Ye Fan's voice was like an invisible sharp blade that pierced directly into Luo Dingshan's chest.

Luo Dingshan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body shook violently, as if he was shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine sounds?

What a joke!

As soon as this statement was spoken, not only Luo Dingshan, but all the warriors in the field were filled with surprise on their faces, and they were obviously shocked by this shocking request.

As Luo Dingshan's identity, he can be said to be the overlord of one side. He can take the initiative to bow his head to apologize to Ye Fan and has endured great humiliation.

No one could imagine that Ye Fan did not give up, but instead became more and more violent, allowing him to kneel down and kowtow in public.

And not one or two, but nine hundred and ninety-nine!

mad!

It's crazy!

This was like trampling Luo Dingshan under his feet without leaving him any face.

If he really does this, in the ancient martial arts world, he will never be able to raise his head again, and may even produce inner demons, greatly lose their strength and plummet the realm.

In fact, there are some strong people in the field who are good at the Luo family in Jizhou.

But now, they all chose to remain silent and had no intention of standing up for Luo Dingshan.

On the one hand, they were afraid of acts rashly due to Ye Fan's terrifying strength.

On the other hand, the strong prey on the weak, the king succeeds, the enemy defeats, and the rules of the ancient martial arts world have never changed for thousands of years.

In a single fight, Luo Dingshan was defeated by Ye Fan in one move, and he could only blame himself for his poor strength and no one else’s fault.

At this moment, Luo Dingshan's face turned into a pig's liver color, and his hair stood up, like an angry lion, roaring: "Stupid brat, don't even think of humiliating me in this way! I will never surrender!"

"Oh? Then I want to see how hard your bones are!"

As he said that, Ye Fan's eyes trembled and his right fist clenched in the void.

The immortal-bound rope seemed to have received an order, and then continued to shrink and was deeply embedded in the bones of Luoding Mountain.

"Ahhhh!"

Luo Dingshan screamed in terror, extremely shrill, like a fierce ghost under the Nine Netherworlds.

It is impossible to describe that kind of pain in words!

He would rather his willpower be less strong, so he fainted without having to bear such pain!

This bundle of immortal rope is not only sharp, but also mixed with the aura of the Dragon King. It is extremely strong and domineering.

Luo Dingshan felt a terrifying force that was so powerful that it was like a volcanic eruption, invading from the wound and raging in the internal organs.

At this time, Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at Luo Dingshan, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and said coldly:

"Either, you kowtow and apologize! Or, die! There is no third possibility!"

Ye Fan's voice was cold and ruthless, firm and irresistible, and contained an irresistible will.

Luo Dingshan's face looked extremely ugly. After a war between heaven and man, he finally nodded dejectedly as if he had accepted his fate and said weakly:

"Your Excellency, I...I promise you! You can quickly loosen the rope, I really can't hold on!"

Seeing that he agreed, Ye Fan thought about it and slightly loosened the rope of the tied immortals, but it still tied it to him and did not release it directly.

"Let's start!"

Ye Fan ordered, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked down at him from a high place.

...

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on Luo Dingshan, making him the target of public criticism.

All kinds of shame came to my heart, but in order to survive, Luo Dingshan had no choice but to surrender.

"thump!"

His knees softened, he fell to the ground, supported his hands in front of him, and then knocked his head to the ground.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

One, two, three...

The dull sound of impact seemed particularly harsh in the silence.

Seeing this scene, contempt appeared on the faces of many warriors.

If Luo Dingshan is really a tough guy with iron bones, he would rather break than bend, and everyone would look up to him.

But now, he is greedy for life and fears death, and has abandoned the dignity and pride of a powerful martial arts master. He is like a stray dog, which is really disgusting.

Under the gaze of everyone, Luo Dingshan kept repeating mechanical movements.

Kowtow, tilt your head, kowtow again, tilt your head again...

It starts over and over again, and seems to have no end.

Soon, his forehead was covered in blood and his skin had been worn out, revealing the bright red flesh and blood inside, which was creepy.

The ground in front was completely stained with blood, which was shocking.

Before, Luo Dingshan had been severely injured by the immortal rope, and was covered in bruises and was completely covered in skin, just like a powerful crossbow.

After kowtowed about five hundred times, his consciousness began to blur. He looked at Ye Fan in a pleading tone and said:

"Your Excellency! I really can't hold on anymore, please let me go!"

When Ye Fan heard this, his eyes were as silent as a cold pool, without any fluctuations, and said coldly:

"No, I'm only the 587th one! I've said that there are 999 soundheads, and one less, it's not OK!"

Between the lines, there is a domineering will, and there is no room for maneuver.

No matter how unwilling Luo Dingshan was in his heart and angry, he could only swallow his anger and continue to kowtow.

For the first time in his life, he was so humiliated.

Luo Dingyamamoto thought that his strength at the peak of his territory had already stood at the top of millions of people.

Unexpectedly, he met a supreme genius like Ye Fan, and he was not even able to resist.

...

"Dong!Dong!Dong..."

The sound of kowtows echoed in the venue.

I don’t know how long it took, as if a century had passed, Luo Dingshan finally finished 999 sounds.

He was almost exhausted by all his strength, his face was filled with depressed expression, as if he had lost his parents.

If I hadn't forced myself to hang myself in one breath, I'd probably fainted long ago.

Because Ye Fan was wearing a mask, he never saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly from beginning to end.

But at this moment, Ye Fan was like a supreme demon god who ruled the world. In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds changed color and the mountains and rivers roared.

"Your Excellency, I have kowtowed. Can you let me go?" Luo Dingshan asked cautiously, his tone extremely humble.

Ye Fan made a big move, and the immortal rope turned into a red rainbow and returned to his hand.

"Get out!"

If someone dared to speak to Luo Dingshan in such a tone in the past, he would definitely be furious.

But now, when he heard the word "get out", he was like a general amnesty and staggered to the distance.

Things have come here and everything has settled.

The many warriors in the field did not have to stay any longer and parted ways and went down the mountain one after another.

Because Guan Feihong had to arrange the transfer of spirit stones, he had to continue staying in the mountain.

Ye Fan took one step first and went down the mountain alone.

When he came, he had already kept the route in mind, and now he could return the same way.

However, after he had just walked out of a few miles and entered a dense forest, he stopped, looked around, and looked a little more solemn on his face.

This dense forest is a must-pass place to leave Diancang Mountain.

But at this moment, there were several powerful auras inside. Although they were hidden very well, they could not escape the capture of Ye Fan's spiritual consciousness.

An ambush?!

After realizing this, Ye Fan calmed down and did not panic at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a playful smile.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come!
To be continued...