After hearing Ye Fan's words, Guan Feihong's face was full of bitterness.
You must know that although the Tianxuan Sect where Guan Feihong belongs is not a hidden sect, it is still among the top ten sects in the ancient martial arts world.
As a disciple of Tianxuan Sect's leader, Guan Feihong has extraordinary strength and ranks tenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking at a young age.
Looking at the entire ancient martial arts world, he is also a rare existence among his peers. Those who can defeat him can be counted on two hands.
However, just now, even though he was holding the red tassel gun and using the family's Dingjun gun, he was still like a three-year-old child, about to be hung up and beaten by Ye Fan!
Now, Ye Fan told him that he was not serious at all and was just warming up.
Comparing people with each other makes people angry!
Guan Feihong only felt that he had been living like a dog for more than 20 years.
But he didn't know that it wasn't that he was too weak, but that Ye Fan was too evil!
At this moment, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and his tongue burst into laughter and he said:
"Don't be distracted! I won't show mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's straight body shot towards Guan Feihong like an arrow from a string.
Although he suppressed his strength to a level similar to that of Guan Feihong, his use of internal energy has reached the point where it is easy to do so without any leakage.
Even if they are at the same level, his combat power still crushes Guan Feihong.
Facing the menacing Ye Fan, Guan Feihong did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly waved his spear to defend against the enemy.
However, the high-intensity battle just now caused his physical strength to decline significantly.
The speed of firing the gun has become much slower. There is no longer the feeling of being able to do it in one go and flowing smoothly. Flaws appear frequently.
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a joking smile. He grabbed a flaw and flicked his finger on the barrel of the gun.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The spear vibrated for a while, and Guan Feihong's right hand, which was holding the spear, cracked open on the spot, blood spattered, and he couldn't hold the spear in his hand.
In the flash of lightning, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the red tassel gun in his hand.
Seize the blade with bare hands!
…
At this moment, Guan Feihong's expression turned extremely ugly.
Although there is no saying that "the sword is with the man, but the man with the sword dies", but for a warrior, it is absolutely a great humiliation for his weapon to be taken away from him.
All his kung fu was focused on the gun. Without the gun, it was equivalent to losing most of his kung fu. He was like fish on a chopping board, only to be slaughtered by others.
On the other side, Ye Fan was holding a red-tassel gun. With a shake of his right hand, the gun tip was as fast as lightning and drew a big circle in front of him. Its momentum was like the water of the Yangtze River, majestic and majestic for thousands of miles.
“Stab la la!!!”
The air around him was torn apart, and a high-pitched roar erupted, shaking the eardrums.
And Ye Fan's momentum is also rising steadily. His spine is straight, as if he has turned into a spear piercing the sky. His momentum is overwhelming, looking down at the world, and the man and the spear are one.
Previously, Guan Feihong was like a general who took the lead on the battlefield, throwing his head and blood to defeat hundreds of enemies, and not even a blade of grass could grow with one shot.
And now Ye Fan is a marshal who commands the world's troops. With a spear pointing at it, thousands of troops can overcome difficulties. One man is in charge of the pass, and no one can open it.
Even from a long distance, it gives people a feeling of being invincible and domineering.
Seeing this scene, Guan Feihong's eyes lit up and he looked straight at Ye Fan, unblinking, as if he was afraid of missing something.
Guan Feihong never expected that Ye Fan was actually a master with guns!
At this moment, Ye Fan was distracted and shot out his gun like a dragon.
His moves are not very fancy, but they are back to nature, as if he can penetrate gold and crack rocks with a single shot.
After that, Ye Fan's shooting skills changed again.
This extremely strong and powerful spear was like an embroidery needle when he used it, flying up and down, shuttling left and right, as if directed by his arm, as light and agile as a dragonfly touching water, hitting wherever he pointed!
This red-tasseled spear seemed to be an extension of his body. Sometimes it was as fierce as a tiger descending from the mountain, sometimes as light as a swallow on a beam, sometimes as thick as a thousand-foot mountain, sometimes as turbulent as the water of the Yangtze River...
God, mind, energy, and strength are perfectly integrated, and all parts of the body make sounds of muscles and bones, strong and soft, active but not frivolous, thick but not sluggish.
…
Guan Feihong next to him couldn't help but stare blankly.
He originally thought that his attainments in the art of shooting were unparalleled among his peers.
But after seeing Ye Fan's marksmanship, he knew——
There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!
It turns out that I... am just a frog in the well!
Suddenly, Ye Fan shouted loudly and said in a thunderous voice:
"watch out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the red tassel gun and rushed towards Guan Feihong like a shooting star chasing the moon.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spears were shot out.
For a moment, the shadows of guns were heavy, like a dragnet, covering Guan Feihong's body, blocking every escape position.
Overlord's marksmanship - shattering the sky and shattering the earth!
The red-tasseled gun seemed to turn into the sickle of death in Ye Fan's hands.
quick!
It’s so fast that I can’t describe it in words!
Under the gun screen, Guan Feihong's pupils shrank sharply into needle-like shapes, and the hairs all over his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying beast.
Out of survival instinct, Guan Feihong wanted to escape, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move his little finger.
He even had the illusion that his soul was about to be crushed.
…
“Pfftttttttttt!!!”
The tip of the red-tasseled gun hit Guan Feihong's clothes.
Ye Fan's control of power has reached a state of ease.
Touch without hurting!
It only pierced Guan Feihong's clothes, but did not hurt his skin.
If it's one shot or two shots, Guan Feihong can also do it.
However, Ye Fan stabbed out nearly a thousand spears in the blink of an eye.
This exaggerated and "perverted" control alone is enough to shock people's hearts, and it is not an exaggeration to be known as the "Master of Spearmanship".
After a long time, Guan Feihong came back to his senses. He was breathing heavily, with a look of uncontrollable fear on his face, as if he had walked through the gates of hell.
There are no words to describe his shock at this moment.
Ye Fan's spear skills were even more mysterious than those of the elders in the Guan family, and he couldn't help but want to worship him.
A few meters away, Ye Fan had put away his gun and stood with his hands behind his back. His face looked calm and relaxed, as if he had just done something trivial, without even a drop of sweat on his forehead.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes fell on the three inches below Guan Feihong's abdomen, with a strange look on his face, and he joked:
"Tsk tsk...Guan Feihong, your taste is really unique. You are wearing bright red flowered pants. This year must not be your zodiac year, right?"
"ah?!"
Upon hearing this, Guan Feihong was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered his head.
Only then did he realize that his clothes and trousers had been torn apart by the spear and turned into powder.
Now, except for the big red flowered pants, he had no other clothes covering his body, and his two hairy thighs were exposed.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
At this time, a gust of night wind blew in through the window.
The wind blows my crotch and my balls are cold!
Guan Feihong couldn't help but blush, feeling extremely embarrassed and wishing that a big hole would open in the ground immediately so that he could crawl in.
"Um...boss, I...I'm going to change a set of clothes first!"
With that said, Guan Feihong ran towards the outside of the practice room as if he was running away.
Seeing him running away in embarrassment, Ye Fan smiled uncontrollably.
…
Ten minutes later, Guan Feihong returned to the practice room again. He had already changed into a fancy dress and looked at Ye Fan with a hint of lingering fear.
It is estimated that the scene just now has caused some psychological shadow on him.
But on the other hand, Guan Feihong was really convinced by Ye Fan.
In his opinion, Ye Fanfei is not only a descendant of the hidden sect, but also the most amazing and talented genius. Given time, he will definitely dominate the world and stand at the top of China.
At the beginning, Guan Feihong felt a little aggrieved when he was forced by Ye Fan to swear an oath to Daoxin and became his little brother.
But after experiencing this shootout, he no longer dared to have any doubts, and instead wanted to have a good relationship with Ye Fan.
Even though the Guan family has great power in the secular world, if he can get to know a strong man from the hidden sect, it will be of great benefit to him without any harm.
Suddenly, Guan Feihong seemed to have thought of something, and came to Ye Fan and said:
"By the way, boss, you have incredible skills. In the Qingyun Trial held in Diancang Mountain in a month, I think you will definitely come out on top and beat the rest!"