like a young man under twenty years old, bowing his head and kneeling in worship.
If this news were to spread, it would probably shock the entire East China martial arts world!
Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Fan in unison, their eyes full of heat.
To them, the strength Ye Fan showed just now was like a god and unrivaled.
What's more important is that he is just a young man under twenty. What a powerful being he will be in a few years?
I'm afraid there aren't many people in China who can compare with him!
Because of this, many martial arts celebrities looked ready to make a move and wanted to get close to him.
Sensing this subtle change in the atmosphere, Ye Fan frowned and did not give them this chance at all.
He turned around, waved to Ling Ao in the distance, and said calmly:
"Ling Ao, let's go!"
As soon as these words came out, Ling Ao, who had been in shock, came to his senses, walked to Mark's side in three steps at a time, and walked out of the banquet hall with him.
When it's over, brush off your clothes and go away, hiding your merit and fame!
Looking at the two people slowly disappearing, all the warriors felt regretful in their hearts. They secretly thought that they had failed to seize the opportunity, but they did not dare to step forward to disturb Ye Fan.
…
Half an hour later, Ling Ao drove the Range Rover to the Greentown Rose Garden Villa.
Ye Fan got out of the car and was about to walk into Xiao Yunrong's house when Ling Ao's shout came from behind:
"Master Ye, wait!"
Ye Fan looked back and found that Ling Ao's knees suddenly softened and he knelt down in front of him without hesitation and said loudly:
"I will die if I hear the Tao in the morning! Mr. Ye, after seeing your kung fu today, I know what a real strong man is! Those so-called masters outside can't compare with you at all! Please accept me as your disciple, otherwise
I will kneel here forever!”
Ling Ao's voice was resolute, without even the slightest hint of joking.
With his persistent and determined character, if Ye Fan didn't agree, he would really kneel down until the end of time!
After the turmoil at the martial arts exchange meeting just now, Ling Ao finally realized that Ye Fan was a real hidden master.
Although the Ling family is extraordinary, at most they can only come into contact with a "merely named" master like Yang Baichuan. This is definitely not what Ling Ao is pursuing.
In his opinion, only by worshiping Ye Fan's disciples can one learn "real" kung fu!
Once you miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you will never come back!
Looking at Ling Ao who was kneeling on the ground, Ye Fan frowned slightly, a little surprised, and then fell into deep thought again.
Not everyone can be like Dongfang Mingyue and join the hidden sect!
Nowadays, Chinese martial arts is in decline, and the various sects are self-respecting. It is getting worse day by day. Even embroidered pillows like Yang Baichuan are revered as gods.
If this trend continues, it may not take many years for Chinese Kung Fu to completely decline.
Ling Ao, on the other hand, is a young martial artist. Coupled with his persistence, if he gets the guidance of a famous teacher, he may not be able to become a truly strong man!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan looked at Ling Ao and said, "I will not accept you as my disciple!"
As soon as he said this, Ling Ao's eyes dimmed, but he still knelt on the spot, motionless.
"but……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan changed his subject and continued: "I have a skill here that I can teach you! But how much you can understand depends on your own destiny!"
When Ling Ao heard this, his eyes lit up, his face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and he said loudly: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for teaching me the skills!"
Next, Ye Fan taught Ling Ao the formula of "Four Spirits of God".
Although in the world of cultivating immortals, the "Four Spirits Divine Technique" is not a very brilliant technique, in China, it can drive countless strong people crazy.
After getting the formula, Ling Ao felt like he had received a treasure. He thanked him profusely and wished he could start practicing immediately.
The master guides you through the door. Cultivation is up to you!
The reason why Ye Fan taught the skill was because he couldn't bear that Ling Ao would go astray and delay his extraordinary talent. As for whether he could master it or not, it was none of Ye Fan's business.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan said goodbye to Ling Ao and turned around and walked into the Xiao family villa.