"What?"

"Have you actually avoided again?"

Seeing Ye Fan avoiding Hua Yinglong's attack several times, Xu Fengliang's expression suddenly became solemn.

My previous contempt for Ye Fan undoubtedly faded a lot in an instant.

"It seems that this kid is still somewhat powerful if he can win the lead in Jiangdong."

"But, so what?"

"This strength is still not worthy of my Xu Fengliang's niece, nor is it worthy of my Xu family's high-ranking sect!"

If Ye Fan had respected him and respected him before and begged him to worship him, maybe Xu Fengliang could still leave Ye Fan's life.

At worst, Ye Fan and Xu Lei maintain a close relationship in private.

The Empress Wu Zetian had three thousand faces at that time. Later, Xu Lei ascended to the high position and became the Queen of Yanjing. It was not an exaggeration to keep a few young men under his command.

But unfortunately, Ye Fan offended him before!

His arrogance and arrogance undoubtedly made Xu Fengliang have no favoritism towards Ye Fan.

Even if Ye Fan died under Hua Yinglong's hands today, he would not be moved.

"Grandpa, is this what you are talking about in our Yanjing martial arts hope?"

"It seems that nothing is amazing."

"It was completely suppressed and beaten by Hua Yinglong."

"Only the ability to fight back, there is no power to fight back."

"If the granddaughter goes to fight, his performance will be much better than him!" Lu Wan'er, who was standing beside him, shook her head and said, with a little contempt and dissatisfaction in her tone.

After all, his grandfather rarely praises her.

Now that an outsider has been praised by his grandfather as a real dragon, Lu Wan'er naturally feels a little dissatisfied.

The old man in military uniform was unmoved and still looked at it intently, and replied indifferently: "Wan'er, although you have good talent, you still have little experience in the end."

"Do you really think that young man has no power to fight back?"

"He just doesn't want to fight back."

"Just like a swordsman, if you don't draw the sword, you'll draw the sword..." The old man paused for a moment, "...... Turning the sky and turning the earth!"

What?

Lu Wan'er trembled when she heard the sound.

Boom ~

At the same time, another punch was knocked down.

Ye Fan moved one step left and steadily avoided.

"Boy!"

"What to hide?"

"If you have the ability, take action and fight me!"

"Come on?"

"What's the ability to shrink back?"

Nearly a hundred tricks have been made.

Hua Yinglong has taken action since now, and has taken hundreds of moves.

But Ye Fan in front of him was like a loach.

A flower passes through the body, and a leaf does not touch it!

After fighting until now, he has not been able to hurt Ye Fan at all.

"Take me really a move?"

"If I take action, you will probably never have the chance to use the Seven Swords to slash!"

"Today Seven Swords Slash, to be honest, I really want to understand it."

"I want to see what power the Oriental swordsmanship that can hurt Tongshan is?"

On the boxing ring, Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, but his faint laughter slowly rang.

When Hua Yinglong heard this, his expression immediately condensed: "Bronze Mountain?"

"You mean that stupid guy?"

Thinking of this, Hua Yinglong immediately smiled.

"I was puzzled before, why did you, a boy from Jiangdong, be your local snake in your small land, run to Yanjing to seek death?"

"It turns out that it's to avenge the stupid guy."

"good!"

"Since you want to understand, I will help you!"

Buzz ~

After the words fell, Ye Fanzhi heard a low buzz in the void.

Then, everyone saw a short blade slipping out of Hua Yinglong's sleeve.
Chapter completed!