837: C837 One Punch for One Child

C837 One Punch for One Child

I'll go!

This is a bit overbearing.

Once again, everyone's eyes lit up.

There were actually quite a number of people who were starting to get worried.

"Boss, can you do it alone?"

"Can you? Please remove it, that's fine."

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth. "If I can't even protect you, how can I be the boss?"

" Come, follow me to enjoy the joy of victory. "

"Alright!"

A group of people walked out of the room and arrived at the plaza.

The people from the Moxu Sect were waiting for them.

There was only one Innate Expert?

Hehe, today I'll make you my stepping stone to show off. I'll make sure you won't be able to make it back alive.

After that, Ye Fan took out a chair from the Treasure Chest and sat down.

"It's you guys? You killed my brother?"

This...

Where did you get this chair?

Everyone was dumbstruck.

However, the more mysterious the new boss was, the happier they were.

This was unprecedented.

"You are?"

The Third Elder spoke slowly.

"He is Mr Drilling Wind. He has challenged the entire bandit den alone. He should be their new boss now." Luo Yiwen explained.

"Hehe! It's you."

"At such a young age, your strength is not bad! Which faction are you from? "

In his eyes.

Ye Fan was so young, he was definitely not a village villager.

He must have his own backing.

Ye Fan shook his head.

"Power my a * s, I always rely on myself."

"But you, a mere Xiantian dares to come here. I really don't know who gave you the courage."

The Third Elder laughed loudly.

"Of course it's because of your strength. Do you really think that you're invincible just because you challenged the bandit den alone?"

"Let me tell you, in my eyes, all of you are nothing more than ants."

Ye Fan slowly stood up from his chair.

Under the bright moonlight, Shi Xing was in high spirits.

"Although ants are small, they have the ambition of a swan. Their lives are as thin as paper, so they should be unyielding."

"You, you can't even compare to ants."

Was this a language?

The mountain bandits had never heard of such profound words.

Although they couldn't understand it, it didn't stop them from thinking that it was awesome.

As expected of the boss, he was indeed talented in literature.

Real show.

The people from the Moxu Sect were twitching their lips.

What a serious illness.

It was the middle of the night, what was the point of pretending?

Moreover, did he really think that he could win by leading a bunch of motley crew members?

Was he not afraid of death?

The people of Moxu Sect were puzzled.

Ye Fan's calmness, calmness, and boldness surprised them. Could it be that he had the confidence to defeat us?

Or was he really an idiot?

Ye Fan was too mysterious.

He gave off an indescribable feeling.

"When your death is at hand, don't play dumb anymore."

The Third Elder laughed.

He had seen too many people who were strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Ye Fan must be one of them.

"Do you dare to come out and fight?"

Ye Fan snorted at these people and said indifferently, "I will not kill the nameless ghost with my fist. Tell me your name."

"Hmph, listen up."

The Third Elder said proudly, "I am the Third Elder of Moxu Sect. Mo Chou."

Ye Fan nodded and said unhurriedly, "That is to say, I am going to kill you. There are two more in front of me! Alright, I got it! Let's do it!"

Let's do it?

Just as he finished his sentence.

Ye Fan immediately rushed over.

"Is he going to have a big fight with us? Is he an idiot?"

"Of course he is. He is still blindly confident in his own strength."

"Elder Mo Chou, kill him and let him know how powerful our Moxu Sect is."

"Isn't it just the early Xiantian realm?! Is there still a need for Elder Mo Chou? I'll do it for you."

...

Ye Fan's actions made everyone scoff at him, thinking that he was an idiot.

The battle situation was very obvious.

How could a bunch of motley crew fight with regular troops like them?

Moreover, most of them had higher realms than them.

Did they really think that they were wargods who could hold off tens of thousands of enemies by themselves?

"Who doesn't know how to brag? In the end, you still have to talk about strength"

Ye Fan shook his head and did not speak anymore nonsense. He rushed into the crowd.

"Boss, do you need help?"

One of the bandits asked.

Dai Wei denied: "Boss is very powerful, so there shouldn't be any problems. Let's take the lead. "

...

"He's extremely arrogant, extremely arrogant. Let's kill him together."

"Right, let's attack together."

Their cultivation techniques were blood sacrifices, and once they were used, they would be surrounded by the stench of blood.

This scent slowly surrounded Ye Fan, as if it was going to melt him.

"Haha, this is our Great Blood Soul Technique. Once you touch it, even your skin will be corroded. Just wait and turn into a pool of blood."

"Go to hell, Mr Drilling Wind!"

"We will use your soul to refine our anger."

Ye Fan frowned.

He did not expect that they, who thought themselves to be righteous, would actually cultivate such an evil skill.

And they were so proud of it.

How embarrassing.

They had sealed off all of Ye Fan's escape routes, and there were no gaps in his blood energy. It seemed like Ye Fan could only slowly surround him and wait for his death.

Ye Fan carefully observed the blood Qi. The corrosion was so great that he couldn't see it, but he could smell an extremely stinky smell.

"Damn! Do you usually cultivate in the outhouse? Why is it so smelly?"

No, it stinks even worse than the outhouse.

It was as if he was immersed in sh * t.

It turned out to be a biochemical weapon.

"Hmph, we absorb the blood and qi from the corpses, of course there will be a smell of corpses"

One of them said: "However, none of this is important, what's important is that you're about to..."

Before this person could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ye Fan's action.

Ye Fan shouted, "I can't take it anymore!"

A dragon's roar sounded from the horizon, as if it was filled with endless fury as it rushed towards them.

"Dragon Stacked Fist!"

Spiritual Qi surrounded Ye Fan's body, and with him as the center, it spread out in all directions. The surrounding blood Qi seemed to have met its natural enemy, and exploded with a loud bang.

Ye Fan took a deep breath in everyone's surprise. The world had become quiet.

Next.

Ye Fan's eyes were filled with anger. This group of people in front of him was really despicable. They actually dared to use 'biochemical weapons' to try and stink him to death. There was no way he could forgive them!

"All of you trash, go to hell!"

"Boom!"

Ye Fan stepped on a cloud of Dou Qi and rushed towards the group of people in an instant.

"How dare you fight with us? Die!"

The group didn't panic and worked together.

They gathered all the spiritual energy together, wanting to fight Ye Fan head on.

This strike had gathered all of their spiritual energy, and it was as majestic as the ocean. In the end, it was like a huge dragon of spiritual energy. Its entire body was blood-red, and it opened its big mouth wide to devour Ye Fan.

The Third Elder's eyes lit up. He had never thought that the joint attack of these disciples would be so perfect.

It was actually able to display a greater combat strength than usual.

Even he was unable to resist such a majestic spiritual energy.

In their eyes, Ye Fan was like a dead man.

Let's go all out!

Die!2

"I'm here! A bunch of idiots!"

What?

Ye Fan's figure had unknowingly appeared behind everyone.

Wasn't he fighting with us?

When did he get behind us?

"Damn, there's only a shadow in front of us. Quick, turn around and defend. "

However, it was already too late. Ye Fan would never give them any chance.

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