As soon as the idea of spraying as soon as he wanted to squirt, a stream of red blood appeared from the corner of Yang Yifan's mouth and kept dripping down the corner of his lips, causing Chu Ruoyi and several girls to scream loudly.

After all, what happened today was too much for them to imagine, they couldn't imagine how a good haunted house collapsed, they couldn't imagine that they and others would be stopped if they wanted to leave, and they couldn't imagine that Yang Yifan was just glared at, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

But when Chu Ruoyi was worried and wanted to rush up to check Yang Yifan's situation, the police inspector beside her silently stretched out his hand, politely but resolutely stopped her, no matter how Chu Ruoyi cried and prayed, he was blocked in front of her like a hard-hearted robot.

Hearing this, Yang Yifan reluctantly raised his head and looked in Chu Ruoyi's direction, wanting to comfort her out loud and let her not worry about herself. But he couldn't do it as simply as he usually ate and drank, and in the end he could only squeeze out a smile at Chu Ruoyi, and then lowered his head deeply.

Because, Mo Tianbei increased his momentum again.

Forty percent was just forty percent of the momentum, and the blood that Yang Yifan had slowly poured out before suddenly turned into a bloody sword and rushed out of his mouth.

This is the strength of a Xuan-level master? Obviously, it is only one big realm away, but the strength is so different.

If the person standing in front of him now is a prefecture-level powerhouse, is it possible to destroy himself with a single look?

So what will happen to the heaven-level powerhouses?

Sure enough, he was still too weak, and he was complacent about the strength of the first level of the yellow level, and he was obsessed with the sourness of cutting melons and vegetables for ordinary people. It turns out that when a higher person wants to kill himself, it is as sour as chopping melons and vegetables...

"Yo, yes, young man. Mo Tianbei once again increased his momentum and coercion, according to common sense, the coercion of a Xuan-level master is not at all something that a yellow-level beginner can bear.

But now, the Yang Yifan in front of him endured it alive, and did not kneel to him under his coercion. Although he also paid the price of vomiting blood, and the blood he vomited also contained visible fragments of internal organs.

"That's pretty much it, I don't plan to do anything to you now, I just want to take you back to the door to ask for an investigation, if the haunted house really has nothing to do with you, for Gonggong's sake, I will definitely let you go intact." Why bother holding on like this, it's not bad that you can get to this point with your strength. If you continue to do so, you may cause permanent damage to your body, but don't destroy your future. ”

Mo Tianbei said these words lightly, and there was no literal meaning in his words that the seniors were thinking about the juniors. On the contrary, there is a thick ridicule between the lines, as if he is laughing at Yang Yifan's indiscretion?

"The third one... Gong Yu called Yang Yifan lightly, and there was a sense of concern in his voice. With his family's martial arts background, he naturally knows a lot about what Mo Tianbei said. But he also understands a truth, he knows that Yang Yifan is an assertive person, no matter whether he can persuade or not, Yang Yifan will continue to do it according to his own ideas. If he speaks, it will even have the opposite effect.

Yang Yifan raised his head again when he heard this, just raised his head a few centimeters, and he spent a lot of strength, looking very difficult.

first looked at Chu Ruoyi, who had already fainted from crying, and a wry smile appeared on Yang Yifan's pale face. After turning his head to look at Gong Yu, who was about to speak, Yang Yifan showed a comforting smile again.

Fifty percent?

How could he, Yang Yifan, be knocked down by someone else's momentum!

Yang Yifan roared wildly in his heart, looked up at Mo Tianbei, and his eyes revealed a fierce light, which was a will never admit defeat.

"Self-defeating. Mo Tianbei didn't have any emotional fluctuations due to Yang Yifan's vicious eyes, after all, if the ants on the road glared at you, it was impossible for you to stare at it back.

You'll just lift your feet at will, and you'll crush tiny ants to pieces with one kick. And now, Yang Yifan is the ant in Mo Tianbei's eyes, and Mo Tianbei did raise the foot that symbolized death for Yang Yifan and stepped in the direction of Yang Yifan.

In the face of Mo Tianbei's sudden outbreak of two-percent momentum, Yang Yifan's heart was also a little flustered, after all, it was said that it was one into one, and he gave himself a slow and difficult adaptation process. But now Mo Tianbei suddenly improved his two goals under his eyes, which completely disrupted Yang Yifan's rhythm, and really proved the old saying that if you don't do it, you won't die.

Yang Yifan is not a person who sits still, no matter what kind of desperate situation he is in, he feels that he should be able to save it.

The second-level healing technique in his hand seemed to be sprinkled without physical strength, and when the previous one just fell on him, the next one followed and the spell was successfully cast.

It's just a pity that no matter how many healing techniques Yang Yifan casts on his body at the same time, only one can take effect at the same time.

It's normal to think about this, otherwise if the healing technique can be superimposed, it will really become a god-defying skill. I'm afraid that he, Yang Yifan, is a tough slap against Mo Tianbei, not to mention being able to scare him to death, how can he break off one of his big teeth.

Blood spurted out of Yang Yifan's mouth as if he didn't want money, according to his bleeding amount, if he was an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have lost too much blood and fell into a coma by now.

Although he can still stand tremblingly in front of Mo Tianbei now, he is already at the end of the crossbow.

Seventy percent of the coercion has long exceeded the limit that his body can bear, and now he is completely relying on healing techniques and willpower to support himself. And every time he performed a healing technique, all his physical strength was consumed.

As the body is suppressed by coercion, plus the consumption of performing healing techniques. Yang Yifan felt that his physical strength was about to be squeezed out by him, and now he had to use all his strength to support him even when he was standing.

Maybe the time he fell was in the next second.

With the passage of time and the growth of the coercion on his body, Mo Tianbei's previous sarcastic eyes have long disappeared. If Yang Yifan still had the strength to look up at Yang Yifan now, then he would be able to see the appreciative expression on Mo Tianbei's face now.

This kid's potential is not small, he can actually rely on the strength of the first level of the yellow level, and resist the seventy percent momentum of his own high-level Xuan level. If he can escape the danger this time, coupled with his tenacity, his future achievements will be limitless.

Thinking of this, Mo Tianbei's eyes flashed, and he slightly restrained his momentum, giving Yang Yifan a chance to breathe, and asked at the same time.

"One last question, will you come with me now?"