Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

The walking corpse was blown away by his punch and hit the wall hard.

"This brother is amazing!"

"Is this guy a human? One punch knocked the zombie away."

Wencai and Qiusheng looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, and couldn't help but marvel.

This scene is so visually impactful, except for the master and uncle, they have never seen such a shocking person.

All the walking corpses in the yard were attracted by Ye Fan, and jumped towards him one after another.

Looking at the dozens of walking corpses in front of him, Ye Fan felt his blood boil and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.

Fighting against walking corpses as powerful as cattle, you are not afraid of breaking them, but you can also fully stimulate your potential and hone your martial skills.

"Tear!"

The walking corpse thrust forward with both hands straight, Ye Fan retracted the knife and slapped it away, shaking it away.

"Crack!"

The walking corpse's wrist was smashed by him and fell to the ground.

【Ding!The host attacks the walking corpse, merit point +1]

【Ding!The host attacks the walking corpse, merit point +1]

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"Boom!"

A walking corpse struck from behind and grabbed Ye Fan's back.

Ye Fan's footsteps moved slightly, his body was short, and the walking corpse's arm was resting on his shoulders, and he was knocked out against the mountain, and the walking corpse was directly knocked into the air.

Ye Fan's fists and feet are fierce, open and close, and his boxing, palm, and leg techniques are unpredictable. He uses martial arts to suppress the yin energy of the walking corpses, and fights the walking corpses with domineering martial arts.

At this moment, he was already profusely sweating, and the blood in his body was surging to the extreme. The hearty battle made him even more addicted.

"Comfortable!"

Ye Fan let out a long roar, venting his exuberant energy.

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

With another palm strike, the Nine Yang True Qi circulated and gathered in the palm of the palm, and the ribs of the walking corpse were directly shaken, followed by a side kick, kicking the flying corpse.

Wencai and Qiusheng were stunned and felt their scalps go numb: "This guy is not human..."

Two figures stood at the gate of Yizhuang, looking at the scene in the courtyard, they were all shocked.

"Brother, this kid is full of vigor and blood, full of energy, and has a strength of several hundred catties. Who is he?" The person who asked the question was Uncle Jiu's junior brother, the four-eyed Taoist priest.

Uncle Jiu also thought about who he was, so he spread his hands helplessly and said, "I also want to know who he is."

Chapter 5

"Oh!"

With Ye Fan's feet close together, Jiuyang Zhenqi swam away, and the bluestone slab under his feet exploded instantly.

Afterwards, he exerted force on his back, turned his palms into fists, and the punches were extremely powerful, hitting the hard corpse's chest.

"Crack!"

The muffled thunder exploded, and the clear sound of bone cracking sounded at the same time, which was deafening.

The chest of the walking corpse in front of Ye Fan collapsed, and the clothes on the front and back of the body were broken at the same time, showing a circular fist mark.

"The highest level of Wing Chun, the waist is strong, the fist is like a dragon, and the fist is inch!"

"It's really amazing to have such a martial arts cultivation at such a young age. Who the hell is he?" Uncle Jiu was secretly startled and amazed.

Although he practices Taoism and is a member of Taoism, he also knows martial arts. Although he is not as advanced as Taoism, it can be seen that Ye Fan is using Wing Chun Inch Fist.

Wencai and Qiusheng were already stunned and stayed where they were.

"This is a genius! He didn't use Taoism, but relying on physical strength alone, he was able to fight against more than a dozen walking corpses alone, and still gained the upper hand."

The four-eyed priest was shocked physically and mentally, and couldn't help admiring.

Uncle Jiu squinted his eyes, watching Ye Fan constantly practice various punches, palms, kicks, and body skills, and then looked at the rippling blood, as if he understood something.

"Junior brother, if you don't stop me, all your customers will become wooden dummies for him to hone his martial arts skills." Uncle Jiu kindly reminded.

The Taoist priest with four eyes wakes up like a dream, and he said in surprise: "Senior brother, you said he used my customers to hone his martial arts?"

Uncle Jiu nodded solemnly, but did not make a sound.

This time, there was another roar in the arena, and Ye Fan slapped the walking corpse's throat with his palm, and even shot out a mouthful of resentment from his throat.

"Stop it!" Dao Priest Simu would have said it long ago if he knew how to do it.

Uncle Jiu watched Ye Fan shake out the resentment from the walking corpse's throat with his palm, and couldn't help but froze: "Good palm technique, such skill is rare in the world."

The four-eyed Taoist priest rushed forward, seeing his customer in ragged clothes, he was furious and kicked Ye Fan.