In the face of dozens of encircled and suppressed enemies in front and back, Zhang Fan seemed very calm.

His calmness is by no means superficial, but his hard work, which is not boiling at all.

It can be seen that these dozen or so people are completely inadequate for him.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant, bring the silver martial arts ring. ”

Suddenly, a killing punch came from behind, and the other party was a master of external skills, and his cultivation had reached the Ming Strength Period.

Under a punch, the fist wind exploded, opening and closing, and it was very powerful.

However, for the martial arts path, the Ming Jin period is only the starting point.

Zhang Fan didn't move, didn't even look back, just raised his right hand and grabbed the man's fist with a snap.

Then he threw it and threw the man straight out, slamming him to the ground.

"It's all said together, do you look down on me?"

Zhang Fan even yelled with a little dissatisfaction.

"You look for death, let's go!"

This time, five people were on board at once.

They even carried their own weapons, or daggers or pestles, and bombarded Zhang Fan.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Zhang Fan did not move his prestige, did not show his cultivation, and only relied on pure combat skills to deal with these five people with ease.

"This son is extraordinary, let's go together. ”

Finally, someone saw that Zhang Fan was not simple.

"Sure enough, the person who can get the Silver Martial Ring is by no means an idle person. Let's go up together first, and then we'll talk about snatching the silver martial arts ring. ”

Bajiquan's Qin Bailie and Wing Chun's Ye Fengyu also made a move.

The two should be regarded as the most powerful characters in this group of people, but it is only in the late Ming Jin period, the fist is thumping, and it is difficult to see the true meaning.

"I still don't believe it, a dozen of us, we can't kill a stinky boy, punch him to death. ”

Ye Fengyu shouted.

The Wing Chun boxing method concealed a killing motive and smashed heavily towards Zhang Fan's back.

As a result, the fist had not yet hit Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan's right foot, a flying kick, directly kicked Ye Fengyu and flew out.

This really flew out, the whole person flew more than ten meters high, more than thirty meters away, drew a perfect parabola in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Fan's kick didn't use any cultivation power, just a pure kick.

The leaf fell to the ground in the rain, half dead, and became a puddle of mud.

"If you succeed, give me death!"

In the midst of the chaos, a fierce fist smashed straight from Zhang Fan's left side towards his temple.

This punch is none other than the master of Bajiquan, Qin Bailie.

His fist index finger is complete, using the knuckles, to form an awl-like weapon.

This punch has a strong energy, and if it hits the temple of an ordinary person, it will inevitably die on the spot, as if it was pierced by a bullet.

It can be said that this punch is extremely ruthless and is the authentic style of Bajiquan.

In the face of this punch, Zhang Fan's movements suddenly accelerated, the whole person moved instantly, and the movements in his hands were as fast as lightning.

He quickly grabbed Qin Bailie's fist, and then slammed, hit, folded, hit, slashed, and pulled.

Qin Bailie's hand was directly removed by Zhang Fan.

For a moment, blood was pouring out, spurting towards the other warriors around him.

"Ahhhh

He lay on the ground, holding his right hand tightly.

"Who the hell is this guy? Even Qin Bailie's hand dares to break?"

"Run, we're no match for him. ”

"Damn, kicked the iron plate, provoked the ruthless people, run. ”

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When the others saw Ye and Qin who fell to the ground, they were terrified in their hearts and wanted to escape.

However, is it possible for Zhang Fan to let them escape?

"Escape? Ask the Taoist Master if he wants to, come if he wants, leave if he wants, where is the divine power of my Daomen?"

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and shook it in the air.

This grip, centered on his hand, generated a huge wave of attraction energy that sucked everyone over.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan shouted.

"Get out!"

This rolling word, like a thunderbolt, exploded in everyone's minds.

Thundered!

For a moment, everyone stood stiffly on the ground, and then their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground like mud.

Then, Zhang Fan reached out and stuck his trouser pocket, and then left the alley casually.

The man who left behind the ghost and the wolf howl fell miserably to the ground.

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"What's going on? Who did that?"

Qin Bailie was sent back to his master, and when he saw Qin Bailie's miserable appearance, Chen Wujin immediately became angry.

With a thud, he smashed the wooden table beside him with a palm.

"Master Chen is angry, that guy not only injured your apprentice, but also many martial artists, all of whom were abolished by him. ”

"Huang Tianlong of Kongtong Mountain, Zhu Xuanyi of the Black-clothed School, and Ye Fengyu of Wing Chun, a total of twelve people, were all abolished by him alone. ”

"This son is too arrogant, he is presumptuous in my Yingtan area, and he also asks Master Chen to uphold justice. ”

The person who sent Qin Bailie back told Chen Wujin about the cause and effect of the incident.

After learning the truth, Chen Wujin was even more annoyed and angry.

"This son is really arrogant and arrogant, just a competition of martial arts, and he actually did such a poisonous hand, where is the other person? I will go to seek justice for Bailie and them now. ”

In Chen Wujin's view, snatching the silver martial arts ring is just a normal competition.

The winner wins, and the point stops, there is no need to be so ruthless.

And Zhang Fan was so vicious that he tore off the right hand of his most proud disciple.

This is simply a disaster for Qin Bailie, who is practicing martial arts.

"Back to Master Chen, in three days, he will go to the Silver Memory Bar again, and we will settle accounts with him there when the time comes. ”

"But Master Chen, this son is quite powerful, and he is one of the people who has the Silver Martial Ring like you. More than a dozen of our warriors were all folded in his hands. ”

"If you want to defeat this son, I'm afraid you still need help. ”

That person was worried, he had seen Zhang Fan's strength with his own eyes, and a single word would abolish everyone.

However, Chen Wujin prides himself on being the peak grandmaster of Bajiquan, and he is also the holder of the Silver Martial Ring, and he has his own arrogance.

Listening to the man's words, he smiled disdainfully.

"No, it's just a child, and the head of this family will abolish it with one hand. ”

"That being said, one more person is one more power. I will now go to several other martial arts halls and inform the major masters located in my Yingtan, hoping that everyone can join hands and kill this son together. ”

After speaking, he left the Chen Jiawu Pavilion to divide the rudder.

Obviously, Zhang Fan has unknowingly become the public enemy of all the martial artists in this area.

In the next three days, all the martial arts masters in Yingtan were summoned and prepared to jointly crusade against Zhang Fan.

They are all silver martial arts masters in this area, and they are also preparing to participate in this silver martial arts conference.

Finally, on the third day, Zhang Fan came to the Silver Memory Bar again before twelve o'clock at noon as promised.

However, as soon as he entered the bar this time, he saw a group of people looking towards him.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled indifferently, calmly walked to the bar, and ordered a glass of wine.

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