At first, Xing Tian saw that Ye Fan had been avoiding. He was a little happy at first. He felt that his strength was good, and Ye Fan could only hide.
But Ye Fan was hiding and hiding, and suddenly he yelled at Di Jiang.
This wave of operations made Xing Tian very confused. At the same time, Xing Tian finally realized that Ye Fan was hiding from him because of his good strength.
When Xing Tian, who was distracted, threw out this punch, he was half a beat too slow.
Although Ye Fan was distracted and yelled at Di Jiang, he was still keenly aware of Xing Tian's fist that was half a beat too late.
"If you don't pay attention when fighting, you still get distracted? No wonder you can't beat me!"
Xing Tian was aggrieved. It was obvious that Ye Fan was distracted and did so blatantly, but he didn't dare to say anything.
With this feeling of grievance, Xing Tian punched even harder.
He now hopes that he can push Ye Fan to the ground and beat him. Anyway, Lord Dijiang allowed this fight. If he beat Lord Ye Fan secretly, he probably won't be scolded...
Just when Xing Tian was thinking happily, Ye Fan's fist had already arrived in front of his body.
"Since you don't take the fight seriously, don't blame me for making you suffer!"
Xing Tian originally didn't care about Ye Fan's fists.
Although Master Ye Fan has a high status in his heart, how much power can such a small body have? Not to mention that this punch does not have any spiritual power attached to it.
But it was this lack of care that caused Xing Tian to suffer a lot.
Ye Fan punched him in the belly one after another, the force was beyond Xing Tian's imagination.
Di Jiang, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the battle, twitched the corner of his mouth.
It’s not just a slap in the face. Ye Fan not only slapped someone in the face, but he also hit him a little too hard...
Although Xing Tian has no head, his belly is equivalent to his face, with all his facial features growing on it.
Within a few punches, Xing Tian's entire belly turned blue and purple.
Although Xing Tian had rough skin and thick flesh and was very resistant to beatings, the pain was indeed inevitable at all.
Looking at Xing Tian's two small eyes full of tears, Ye Fan smiled.
"Isn't this possible?"
Then, he stood up, rubbed his hands, and looked at the Vulcan Sword next to him.
"How's it going? Now you're satisfied!"
"Buzz!"
The Vulcan Sword buzzed with satisfaction.
Ye Fan patted the Vulcan Sword.
"Okay, let's go back and play with Qingyu!"
As soon as Ye Fan said these words, the Vulcan sword stabbed and disappeared.
Di Jiang came over and looked at Xing Tian, who was beaten dizzy on the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm not afraid of breaking it."
Ye Fan curled his lips.
"Looking at his appearance before, I thought his strength had not declined much. I didn't expect that after losing his moves, he would be like this. He was obviously stronger than me before, but now he deserves to be beaten by me!"
After taking a look at Di Jiang, Ye Fan added another sentence.
"Don't worry, I made a measured move, it just looks miserable."
How could Di Jiang not know this? With Xing Tian's strength, how could Ye Fan's punches really hurt him?
"Why did you suddenly think of beating him like this?"
What Di Jiang was really curious about was why Ye Fan suddenly acted so cruelly.
Ye Fan curled his lips and said.
"Isn't it the request of my own child? He coveted the Vulcan Sword before. The Vulcan Sword just saw him and he was angry, but he couldn't beat him, so he asked me to help teach him a lesson."
Ye Fan looked at Xing Tian, who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead.