Ye Fan and Mu Bing walked out of the dilapidated house one after another. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They looked as usual, and they didn't see anything wrong with it, as if there was no fierce battle just now, just to distract themselves.

The people who were watching the battle around were secretly relieved, but neither of them was seriously injured by the influence of the dust and mist. Although the two of them didn't seem to show the excitement after the victory and defeat, almost everyone could see at a glance that this battle was still Ye Fan's victory.

Because he was still holding a purple wooden box in his hand, he did not teach Mu Bing's hand.

Ye Fan returned to the main street.

At this time, he was surprised to find that on the entire main street, which was seven or eight miles long and led directly to the south gate of Luyang City, there were almost no traces of people on the empty street dozens of zhang wide. Those people who were bustling shopping and setting up stalls to sell have all disappeared at some point.

This strange feeling is as if Luyang City is empty.

On this long street, there are only more than a dozen late-stage martial arts masters standing sporadically, all of whom are the top people in Luyang Mansion.

However, looking at both sides of the main street, all the large and small restaurants, attic corridors, tea shops, shops, residential walls, and low trees along the street were almost crowded with people watching the battle, no less than tens of thousands of people.

Those people from the eight major families of Luyang Mansion had already occupied a favorable position to watch the battle from the height with the widest view of the large and small restaurants.

"You say, how many people can Ye Fan defeat?"

"Hmph! No matter how strong Ye Fan is, he is only one person, and he will run out of physical strength after a few fights. Even if he is at the peak of the ninth layer of martial arts, it will be great to defeat seven or eight late-stage martial arts masters one after another. Can't go far at all!"

"This is still a one-on-one fair contest, and it is possible to defeat seven or eight people! If everyone rushes up regardless of his identity, he will not be able to carry it even if he has seven heads and six arms. ”

"Ye Fan was originally the most likely to get this wooden box. The premise is that he has enough strategy. But he just went to get the wooden box first, and became the target of everyone! I don't think he's optimistic about him!"

The young warriors of the Eight Great Clans stood on the tall building, with a look of ridicule and jealousy, and discussed one after another.

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"Ye Fan, although you can easily defeat me and Yu'er!, there are dozens of top masters in the late stage of martial artists behind, and everyone is different. You're alone, so be careful!"

Mu Bing is colorful.

"Yes!"

Ye Fan nodded indifferently, walked on the main street, and walked towards the south gate of the city.

He didn't go fast.

But on this short street, there are many challengers. Soon, Ye Fan met the next challenger, the business genius Sun Zaoli.

"Brother Ye, although I know that I am invincible, I still want to teach you a trick!"

Sun Zaoli arched his hand and said respectfully.

Ye Fan nodded.

Sun Zaoli flipped his hands, took out an extra killing stick, and suddenly rushed towards Ye Fan. He was a little nervous in his heart, and with a wave of the long stick in his hand, a majestic shadow of a chaotic stick appeared in mid-air, descending from the sky and covering Ye Fan.

Ye Fan just watched calmly, waiting until Sun Zaoli rushed closer.

He stepped forward and threw a punch.

This punch impartially passed through the dense stick shadow and hit Sun Zaoli's chest.

"Bang!"

Sun Zaoli's chest ached, he flew out a few feet, reluctantly got up, and looked at Ye Fan with a shocked and puzzled expression, "Why is this happening?"

"The set of 'Killing Sticks' you have cultivated is too majestic and fancy on the outside, and it is only suitable for dealing with opponents who are lower than you. But for the stronger ones, the stick spacing is so big that my fist can go through!"

Ye Fan walked past Sun Zaoli and said flatly.

On the street, in the next challenge, Feng Shuang, who was on the eighth floor of the martial arts stage, pulled out his sword and pointed at Ye Fan. Seeing Sun Zaoli fall to the ground with his own eyes, his face showed a look of high vigilance.

"Please teach Brother Ye!"

After speaking, he took his sword and attacked quickly and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked.

"Bang!"

Feng Shuang was kicked and flew out of the air, lying on the ground like Sun Zaoli.

Ye Fan walked towards the next opponent standing on the main street.

"Ye Fan, please advise!"

Lin Dan's jade hand holding the sword trembled slightly. She didn't have any confidence to fight against Ye Fan at all, because she couldn't understand how Ye Fan knocked down Sun Zaoli and Feng Shuang and others.

Ye Fan's basic martial arts realm was beyond her comprehension.

Bang!

Lin Dan was in a trance and had not yet made a move, his eyes flickered, and he felt a heavy blow to his wrist, and a burst of unbearable severe pain, and he saw that the sword had flown out of his hand.

She lost her complexion and staggered to the side, not daring to block Ye Fan's way again.

"Let's go back and refine the medicine!"

Ye Fan gathered his legs and continued to walk towards the south gate of the city.

"Bang!"

The sixth challenger hunched over and slowly fell unwillingly.

"Bang, boom~!"

The seventh challenger, knocked away by a heavy leg blow and crashed into a pergola on the side of the street.

"Bang!"

The eighth challenger fell.

Tens of thousands of spectators fell silent throughout the long main street, only occasionally gasping deeply.

These challengers were all fighting with Ye Fan head-on, and were beaten down by a punch or a leg.

They couldn't stop a single move.

This is simply a shocking miracle, which also means that Ye Fan's martial realm has reached a magical realm.

Even the children of the big clans, who were standing on the top of the restaurant and were still sneering, closed their mouths and stared at the street with their eyes fixed, watching the battle seriously.

Ye Fan walked three miles away from the south gate of the city.

There is a small tea shop on the street here, which can accommodate more than a dozen people sitting and drinking tea. However, there was only one tea guest at this time.

Jiang Youxi drank the last sip of lightly fragrant tea, put down the cup, paced to the middle of the street, and said with some annoyance: "Ye Fan, this is not very interesting for you! We are all classmates anyway, you only use one move against them, and all of them are the basic three, how faceless this is! Use your beginner martial arts skills too! In this way, you use the "Flash Technique" to deal with me, even if I lose, I will have a little face." Ah. ”

Ye Fan stepped a little, and his figure flashed.

"Poof!"

Jiang Youxi was stunned and found that Ye Fan had already arrived next to him, he took a punch in his stomach, squirted out a big mouthful of tea, curled his body and hugged his stomach, and squatted on the ground in pain.

Anyway, let me finish my sentence!

Jiang Youxi wanted to scold, but he couldn't scold with a stomachache.

"You can't fix this problem, there's a lot of nonsense! As you wish, I just used the "Flash Step Trick" once, plus a punch!"

Ye Fan put away his fist and walked over from Jiang Youxi's side.

Three miles from the south gate of the city, it stopped.

Because ahead, most of the remaining monks of the Luyang Mansion who were trying to compete for the purple wooden box, about twenty or so martial arts late-stage masters, were waiting in the last three miles of this exit that was about to storm the south gate of the city.

All the students looked at him with a complicated gaze. In admiration, there is a little fear and jealousy, or jealousy.

Three miles inside the south gate of the city, the location here is very good. The place is open enough, and once you get it, you can rush to the city gates.

As long as you take a step out of the south gate of the city with the purple wooden box, you will win.

The students seemed to be hesitating to go together.

They are also senior brothers and sisters with heads and faces in the courtyard of Luyang Mansion on weekdays, and the younger brothers who follow them are a group. The battles between them at this level have always been one-on-one, and there is no such thing as many people fighting one person.

In front of the residents of Luyang City, they, the masters of the late stage of martial arts, beat up a person together, which was a very humiliating move. It shows that they admit that they can't do it, and they must go up in a group of people to have a chance.

But if they don't go together, they don't feel that they are one-on-one, and they are sure that they can beat Ye Fan. Even if it is one wheel after another, one-on-one may not have this chance to win.

Ye Fan knew that they were hesitating, and couldn't help but smile:

"My basic footwork is the tenth realm god level. Within one step, I am invincible!"

"My basic fist technique is the tenth realm god level. Within one punch, I'm invincible!"

"My basic leg method is also the tenth realm god level. Within one leg, there is my invincible! Three basic martial arts divine realm. ”

"My martial artist is at the peak of the ninth layer! your cultivation will definitely not be higher than mine, and your martial arts realm is not as good as mine. One-on-one, none of you are my opponent!"

"Let's go together!"

Ye Fan finished speaking.

His gaze swept over the more than twenty late-stage martial arts masters in front of him, and he silently counted them in his heart, but found that there were two missing - Zhao Feiyang and Ao Lie.

He couldn't help but look farther away.

I saw that at the highest place above the city wall of the south gate of the city, a cold young man Wu Zheng stood there coldly, with a sword at his waist and a powerful nine-stone divine arm bow in his hand, looking at the people below with contempt.

The Nine Stone Divine Arm Bow in Zhao Feiyang's hand may shoot explosive arrows at any time to carry out a lore.

"Zhao Feiyang!"

Ye Fan silently recited a name in his heart.

Zhao Feiyang is much stronger than before, whether it is momentum or self-confidence, he has reached the peak of the late stage of martial arts. Occupy the top position, obviously to control the whole field.

But there was still one person missing.

His gaze swept under the city gate, dozens of zhang long and narrow passage of the city gate, and a pair of cold and bloody red ghostly wolf eyes inside, revealing a faint murderous aura.

"It turns out that Ao Lie is waiting here!"

Ye Fan said silently in his heart.

There is the exit from the south gate of Luyang City, the last step to success. Ao Lie practiced penance in the mountains for two years, and experienced countless fights with fierce beasts, which was the most dangerous.

And choose the narrowest exit passage of the city gate, this is a battle of narrow roads.

Ye Fan found the two of them, turned around, looked at the more than twenty martial arts masters in front of him, and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"It seems that we alone can't defeat you, since Brother Ye wants us to go together, then we're welcome! Brothers and sisters, there is only one wooden box, let's join forces to defeat Ye Fan first!"

Wang Lie, who was strong and mighty, stood up, held a heavy knife, and shouted in a deep voice.

He is also one of the ten people in the former genius class, a child of the Wang family, and he is very high in the assessment of several departments. Compared to others, he is not a genius, he has a relatively balanced range of qualifications, and he is not particularly good, but he is also not particularly flawed.