839: C839 Kneeling Is Fresh and Refined

C839 Kneeling Is Fresh and Refined

Following the trail of his body, Elder Mo Sang and the others found Ye Fan.

They saw him sitting on a chair, surrounded by people fanning themselves and enjoying the moonlight. It was really satisfying.

"It seems to be him. He is the new boss of the bandit den today."

"Yes, it should be him. He seems to be called Mr Drilling Wind."

"Elders, why don't we charge down now and avenge our fellow disciples?"

"Yes, kill! We must not let them go."

...

The surrounding disciples saw that Ye Fan was in an impassioned state. He was clamoring to take revenge for his fellow disciples.

However, they didn't even think about it.

If Ye Fan could kill Mo Chou, he could kill them all.

They had come to deliver their heads.

In fact, Ye Fan had already discovered their tracks a long time ago.

It was just that he didn't point it out.

Ever since he broke through to the Xiantian realm.

For people of the same realm, he had an absolute power.

He was not afraid at all.

He could do whatever they wanted.

They just had to wait like a mountain.

No tricks could defeat absolute power.

Elder Mo Sang narrowed his eyes and stopped the crowd.

As an Innate Expert, he naturally had a closer look.

There were no traces of a fight around the corpse, which also meant that they didn't even have the chance to resist.

Furthermore, everyone was instantly killed in a single strike. Could it be that this young man in front of them was the one who did this?

To be honest, he really didn't believe it.

Mo Sang and Mo Zhuo exchanged glances and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Was it so troublesome?

Ye Fan waited for a long time and still did not see them come down.

Instead, they started chatting in the dark.

What a waste of time.

"David, protect your brothers. Watch my performance."

"What do you mean? Boss, where are you going?"

"Hehe, you'll know in a while."

" Come out, Jingu Bang! "

Today was Ye Fan's performance day.

Ever since he had reached the Xiantian realm, he had yet to fight to his heart's content.

He wanted to have a good time, and at the same time, intimidate his little brothers. Naturally, he wanted to start a massacre.

"Not good, he discovered us and is attacking us right now."

"What's that thing in his hand? It seems to be a stick! "

"Don't be afraid of a stick. Everyone, quickly get into formation and prepare for battle."

"No, that stick seems to be getting bigger and bigger! Its shape can actually change! What the hell is this?"

...

That's right.

Ye Fan wanted to give them a thunderous strike.

He muttered in his heart.

"Big, big, big!"

Boundless spiritual energy poured into the Jingu Bang.

The whole stick became heavier and thicker.

Finally, it left Ye Fan's hand and he couldn't hold it anymore.

But at this moment, the Jingu Bang turned into a road roller and crushed towards everyone.

"Everyone, run!"

The two elders hurriedly reminded.

But it was all too late.

They discovered it too late.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Jingu Bang crushed down like a titan.

This time, twenty people were crushed to death.

Elder Mo Sang hurriedly used his spiritual energy to form a huge protective barrier.

He protected the remaining ten disciples within.

The disciples were hiding within the protective barrier for a long time, unable to calm down. Every one of them looked at Ye Fan with lingering fear.

A stick like this actually had such a powerful force.

This was too scary.

Elder Mo Sang felt like he had just eaten a dead rat.

It was just a single move.

More than twenty disciples had died on his side.

Wasn't this going to take their lives?

"You guys are Mo Chou's helpers, right? Come quickly, let me kill you!"

"Roar!"

Seeing Ye Fan's shocking action.

All the bald lords burst into cheers.

They were shocked.

Surprise.

They couldn't believe it.

Excitement.

All sorts of emotions flooded his body.

But in the end, they all converged into one sentence.

"Boss is awesome."

There was nothing they could do about it. Unfortunately, they were all uncultured.

That was the only thing they could say.

They could only watch as the crowd remained unmoved.

Ye Fan smiled. "What's wrong? Hiding in the turtle shell and not coming out?"

"Do you believe it? I can break your protective barrier with one strike?"

"Mr Drilling Wind, if you want to forgive someone, you must forgive them. There is no deep hatred between you and the Moxu Sect."

"If you let us go today, the Moxu Sect can let bygones be bygones."

Elder Mo Sang wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Ye Fan gave off a very strong feeling.

Especially that long staff in his hand, it was simply like a god of death.

He killed twenty people in one move.

Their few disciples were still not enough to kill twice.

If they were to fight head on...

Although they were not afraid, the disciples would probably die.

"It's impossible to let you go, but I still have the measure to make you write a will." Ye Fan shrugged and gave them some time.

"By the way, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistakes? After all, it's not polite for you to disturb my dream."

"Mr Drilling Wind, don't go too far."

"Hmph, a petty man like me will never yield. When facing a powerful enemy, even if we die in battle, we won't kneel before you."

"Live, live with your energy, die, and die with dignity!"

Elder Mo Sang and Elder Mo Zhuo were righteous and unyielding.

Everyone was shocked by these words.

The disciples of Moxu Sect were all impassioned. They were fearless even in the face of death.

Elder Mo Sang and Elder Mo Zhuo were very satisfied with what they had just said. They even exchanged a glance with each other, and expressed their affirmation towards each other.

However, just as they finished speaking...

"Knock knock knock!"

After a few dull thuds, several disciples of the Moxu Sect fell to their knees without hesitation.

They could ignore their imposing manner and dignity, but they wanted to kill themselves!

Upon seeing the scene in front of them, Elder Mo Sang and Elder Mo Zhuo's faces once again burned with pain. They instantly felt that what they said just now was like fart.

No, it was better to fart.

Even fart could leave a fragrant smell, but his words didn't even have a ripple.

"Mr Drilling Wind, please let me go!"

"You are my grandfather, and I am your grandson. Please spare my grandson's life."

"Haha, taking the initiative to lower your seniority, this is really fun!" Ye Fan said with a smile.

But immediately after, a hint of anger appeared on his face.

"I don't have a bunch of trash grandsons like you. Don't try to flatter yourself, understand?"

Everyone smiled bitterly.

We are all as humble as dust.

To think that in your eyes, we are just adhering to gold.

"Mr Drilling Wind, yes, we are trash! Please throw us out."

"Don't lower yourself to the level of trash."

"Spare our lives and save a beautiful life for the world!"

...

"Hahaha, the disciples of your Moxu Sect are still fresh and refined!"

"Sure enough, they won't yield. Kneeling is indeed majestic and imposing."

"Alright, I agree to let you guys go. Am I magnanimous? Quick, say that I'm magnanimous."1

Ye Fan's mockery was like a loud slap.

The slap on the elder's face was as if salt had been sprinkled on his wound, causing them to feel unbearable pain.

However, these disciples had committed a huge taboo. The thing that any major power hated and feared the most was a traitor.

They had turned their backs on Elder Mo Sang and the others before they could even walk out of the protection barrier. They would definitely not have a good end.

Even if Ye Fan let them go, the Moxu Sect would not let them live.

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