Musha.
One among ten thousand, his status is transcendent.
Beyond the law, he possesses terrifying power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. He can even extend his life by two hundred years if he reaches the peak of cultivation.
Zhao Rong had seen the martial arts master take action with his own eyes.
One punch breaks the mountain.
Cut off the river with one palm.
Killing with one thought.
All kinds of magical powers have become gods!
Zhao Rong, the legitimate son of the Zhao family, dreams of becoming a martial artist. The Zhao family has invested nearly one billion in this effort, but he has no talent for practicing martial arts.
The Zhao family could only invite two warriors to protect Zhao Rong. Although they were not martial arts masters, they were also rare martial arts masters.
"This friend, who is also a warrior, why don't you give me and your wife a good look and let the matter of today be revealed?"
The woman in the cheongsam is about thirty-five or sixty-six years old. She has an average appearance and a charming voice.
"You are also a warrior!"
Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Ye Fan with shock and jealousy.
But the next second, joy appeared on his face again, so what if he was a warrior who was unique among thousands.
If you offended the Zhao family in Donghai City, you will still die here today!
"Musha……"
Ye Fan has heard the word 'warrior' more than once, but this is the first time he has seen a warrior.
His eyes glanced away, revealing a strange color.
interesting.
Although they are warriors, this man and woman actually have an extremely chaotic spiritual energy circulating within their bodies.
The purity is less than one thousandth of the spiritual energy exhaled by Ye Fan, and it can be regarded as a super low-end version of the practitioner.
Think about it too.
In this age of Dharma-ending with poor spiritual energy, seeking immortality and seeking enlightenment is simply as difficult as reaching heaven. If you want to practice cultivation, you can only settle for the next best thing.
But this retreat.
One cultivates immortality and the other cultivates martial arts.
The difference of one word is a chasm that can never be crossed.
…
Seeing that Ye Fan didn't speak.
Zhou Yun said kindly: "Friend, the internal organs of the corpse were shattered by the shock along the way, which means that you can't perfectly control your energy to hit one place, and you waste too much energy. You must have just entered the fourth level, right?"
"And my husband and I are both fifth grade, so you have to be careful."
There are nine levels of martial arts.
The lower third level is used to practice external strength, and the middle third level is used to practice internal strength. Most warriors are stuck below the sixth level throughout their lives.
Only a very small number of extremely talented martial arts wizards can combine the incompatible internal and external energy into one, and cross the chasm to become a unified state.
in this way.
He can be called a martial arts master and has the capital to establish a sect.
Zhou Yun saw that Ye Fan had become an inner strength warrior at a young age and his talent was astonishing. He might be a disciple of a certain martial arts master.
She and her husband have limited talents and have no hope of being promoted to the sixth rank in their lifetimes, so naturally they don't want to make enemies.
"Fifth level, is it very strong?"
"..."
Zhou Yun's smile gradually faded.
She could see that this boy in a monk's robe did not want to reconcile, and even looked down on the couple.
"Friend, I, Zhou Yun, gave me the steps, but you refused to give them to me. Even if I kill you, your master will probably not say anything."
Zhou Yun bent down, took off her high heels, and kicked him in the air from a few meters away.
"boom!"
A hole the size of a human head was kicked out of the wall behind Ye Fan, and dust and smoke flew everywhere.
A kick from the air has such power. If this kick hits hard, it will definitely be able to penetrate the steel plate.
Ye Fan turned his head and glanced.
Pointing at Zhao Rong, his expression was cold: "He insulted my beloved and threatened to cut me into pieces. Are you sure you want to help him?"
Zhou Yun kicked again, this time no longer showing mercy, and answered Ye Fan with actions.
And her husband, a strong man nearly two meters tall, stepped forward and punched her at the same time.
The howling wind of the fists spread the murderous intent, causing Zhao Rong's heart to beat wildly as he was kneeling on the ground, fearing that he would be accidentally injured by the two of them.
"People who practice spiritual practice have the power not to punish evil and eradicate evil, but to help evildoers do evil."
"You guys, damn it!"
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he pointed out.
The strong man whose fist had reached three inches in front of Ye Fan's forehead suddenly stiffened, and he knelt down with a dazed expression.
Zhao Rong had a look of fear on his face. He saw the usually tyrannical warrior Feng Feng, with a blood hole on his forehead that penetrated his head.
"husband!"
Zhou Yunyan's eyes were about to burst and she said angrily: "I'll kill you!!!"
Ye Fan didn't move.
Because Zhou Yun didn't notice that there was a blood hole on her forehead, but just after taking two steps, Zhou Yun noticed warm liquid flowing on her face.
She caressed it subconsciously, her fingers as red as the cheongsam on her body.
"Am I dead too?"
Zhou Yun's pupils gradually lost focus, and her face was full of disbelief. She also fell down, and by chance she fell next to Zhao Rong.
The Zhao family's legitimate son's brain was shut down and he was completely unable to think.
Manager Lin was so frightened that he became incontinent.
impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
This was a powerful and invincible fifth-grade warrior. How could he die so easily...
"ah!"
Zhao Rong suddenly screamed.
Ye Fan raised his foot, kicked one of Zhao Rong's severed fingers to Manager Lin's feet, and said calmly:
"Call and ask all his family members to come over. If he is late for a minute, I will chop off one of his fingers."
"Spare me, please spare me, I can give you money, I have a lot of money..."
Zhao Rong was afraid, he was really afraid, and his voice was trembling.
"Don't be afraid."
Ye Fan said in a gentle voice: "I like to convince people with virtue, you should know that I am wrong, right?"
"I know I was wrong. I am a scumbag. I deserve to die. I actually tried to get my hands on your woman. I overestimated my ability. Please don't kill me..."
"Very well, how about we play a little game before your family arrives."
Ye Fan smiled and said: "It's very simple, what is three hundred minus seven?"
…
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
On the city's main road heading to the Red Moon Bar, a Bentley car ignored the red light and stepped on the accelerator frantically.
Except for the driver, there were three people sitting in the car.
There is a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a gloomy expression. His name is Zhao Qingshan, and he is Zhao Rong's father. It is he who keeps urging.
One was a middle-aged woman with red eyes and sobbing, and the other was an old man with white hair and beard who closed his eyes to rest in concentration.
"Qingshan, if something happens to Rong'er, I won't be able to live anymore..." The middle-aged woman kept wiping her tears.
"Cry, cry, cry, just cry, shut up!"
Zhao Qingshan was extremely irritable. His roaring not only did not stop his wife's crying, but actually intensified it.
"You only know how to yell at me. If you have the ability, why don't you yell at the guy who hurt my son? He actually dared to break my son's fingers. I will make sure his whole family is buried with him!"
"Prodigal ladies, you are always the same Zhao Rong, otherwise there would be no trouble today." Zhao Qingshan said angrily.
The space inside the car is not big, and the noise gave the white-haired old man a headache.
He no longer closed his eyes to rest, and said calmly: "Don't worry, you two, I am here, I will definitely keep Zhao Rong safe."
"I heard Manager Lin say that he killed Zhou Yun and his wife very easily." Zhao Qingshan was worried.
"Could it be that Mr. Zhao doesn't believe me?"
"No no no."
Zhao Qingshan apologized: "Senior Wang, you misunderstood. You are the honorary vice-president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association. You are at the peak of the sixth level. You are only one step away from the martial arts master. I am just afraid..."
