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Seeing this, Su Qingxue immediately said anxiously: "Elder Ling, this matter is just a misunderstanding. My husband doesn't know that they are your disciples, so there is no need to get revenge for it."
She had a good relationship with Ling Yuwei, so she naturally didn't want Ye Fan and the Shushan faction to become stalemate.
Ling Qingfeng thought she was worried about Ye Fan, and stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "Miss Su, this matter is our fault in Shushan first. I just want to speak out for my two disciples. I will never kill you. Don't worry. ".
Although his disciple was thrown out by Ye Fan with one move, Ling Qingfeng was still full of confidence, because he was in the concentrating state and was not at the same level as the physical training period.
Su Qingxue was speechless, she was worried about Ye Fan, but worried for his old bone.
But this is not easy to say clearly, so I can only say to Ye Fan: "Husband, it's up to my face... Shouldn't it be forgotten?"
"Wife, I'm not going to fight, this old man wants to teach me a lesson," Ye Fan spread his hands.
Ling Qingfeng said with a stern face: "Ye Fan, I don't want to destroy the things in your house, if you have the courage, let me go out."
After finishing speaking, Ling Qingfeng stepped out on his own, and a group of Shushan disciples followed them out proudly, and the expressions they cast at Ye Fan were very obvious-your kid is done!
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't know where these Shushan Sect people were confident, or they were blind to their mentor, and they were really frogs at the bottom of the well.
Ye Fan didn't care either. To put this matter to an end, a fight with Ling Qingfeng was inevitable.
He walked to an empty tree-lined lawn outside and confronted Ling Qingfeng.
"Elder Ling, it will be canceled after the call, but you still have to compensate for the door of my house," Ye Fan said.
Ling Qingfeng said proudly: "Our Shushan School is a respectable school. If you damage your house, you will naturally pay. You don't have to mention these little things. Come on, you are a junior, I will let you three tricks!"
Ye Fan waved his hand hurriedly, "No, you are an elder, you are old, you come first."
"Don't talk nonsense! Let you do it! Do you look down on the old man!?" Ling Qingfeng stared.
Ye Fan thought, come on, since the old guy is so strong, then he just casually discusses with him, and with a little bit of strength, it shouldn't hurt.
After all, Su Qingxue was still watching, always embarrassed to hurt her girlfriend's grandfather in front of her.
After Ye Fan pretended to make a gesture, he ran over and punched Ling Qingfeng a few times with long punches.
Although Ye Fan had already converged very much, in the eyes of the Shushan faction, it was already very fast and had a lot of strength. On the contrary, he felt that Ye Fan was really such a level.
"Okay, the three tricks are over! It's the old man's turn to take action!"
Ling Qingfeng looked serious, displayed Shushan's basic sword fist, and launched a quick attack against Ye Fan.
Shushan's sword fist is derived from swordsmanship. Although it is a boxing technique, it has a unique swordsmanship trajectory. It is tricky and fierce. Although it is a basic martial arts, it also has its own characteristics.
However, as far as Ye Fan is concerned, this kind of Guwu already has some pediatrics.
In Ye Fan's view, this kind of boxing is a bit like a tiger, but the essence of the boxing and swordsmanship can't be explained perfectly. It's just superficial.
The two had done more than two dozen moves on the grass, and Ye Fan had always used his hands and feet to block the ground, so that Ling Qingfeng's offense was completely useless.
"What a drip-proof defense! It seems that the old man is really unprofitable!"
Ling Qingfeng jumped away, waved to the disciple, and saw a simple and simple long sword held in his arms, flying out and falling into his hand. It was his sword.
"Next, the old man will use a sword, Ye Fan, if you think it is unfair to have no weapon, you can lend you a sword, how about it?" Ling Qingfeng asked.
Ye Fan shook his head, "No need."
According to Ye Fan's current understanding of kendo, he felt that the sword was actually useless, and the sword intent was more powerful than actually swinging the sword around, so Ye Fan didn't even think about looking for a sword ambassador.
Occasionally, you just need to practice with a branch. Anyway, it's just to find a sense of having a sword in your hand, not really relying on the sword itself to hurt people.
"Huh, Master, I don't think this kid can use a sword at all! It's useless to give him!"
Several Shushan disciples were quite disdainful. In their opinion, Ye Fan was a reckless man, so how could he use a noble king of soldiers.
Ye Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, he was interested to see how the well-known swordsmanship of the Shushan School was used by the top masters in the school.
Ling Qingfeng held the sword with one hand, and gently raised it back, revealing the sharpness and heroic aura of a swordsman as a whole, and a strong wind swept up suddenly.
"Boy, be careful!"
Ling Qingfeng seemed to be younger than 20 years younger in an instant, taking a few steps with extraordinary agility, and came to Ye Fan.
A sword struck, like a mirror, with layers of sword light layered on top of each other, like a phantom.
Ye Fan was not in a hurry. Although Ling Qingfeng's speed was faster and his sword was sharp, he didn't fight hard at all. This strength was still not enough to make Ye Fan feel strenuous.
Ye Fan's figure dodged sideways a few times, directly avoiding the seemingly complicated sword light, and at the same time, his feet quickly circled behind Ling Qingfeng.
Ling Qingfeng realized that all of his dozen swords had failed, and suddenly he was shocked. He looked back and found that Ye Fan was really unscathed, like a ghost.
A group of Shushan Sect disciples were also dumbfounded, unable to believe that Ye Fan could easily escape!
"You... what kind of body are you!? Can you even be faster than the old man's drunk immortal looking at the moon?!"
Ye Fan suddenly said, "It turns out that this is the'Drunk Immortal Watching the Moon Step'. This footwork is not like a drunk footwork at all. Then what is the sword technique you used?"
"This is the phantom light style in the'Seven-Star Fumo Sword'!" Ling Qingfeng said.
Ye Fan said "Oh", "I've heard of it. It's very interesting. I actually combined the reflection of the sword with the sword technique. It's difficult to grasp the details. It must be hard work."
Ling Qingfeng was trembling with anger, his face flushed, "Are you humiliating the old man!?"
"No, I'm not saying that your Shushan Kungfu is interesting," Ye Fan said.
"The old man has practiced the sword for a lifetime, and now he has entered the realm of concentration, but he can't even touch the corners of your clothes. You can still analyze our swordsmanship in Shushan leisurely. Isn't this what humiliation is?!" Ling Qingfengda Angrily.
Ye Fan felt baffled, "I can't tell you exactly?"
Ling Qingfeng became angry from embarrassment, and his whole body was shaken with Jian Gang.
He dashed forward with a quick step, drawn a large arc with the long sword in his hand, and showed a more courageous and strong sword technique towards Ye Fan, interlocking and falling like thunder spots!