The faint words, with a bit of preaching, slowly rang out.

Several old men beside him nodded and agreed.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Yan, and his eyes are as bright as a torch."

"A glance can tell the reality of the witch."

"A few words made me even more incisive and pointed out where the witch's life gate was."

"If we want to catch up with Mr. Yan in our martial arts attainments, we will probably have no hope in this life."

The other masters laughed, and their words were full of flattery.

The words of injustice seem to be very helpful to these compliments.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the arrogance on his old face was extremely distinct.

"Worksome practice, don't think about catching up with whom or surpassing him all day long."

"After all, there are differences between humans and talent. Some people may only be able to compare with you for the rest of your life."

"So, as long as you can surpass yourself every day."

"I often say these words to Mr. Ke." Yan Bubu replied lightly.

"So that's it. No wonder Mr. Ke has made great progress in his strength in recent years. It turns out that he has received guidance from Mr. Yan. We have also received teachings~" The other masters and old men clasped their fists to show respect.

"Okay, let's talk about cultivation when you have time. Now, let's take a look at how Mr. Ke will abuse the Truman witch." Yan Buping stroked his beard and said calmly.

There was a little bit of pretentiousness in his words and deeds.

Bang ~

At this time, Ke Zhe's heavy punch and Meng Wanyu's palm technique finally met.

There was only a dull roar, as if a muffled thunder exploded.

Ke Zhe, who was sure to win, turned red at the time and a mouthful of blood instantly sprayed.

Then, the whole person was slapped away by Meng Wanyu with a palm.

"What?"

"This...how is this possible?"

Seeing such a scene, my eyes were almost glaring.

The old face was as blue as if it was slapped on the face.

The other masters were also shocked immediately.

"Old Yan, what's going on?"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Ke can torture and kill the Truman witch?"

"What's wrong? Is this a failure?"

This question was unfair and embarrassing.

"It must be Ke Zhe's carelessness."

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength."

"You should also learn from this." Yan Buping replied calmly.

"Witch, how dare you hurt me?"

"Come again!"

At this time, Ke Zhe had already crawled out of the ground, spit out the blood in his mouth, and rushed up with his iron fist again.

Bang ~

Another collision.

As a result, it failed instantly!

Ke Zhe was kicked away by Meng Wanyu again like a useless dog.

"Master Yanxia, ​​but that's it."

Meng Wanyu sneered, but his delicate pretty face was full of heroic appearance.

"Old Yan, Ke Zhe, are you still careless?" Not far away, several powerful masters in a daze asked again.

You are careless and you are paralyzed!

Yan Buping's old face turned red and he couldn't say a word, but he was so angry that he wanted to scold people.

"This waste!"

"Don't count on him."

"Let's go together, fight quickly."

"Otherwise, if Ye Fan comes back in a while, we will not be able to escape."

After seeing Meng Wanyu's strength, Yan Buping and the others didn't care about their faces. They just prepared to go together to save time and take Meng Wanyu down as soon as possible.

After all, although they said they were not afraid of Ye Fan, they were still a little scared in their hearts.

In fact, the Temple of the Martial God issued an order very early, asking them to come to Jiangdong to convey to Ye Fan the punishment instructions of Yanxia martial arts to Ye Fan.

But Yan Buping and they kept dragging him away.

They were also afraid.

That was a cruel man who killed Jiangbei and rushed to Yanshan in anger.
Chapter completed!