Qiu Er waited for this opportunity, although he was defeated by Yang Fan once, although his hand bones were also broken. But in the past half a month, Zhao Youxin has taken a lot of elixirs for him from home, not only has the injury on his hand recovered, but even his cultivation has improved one step further.

What's more, the grade and Yang Fan started because he didn't know Yang Fan's strength and underestimated the enemy. He believed that if he fought Yang Fan again, he would definitely be able to defeat Yang Fan. This is the opportunity for revenge that he was waiting for.

Before driving Yang Fan's family out of the Zhao family again, beat him severely!

Hearing this, he immediately crossed his fists, shouted like a tiger's roar, and then put his fists together.

Then, people's ears heard that after the tiger roar in Qiu Er's mouth disappeared, there was a faint tiger roar between his fists, and he couldn't help but look at Yang Fan with worried eyes.

"This is a one-star soul technique, Tiger Roaring Fist!"

They remembered that Yang Fan and Qiu Er had fought before, each other used brute force, and Qiu Er did not use soul magic. Despite that, Yang Fan was beaten every time, and his mouth was full of blood. And now, Qiu Er actually used soul art, and he practiced it - he practiced the tiger roaring fist!

"Tiger Roaring Fist" pays attention to momentum, if the tiger roars when swinging the fist, it will be considered a practice.

The servants looked at Yang Fan with sympathetic eyes, and some of the timid maids turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

They knew that if this punch hit Yang Fan's body, Yang Fan would definitely break his muscles and bones. If it hits the face, it must be a broken head and bleeding, and teeth are everywhere.

Zhao Wudi's expression was also extremely nervous, but he had no choice, he was only the second weight of the body, and he was not Qiu Er's opponent at all.

The situation did not change in any way, Qiu Er with a fierce tiger roar, punched Yang Fan.

Syllable!

A crisp voice sounded, and the people who looked at Yang Fan became dumbfounded, and those who turned their heads and couldn't bear to look heard this voice, and immediately turned their heads in surprise.

Because everyone could hear it, the crisp sound was not the sound of a fist hitting the body, but a ...... Who's slapped in the face.

Zhao Youxin and Zhao Wushu were stunned, and when Qiu Er made a move, they watched intently. They saw that Qiu Er's ferocious punch was bounced away by Yang Fan's seemingly simple backhand, and then the other hand hurriedly shook it over and slapped Qiu Er in the face.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan raised his leg and kicked him directly into Qiu Er's abdomen, kicking him more than ten meters away and falling into a field full of flowers.

Everyone's eyes widened and seemed to have forgotten to speak.

They couldn't believe their eyes, it wasn't Yang Fan who fell, but Qiu Er!

Moreover, it is still Qiu Er, who has entered the fourth level of body shaping and used the soul magic tiger roaring fist!

But he was easily beaten by Yang Fan's seemingly easy movements......

Some of those who doubted their dreams shook their heads vigorously, and when they opened their eyes again and saw that everything was still the same before them, they finally accepted the fact.

Yang Fan did win.

"If I had been a step too late just now, you would have slapped Ye Zi in the face, and this slap would have been returned to you!" Yang Fan said to Qiu Er, who had already fallen in the flower field, then turned his head and said to Zhao Youxin: "Second Miss, now it's your turn." ”

Although Zhao Youxin couldn't accept the fact that Yang Fan suddenly became stronger for a while, when she heard Yang Fan say this, she was willing to be convinced, suddenly raised her head, got closer to Yang Fan, and said sharply: "It's my turn? Do you still know how to call me Second Miss? What? You want to beat me? Do you dare? Do you have the ability to beat ......?"

Syllable!

Before Zhao Youxin's words fell, under everyone's stunned gaze, Yang Fan gave Zhao Youxin a slap without hesitation, leaving five fingerprints on her face.

Stunned, all the people were stunned.

Amazed.

No one dared to believe that what was found in front of them was the truth, including Zhao Youxin herself.

The crowd was silent again.

This Yang Fan, this Yang Xiaofan, is he crazy?

No one thought that Yang Fan would really dare to make a move on Zhao Youxin. Not only because Zhao Youxin is the second lady of the Zhao family, but also because she is not only a noble person, but also a master of body shaping!

The body is five-fold, and the body is small, and this kind of cultivation is already a master in the body shaping realm. Although Yang Fan defeated Qiu Er, he may not be able to beat Zhao Youxin. Although there is only one difference between the quadruple and the fifth, it can be said that there is a world of difference.

But Yang Fan fought so decisively, without the slightest arbitrary hesitation, without the slightest pity for the jade......

"Yang Fan, I'll kill you!"

Zhao Youxin's expression changed from surprise, astonishment, to anger, and finally almost roared like a mad lioness! Her body shook violently, and the bow tied around her waist was torn apart, and it turned out to be a long whip.

When she roared, she had already whipped towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, he rolled on the ground, dodged the whip, and then swept on the spot, attacking Zhao Youxin and wanting to overturn her.

Zhao Youxin is worthy of being a master of body shaping, reacts very quickly, taps on tiptoe, and avoids Yang Fan's counterattack with a slight jump. This time, she also knew that Yang Fan was not easy to deal with, so she finally made a ruthless move and used soul magic.

"Poison Dragon Drill!"

It's another one-star soul technique.

I saw that Zhao Youxin's arm holding the whip kept spinning in circles, and the long whip was like life in her hand, and it spun wildly, and then formed a tornado with a big head and a small tail, stabbing towards Yang Fan like a drill.

"Phantom Palm!"

Yang Fan finally stopped keeping his hand, and a set of phantom palms bombarded the past, and suddenly hundreds of palm shadows burst out. Every time the palm shadow flashed, it was about to weaken the power of some poisonous dragon drills, and a hundred palm shadows came out, surging towards the poisonous dragon drill like a flood, and immediately drowned Zhao Youxin's long whip attack.

And among the hundreds of palm shadows, the palm that had always been real broke out and hit Zhao Youxin's shoulder, blasting her out.

Yang Fan's shot was very measured, although he was ruthless when he dealt with Qiu Er, but when he slapped Zhao Youxin on the shoulder just now, he secretly collected some palm strength. He secretly thought that if he controlled it well, this palm would only knock Zhao Youxin down, and would not cause any internal injuries to her.

He knew that if he hit the second miss of the Zhao family today, this matter would only get bigger and bigger. If it was transmitted to Zhao Cheng, the old man would have checked Zhao Youxin's injury, and he would definitely see that he had deliberately collected his palm strength and kept a hand, and he would also feel that he was doing things in a measured manner at that time.

While fighting fiercely, Yang Fan thought of these and saw that he was clever.

There were bursts of exclamations in the crowd, marveling that Yang Fan had defeated even Zhao Youxin, and marveling that Yang Fan even dared to fight Zhao Youxin. Seeing Zhao Youxin flying out like a fallen leaf, he was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment, when suddenly a blue shadow flashed quickly, stretched out his hands to catch Zhao Youxin, turned around in place, and put Zhao Youxin down smoothly.

Zhao Youxin was a little dizzy, and when she stood firm and saw the person who caught her, her face was suddenly overjoyed, and she shouted: "Second brother!"

Looking at this man who was called the second brother by Zhao Youxin, the servants and maids suddenly lowered their heads and became submissive, looking scared.

Even Zhao Wudi, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, frowned, and his originally smiling face suddenly turned pale.

The person who came was the second young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuxing.