Whoosh!
Three afterimages flashed past.
The three people came out quickly and returned even faster. They were all frightened by Yang Fan's brutal behavior that he would do immediately after a disagreement.
Even a third-level martial artist like Jing Er was trampled into the ice. What could they do? Should they stand there and let others trample them one by one
So even if they give in, they don't want to have sex with this guy who doesn't play by the rules.
"This brother insists on getting it!"
Mo Yuquan, who had just finished picking things and went back, was dumbfounded after watching Yang Fan's performance. He couldn't help but stand up again and stretched out his thumb at Yang Fan, "You dare to deal with the second son of the Jing family like this, you're awesome. ! Today the Jing family’s face is completely trampled under your feet... "
Snapped!
With another slap, Mo Yuquan also fell to the ground. When he was in a daze and wanted to struggle to stand up, he felt a black shadow falling from the sky above his head, followed by a pain on the left side of his face, and his head was squeezed in. into the ice cave below.
It’s over!
Mo Yuquan instantly understood what he had encountered. He never expected that the other party would even dare to step on him.
Why, this time it’s embarrassing to be thrown into grandma’s house!
Who is this bastard? He just wanted to disgrace the Jing family, but now he doesn't even care about the Mo family. He is simply looking for death!
Mo Yuquan's heart was filled with anger, his energy and blood were running rapidly throughout his body, and he wanted to break free from Yang Fan's feet in one go.
He is different from that loser Jing Er. Jing Er is just a rookie who has just entered the Grand Master realm. But Mo Yuquan had already achieved the Grand Master realm three years ago, and now he has advanced to the eighth level!
If he hadn't thought that this bastard would dare to attack him and catch him off guard, how could he, Mo Yuquan, have fallen into the hands of such a fifth-level master
Both Jing Er and Mo Yuquan only saw the cultivation strength of Yang Fan as a Qi and Blood warrior, but not the cultivation level of Yang Fan as a spiritual master.
Therefore, until this time, Mo Yuquan still had certain illusions about his own skills.
But soon, when Mo Yuquan used all his cultivation strength to make his first struggle and counterattack, the big foot on the left face not only did not collapse and bounce away as he expected, but even stepped on it. When the intensity increased a bit, Mo Yuquan felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
What the hell! This bastard actually pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger!
Yang Fan crushed his left foot with his right foot and murmured while doing so: "What I hate most in my life is this kind of villain who stirs up troubles and laughs in the middle when they have nothing to do!"
"Come on, Fatty, come and step on me if you don't mind!" Yang Fan waved to An Sheng and said: "Today you are the rightful owner, the grandson of the Federation's number one spiritual master, and now you have fallen to the point where even cats and dogs dare to bully them. Now, we can’t embarrass your grandpa anymore!”
"Well, Brother Fan, this is not good." An Sheng kicked Jing Er's cock and said a little embarrassedly: "I seem to be taking advantage of others' danger. It is not what a gentleman does, like How can a gentleman like me do something that adds insult to injury?"
"Otherwise, let's let them go! They are all respectable men from the Federation family. It's not good to smear their face like this."
As he said that, An Sheng's right foot landed heavily between Mo Yuquan's legs. In order to fear that he was not strong enough, An Sheng even used his mental power to increase the speed of his footing by more than thirty times.
As soon as his foot fell, Yang Fan seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking. Mo Yuquan's head under his feet also twitched and struggled fiercely, but Yang Fan suppressed them all.
Seeing the bodies of Jing Er and Mo Yuquan that were completely twisted in pain, Yang Fan twitched the corner of his mouth. This Fatty An was much more ruthless than him. He was greeting them all three ways. This is it.
Although such an injury is far from killing a grandmaster, the pain involved is definitely unbearable by any normal man.
How much hatred must there be for a fat man who has always been a man of peace and wealth to be so ruthless
Yang Fan and An Sheng have known each other for so many years, and they know that this fat man is just a bit arrogant and arrogant. Even if he has a conflict with his classmates, he usually just points it out, but he has never used it against anyone in the class. My classmates have been cruel to me.
Like today, it was the first time for Yang Fan to see someone's balls being crushed one by one.
Finally, I feel a bit like a man!
Yang Fan grinned. Not only did he not blame him, he even cast an encouraging and appreciative look in his eyes.
A warrior must have this kind of bloody spirit, and be absolutely unambiguous when it's time to take action!
If you don't retaliate, you are not a gentleman. You are about to be bullied over your head. If you don't fight back, why should you practice martial arts? You might as well go home and play in the mud, it's safe.
"Hold... your feet!"
Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't bear it anymore. The king-level expert who had been standing next to Mo Yuquan stood up and looked at Yang Fan and An Sheng with a gloomy face: "You are so young, but you have such vicious thoughts. How are the cruel behaviors of you two different from those of monsters?!"
"Brother Mo Ming is right!" Behind him, in the direction where Jing Er came out just now, an old man of half a century also separated from the crowd and walked out: "We are all fellow human race, even if there is some misunderstanding, why do you need to do this? You two juniors , is there still a little bit of right and wrong in your eyes?!"
Seeing that his younger generation was trampled under his feet and the vital parts of his crotch were trampled to pulp, the old man's mouth twitched and his expression became extremely gloomy.
Today's juniors are really too presumptuous. They don't even know their last names just because they have some cultivation skills.
"Fat man." Yang Fan asked An Sheng softly, "Who are these two old dogs? Do you know them?"
An Sheng's legs went weak and his liver trembled a little.
"Brother Fan, that's about it." An Sheng secretly sent a message to Yang Fan: "These two are the old kings of the Jing and Mo families. They are both shameless old guys. If you continue to provoke like this, they will really They will take action against us!"
An Sheng couldn't understand why Brother Fan, who had always been so low-key as if he didn't exist, suddenly became so high-profile today.
Although it was really satisfying to crush the vital points of Jing Er and Mo Yuquan just now, the two old guys in front of me are different. If one of them is not good, there will definitely be a battle of kings.
The three of them are alone, how can they fare well against two ninth-level Wuwu who are close to their peak
This is trying to beat the odds with a rock.
"Afraid!" Yang Fan glared at An Sheng and said, "Are you afraid that they will let us go? If compromise worked, you and your father wouldn't have been afraid to return home for ten years. "
"Don't worry, I'm here today to make you feel better!"
Yang Fan's cowhide blew loudly, and while An Sheng was grateful, he was also worried.
"Ding! Your disciple Ansheng is in a excited mood and is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved, his loyalty to the sect has been greatly improved, and his centripetal force has been +20."
Yang Fan was startled, he didn't expect this kid to be so emotional.
I gave him a top-quality rune secret treasure before and he only contributed five points of sect centripetal force. Unexpectedly, I didn't give him anything this time. I just fought with him and boasted a few words. , and easily harvested twenty points of sect centripetal force.
It seems that Fatty still prefers sensationalism.
"Young man is looking for death!"
The aura on Mo Ming's body rose to the sky, and a king's power directly exerted pressure on Yang Fan and An Sheng: "Since you are so uneducated, today I will teach your parents to discipline you!"
As he said that, Mo Ming slapped his right palm lightly, and actually slapped Yang Fan directly on the left side of his face. The speed and force were so fast that he clearly wanted to smash Yang Fan's head.
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. This old guy didn't really want to have a green face, and he directly killed the junior in front of so many people. He was really not a good thing!
With a thought, the Tiangang thorns in the sea of consciousness were ready. As long as Mo Ming's palm came to the door, Yang Fan would not give up until he took the opportunity to chop off one of his arms.
"Elder Mo Ming!"
Following a soft shout from the crowd, Mo Ming's figure instantly became stiff and motionless, and the arm that had just flown out was stuck in the air, unable to move forward even an inch.
Mo Ming was horrified. He knew that this junior would have someone to rely on behind him, but he didn't expect that the person he relied on would be so powerful.
"We old guys don't have to get involved in the fun among the juniors, right?"
"And Senior Jingren, everyone has their own minds on what is right and wrong. If Jingyang hadn't provoked him just now, he would never have ended up like this. Speaking of which, all this is his own fault. "
"You have to bear the trouble yourself. Besides, little friend Yang Fan is very measured in his actions. He will never really kill them."
While talking, a fairy-like woman in a white dress walked out of the crowd, nodded and smiled slightly at Yang Fan and An Sheng, then turned around and looked at the two kings, Mo Ming and Jing Ren.
Mo Ming and the others were intimidated by her aura, and asked her in a probing voice: "I wonder who you are?"
"My name is Ye Hanshuang, and I am an ordinary martial arts practical course instructor at Jinghua Martial Arts University." The woman in the white dress introduced herself: "At the same time, I am also the team leader of Jinghua Martial Arts University participating in the trial of the Spiritual Source."
"Ye Hanshuang?" Mo Ming was startled: "Former Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Special Affairs Bureau, newly appointed Vice President Ye of Wuhan University in Beijing?!"
Ye Hanshuang smiled and nodded without denying, "Elder Mo Ming is very well informed. I just accepted Principal Yin's appointment three days ago. It has not yet been officially announced by Beijing Martial Arts University."
Mo Ming raised his finger and pointed at Yang Fan and the others, and asked softly: "Principal Ye, who are you and the three of them...?"
"They are all freshmen in my class this year at Jinghua Wuhan University. I am very optimistic about them, and if nothing else happens, they will all be students in my class after the new semester starts. Is this reason enough?"
(End of chapter)