Great Heaven Sovereign

Yang Fan's momentum fluctuated and his eyes were dark.

He didn't pay attention to the guards in front of him. If Yang Zheng doesn't come today, Yang Fan will wait ten days.

But today, since I came, I still want to humiliate Yang Fan. It's simply that Yang Fan will no longer bear it and break out directly.

"How brave! Do you think you're still the son of a high spirited and arrogant aristocrat? You're just a waste. Kneel down and apologize to me." A bodyguard came forward with a knife, confident and fearless.

But his steps had just taken three steps, but stopped abruptly.

In front of him, Yang Fan's hand was slightly raised, directly turned into a fire palm, and a slap fell down.

Boom!

"Ah!"

The bodyguard immediately screamed. Before he could react, he knelt down directly on the ground. His knees were injured and blood flowed.

"Ah, my legs."

"You... My leg is broken. I'll kill you." The guard roared and didn't react at all.

"It's a mercy beyond the law to abolish you. I, Yang Fan, can also be insulted by a running dog like you?" Yang Fan is indifferent to me.

"What?" Yang Zheng's face changed greatly.

"No, it's impossible. Your accomplishments are still there. How can it be? You were a waste a few hours ago. How can you recover in such a short time?"

"No, I don't believe it." Yang Zheng's face turned white in an instant. He couldn't believe what he saw.

No one knows Yang Fan's talent better than him. If Yang Fan's cultivation is still there, his one month old son will come to an end.

But what he doesn't know is that compared with the past, Yang Fan is really against the sky. When the soul of the five elements comes out, who will compete with him?

"Nothing is impossible. In your words, waste is waste. Even if I push Yang Fan back, you can't compare it." Yang Fan said faintly.

While talking, Yang Fan's body condensed a kind of extremely terrible momentum, and he gave up himself under the dome.

This kind of confidence is unparalleled.

Yang Fan didn't realize this change. At this moment, there is only one belief in his heart.

Blood for blood, eye for eye.

But at this time, the rosefinch in the Dantian opened his eyes.

"I wipe, is this boy beating chicken blood? This momentum, this vision, fire Lord, I just saw it on the owls of that era."

"Tut Tut, that's right. It's worth it for me to use the original divine fire to activate the divine fire for you." As the rosefinch said, he coughed violently and looked a little depressed.

However, Yang Fan doesn't know.

At this time, Yang Fan's momentum was as high as the sun. A word fell, and everyone in the field was stunned.

"God, his cultivation is still there. What happened?"

"I even want to fight a man with nine heaven. My brain is so funny."

"Over, over, this time, it's all over."

Several bodyguards wanted to cry without tears, and their expression was even more embarrassed than their dead father.

"If you don't want to die, get out!" Yang Fan keeps walking. After one person is abandoned, the effect Yang Fan wants will be achieved.

kill a chicken before a monkey. 

These bodyguards have no interest in Yang Fan. His goal is only Yang Zheng.

Kick and stare.

The bodyguards, like Amnesty, turned around and ran like crazy. They wanted their parents to have two more legs.

"Come back, don't come back to me, or the son of the world will kill you." Yang Zheng shouted angrily and watched his bodyguards run away one by one. His anger was even worse.

"Shizi, this is the grudge between you and the young master. The young master is still strong now. Why bother to embarrass us?"

"Yes, Shizi, you asked for it. The young master has made great achievements in war. The position of Shizi is obtained by both hands. You're just lucky. You dare to ridicule the young master. I don't know what to say."

"Hum, I've had enough in my heart. If I hadn't been coerced by you, I wouldn't have embarrassed the young master if I died."

These bodyguards ran tens of meters away from Yang Fan and said.

Filled with righteous indignation and disgust, they took themselves out one after another and told Yang Zheng extremely unbearable.

Yang Fan sneered.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

In a world that respects martial arts, you are a master with strong strength. Otherwise, no matter how prominent you are, you are chicken ribs.

"Reverse, reverse. You bastards, do you think Yang Fan will eat the son of the world?"

"How dare he compare with the son of this world when he is a waste? Even if his cultivation is still there, what can he do? Since he is still there, the son of this world will abolish him again."

Yang Zheng was ferocious and decisive:

"Xuanling Yushui palm."

Yang Zheng clapped it with one palm. In the palm print, the water vapor fluctuated. Like a wave, a circle of escape.

"Yushui palm? Just in time." Yang Fan opened his mouth and retreated instead of going in.

This Xuanling water palm is a martial art in Xuanling palace. It is a high-level skill of character and is extremely extraordinary. It's the Xuanling flaming fire shooting method that Yang Fan practiced before, which is just this level.

Yang Fan rushed up and mobilized the fire of rosefinch. The yuan force of his whole body was condensed on his right hand, and he also clapped a palm.

Boom!

Flames intertwined, water lines burst, and their forces collided directly.

Prick, prick.

Water and fire are not allowed. Yang Zheng's martial spirit is water martial spirit, which is quite the opposite of Yang Fan's. at this time, when a move collides, the power rubs out sparks in the void.

More than that, the focus is Yang Zheng's palm, which did no harm to Yang Fan. On the contrary, Yang Zheng was forced back by Yang Fan's strength for several feet.

"Hahaha, Xuanling Yushui palm, but so!" Yang Fan laughed.

With just one move, the superior has made a judgment.

Although it is only a forced retreat, the gap is self-evident. Because Yang Fan only relied on his fighting instinct, but Yang Zheng used his martial arts.

Yang Fan has also made it clear in his heart that Yang Zheng now has no threat to him. "Impossible, impossible."

"You are a waste. How can you shock me back without martial arts." Yang Zheng shook his head again and again.

Yang Fan's strength swept away the only sense of superiority left in his heart.

"It's impossible to say anything, but you're too ignorant."

"But don't worry, I won't kill you today. If I kill you like this, it's too cheap for you."

"Now, get out of here." Yang Fan's eyes were fixed and he shouted coldly.

Yang Zheng's face was full of shame and anger. He clenched his fists, but his eyes touched Yang Fan's eyes. That touch of cold made him instantly awake.

"Brother Yang Fan, I knew you were still you. Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me. I'll go home and tell my father. I'm sure he will be very happy when he knows." At this time, Murong said softly, and his eyes turned into joy.

Obviously, this is to see Yang Fan's skill is better, and he has moved his mind.

"Really? But unfortunately, I'm not interested in garbage."