Chapter 339 You are not worthy of being my opponent!
Although Yang Baichuan greatly disappointed Ye Fan, he had no enmity with Yang Baichuan, and he was not here to cause trouble this time.
Therefore, Ye Fan prepared to leave the banquet hall quietly.
However, his deliberately lowered voice still fell into the ears of the people next to him.
As soon as I took a few steps, someone rushed over and said unceremoniously:
"Presumptuous! How brave you are to insult Master!"
Ye Fan looked up and realized that the person blocking him was Song Qingyun, Yang Baichuan's close disciple.
At this moment, Song Qingyun had a sullen look on his face, his brows were full of evil spirits, and his eyes were flashing with a cold light, like an unsheathed sword stabbing at Ye Fan, and he said arrogantly:
"Hmph... You ignorant boy, don't you look down on my master? With my master's strength, I can easily crush you to death with just a move of my little finger!"
When Ye Fan heard this, his face remained calm. He completely ignored Song Qingyun and continued to walk out.
Just like an elephant doesn't care about the taunts of ants, and a lion doesn't care about the provocation of sheep, Ye Fan naturally doesn't bother to argue with Song Qingyun, which will lower his own level.
Seeing Ye Fan turning a blind eye, the veins on Song Qingyun's forehead pulsed, as if he had been greatly insulted.
"You brat, stop right here!"
He shouted loudly, and at the same time, he took action like lightning and grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder.
This move contains overwhelming anger and is so powerful that if an ordinary person were hit, their shoulder blades would probably be split.
However, Ye Fan seemed to have his eyes open in the back of his head. He twisted his body and barely escaped Song Qingyun's sneak attack.
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"Huh?"
Seeing this scene, Song Qingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was extremely surprised.
Even though he didn't use all his strength just now, even if ordinary people saw his attack, they couldn't avoid it at all, not to mention that Ye Fan had his back to him!
"Hmph... It turns out that he is a martial artist. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant! But don't think that you can look down on the world's heroes just because you have practiced some kung fu!"
Song Qingyun sneered, and with a flash of his body, he rushed to Ye Fan again, blocking his way.
The movement here also attracted the attention of many people in the venue.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
For a time, countless eyes fell on Ye Fan, pushing him to the forefront.
At this time, Song Qingyun half-squinted his eyes, a sharp breath came out of his body, pressed towards Ye Fan, and said sternly:
"Grandmaster, you must not be insulted! Boy, how dare you insult my master? If you don't give me an explanation, you won't even be able to leave this banquet hall today!"
His voice penetrated gold and cracked stone, was high-pitched and sharp, and anyone could feel the murderous intent in it.
A chivalrous man breaks the law with martial arts, but a strong man in the master realm, with martial arts and divine powers, is no longer restricted by secular laws.
As long as they don't go on a killing spree in public, if someone offends a powerful master in private, even if they are beaten to death on the spot, they can only consider themselves unlucky!
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
At this time, a burst of noisy footsteps came.
Led by Yang Baichuan, a group of bigwigs from the Huahai martial arts world came over.
"Qingyun, what happened here?" Yang Baichuan asked in a deep voice.
Song Qingyun heard this, pointed at Ye Fan and said loudly: "Master, when you were performing martial arts just now, this kid dared to slander your reputation, saying that your kung fu is gold and jade on the outside, but useless on the inside.
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As soon as these words came out, Yang Baichuan frowned and his face instantly turned livid.
The temperature in the venue seemed to drop to freezing point, and the atmosphere became tense and tense to the extreme.
However, at this time, Ye Fan remained calm, held his head high, and said neither humble nor arrogant:
"I'm just telling the truth!"
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"boom!"
This sentence was like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Everyone never expected that in front of Yang Baichuan, Ye Fanfei not only showed no intention of repenting and apologizing, but instead became even more provocative.
What's even more unbelievable is that his understatement didn't make any waves at all, as if he was stating objective facts.
It seemed that in his eyes, Yang Baichuan was really like an ant, vulnerable to a single blow.
"Shu Zi is arrogant!"
Song Qingyun roared like an angry lion, his eyes were about to burst, and his fighting spirit was soaring.
As a close disciple of Yang Baichuan, Song Qingyun has always regarded his master as a god, how could he allow others to taint him like this?
The other warriors in the field also looked at Ye Fan angrily and began to criticize him:
"Hmph... Where does this brat dare to speak nonsense and be disrespectful to Grandmaster Yang?"
"This kind of clown probably just wants to impress people in this way!"
"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense! If you dare to offend Grandmaster Yang, you are seeking death!"
Hearing these sarcastic remarks, Ye Fan looked unfazed. He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking past Song Qingyun in front of him and looking directly at Yang Baichuan in the distance.
At first, Ye Fan didn't want to make the matter a big deal, but Song Qingyun and others were aggressive, provoking him again and again!
Clay Bodhisattva still has a temper!
Although Ye Fan is not a troublemaker, he is definitely not afraid of trouble.
What's more, a mere master at the early stage of the Yellow Realm would never be able to catch his eye!
As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan's sharp gaze was like a sharp blade, sweeping towards everyone in the venue, and said coldly:
"Hmph...did I make a mistake? What a piece of shit, Grandmaster Yang. He only practices fancy fists and embroidered legs. He has completely tarnished the Chinese magical skill of Tai Chi! Why don't you let him come over and have a fight with me to see who is stronger!
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"Shu Zi is arrogant!"
Song Qingyun roared again, with blazing fire in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said: "You brat, just because you want to challenge my master? I will beat you to pieces!"
"you?"
Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stretched out his right index finger and shook it, and said with a joking smile:
"You are not worthy of being my opponent!"
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This sentence further stimulated Song Qingyun's self-esteem and made him completely lose his mind.
"Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts! You will only know if I am your opponent if you fight me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingyun stretched his body, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, like firecrackers.
The next moment, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, with a devastating force, and his right fist hit Ye Fan in the face.
In this punch, Song Qingyun used 120% of his strength, which contained his lifelong martial arts will and vowed to make Ye Fan pay the price with blood!
The air around him seemed to have been drained out. Let alone a mortal body, even a steel plate would probably be punctured.
When the warriors onlookers saw this, they couldn't help but praise:
"Tsk tsk... He is indeed a master disciple of Master Yang. He moves like a stretched bow, and his hair is like thunder, so terrifying!"
"That's right! With just this punch, he has already defeated ninety-nine percent of the young warriors in our Huahai!"
"Hmph... That kid is probably going to suffer! If he gets hit, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die!"
Hearing this one-sided public opinion, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and showed a narrow smile in his eyes. He remained motionless and still stood with his hands behind his back.
But in Song Qingyun's eyes, he thought that Ye Fan was so frightened that he had no time to react.
Just when he thought he was sure of victory, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's aura completely changed!
Like a carp playing in the water, it suddenly shed all its scales and turned into a dragon soaring in the sky, revealing its majestic claws and fangs.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan also raised his right fist and slowly pushed it forward.
The speed is not very fast, just like an old man doing Tai Chi in the park in the morning.
However, Song Qingyun's hair stood up all over his body, and he felt an ominous premonition.
He even had the illusion that with Ye Fan's punch, even a mountain would be punched through a big hole.
At the critical moment, he wanted to close his fist and run away, but the arrow was already on the string and he had to release it.
"Peng!"
The two right fists collided in mid-air.
Song Qingyun only felt an overwhelming force coming from Ye Fan's fist.
Immediately afterwards, his right fist shattered and exploded, dripping with blood and covered with bones. His burly body was like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked back more than ten meters and hit several onlookers before falling to the ground.