Crash.

Lifting the curtain, Yang Yifan immediately saw Zhao Hua with a gloomy face, and the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed in the slightest.

Beside him, it was the guy who was thrown away, and the blood on his body had not been wiped off.

More than a dozen Yellow Extreme Realm martial artists followed.

Swish.

However, Yang Yifan's gaze fell on an old man standing behind Zhao Hua slightly.

Xuanji Realm!

It's really cautious.

Yang Yifan also had to admire Zhao Hua's caution, not to mention a group of Huang Ji Realm, but also brought the Xuan Ji Realm martial artists.

"What do you mean?"

Although his face was gloomy, in fact, Zhao Hua's heart was happy, because he had finally found an excuse to kill Yang Yifan openly, and the fourth-order Red Flame Pony King would naturally be able to take it back.

"Kill you. ”

Kill you?

Hearing those faint two words, the martial artists around were a little stunned, they didn't expect Yang Yifan to be so direct, didn't they see that there were many powerful people on their side, and there was also a powerhouse in the early stage of the Xuanji Realm?

"Kill me?"

Zhao Hua didn't laugh angrily, staring at Yang Yifan mockingly, "Just with your brute strength?"

How could he not laugh?

Not to mention that he brought so many Yellow Extreme Realm martial artists, that Xuan Extreme Realm martial artist alone could easily kill Yang Yifan.

This?

Qiu Wanxue's brows also wrinkled slightly, she admitted that Yang Yifan was indeed powerful, but now in this form, isn't it a bit of a bad time to tear her face directly?

However, she didn't speak, although the contact time was short, she knew very well that Yang Yifan was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, just like a demon wolf in the jungle, not only brutal, but also cunning.

Swish.

At this time, Zhao Hua's eyes glanced at Qiu Wanxue, he would let this woman know that the hillbilly she fancied was just a brute force, and he, the young master of the Zhao family, was a real genius.

"You're right, it's my brute strength. ”

replied, Yang Yifan's feet were a little bit, and the whole person shot out in an instant.

Swish.

Zhao Hua's brows furrowed, and he snorted coldly, "Is the speed so fast?" That's it, it's still far away, it's you who do it first, then don't blame me for being rude." ”

Swish.

As the words sounded, his spiritual power surged wildly, and a faint layer of spiritual light came out of his body.

"Ben Thunder Fist. ”

Crackling.

A punch was thrown, and the air exploded instantly.

Zhao Hua is full of confidence.

"Young master, this trick won't work. ”

The guy who was thrown out by Yang Yifan before suddenly shouted, "I used this trick before, and I can't beat him at all." ”

What the?

Zhao Hua's face changed, and then he had the urge to tear that guy apart, why didn't he say it earlier?

However, it was too late to change the tricks.

Swish.

On the side of his body, Yang Yifan easily avoided it, and his right hand leaned out like lightning.

Call.

Zhao Hua was immediately a little more powerful than his subordinates, and between the lightning and flint, his body was like a loach, and he twisted a few times rapidly, and he was able to avoid Yang Yifan's hand.

Sure enough, it is not comparable to ordinary martial artists in the late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm!

At the moment of failure, Yang Yifan did not stop, he landed on his toes, flicked it, and bullied himself.

"Get out of here, Stormy Palm. ”

Call.

The breeze came slowly, as if a faint mist was drifting away, and then instantly condensed into a transparent palm, slapping towards Yang Yifan's chest, Zhao Hua wanted to use this to force Yang Yifan who came closely.

However, he was disappointed.

There was no dodge, no retreat, Yang Yifan just rushed straight at him.

Boom.

At the same time that Zhao Hua's Fengyun palm fell on Yang Yifan's chest, Yang Yifan's heavy punch also fell on Zhao Hua's body.

Damn it!

The huge force surged, although Zhao Hua gritted his teeth and wanted to stabilize his body, but a pair of feet were not controlled by him at all, and he took a few steps back.

What the?

The martial artists present, including the guys from the Xuan Extreme Realm, all widened their eyes.

Although before this, they knew that Yang Yifan was born with divine power, and his body was strong and even resisted the flames of the King of Horses, but they didn't expect it to be so strong that even their young master couldn't shake it when he used his martial arts, but instead beat their young master backwards with an ordinary fist.

This strength is not worse than yourself!

The old man of the Xuanji Realm had a solemn face, if he did it, then he would definitely not be able to go toe-to-toe with Yang Yifan.

Click.

And Yang Yifan's fist was also clenched, and more than four months of penance in the jungle were not in vain.

When he had just left Qingshan Town, without using his spiritual power to perform martial arts, it would be absolutely impossible for him to fight against a martial artist in the late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm so easily.

After four months of life-and-death battles in the jungle, he has greatly improved his speed and reflexes, which is the purest thing of a martial artist, not relying on spiritual power.

Although that demon is sometimes unreliable, he does have a lot of experience in cultivation.

It seems that I will have to squeeze the demons in the future, and there are a lot of good things.

Yang Yifan secretly thought to himself, anyway, the most unbearable thing for the evil demon is to stir up the law.

"Boy, are you cursing me?"

The demon seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly spoke.

Sweat.

Yang Yifan didn't speak, but looked at Zhao Hua, who had stabilized, and then kicked his back foot, and the whole person rushed away.

"Good, boy. ”

Zhao Hua had completely fallen into a rage, and his face was twisted into a ball because of grievance, "I admit that you have a lot of brute strength, but if you want to win me, you don't have that qualification yet." ”

Swish.

The fist of the right hand was pinched, exuding a slight blood light, and then, as if flatulence, the fist of the right hand suddenly swelled, becoming like a water tank, and the fierce breath came instantly.

There is no doubt about Xuan-level martial arts.

"Douluo Fist. ”

It was like a 10,000-pound hammer falling rapidly from a high altitude, and at this moment, the air seemed to be like water waves, and there was turmoil.

Before the fist fell, the weeds on the ground were pressed against the ground by the fist wind.

"Hmph, brute force, no spiritual power, can't cultivate, that's still no different from waste. ”

Zhao Hua shouted, he was confident that Yang Yifan would definitely not be able to block this blow.

"Who told you I don't have spiritual powers?"

Suddenly, Yang Yifan grinned.

What the?

Zhao Hua was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't react, where was there any fluctuation of spiritual power in Yang Yifan's body?

However, the next moment, his eyes widened, and it was like seeing a ghost.