Chapter 3647 Overhead
Tian Wu said coldly: "First of all, you still had the upper hand in that battle, and the opponent's martial skills are not as good as yours."
"He relies on disrupting routines. Although he can disrupt the situation for a short time, it will also reveal more flaws."
"As long as it lasts long enough, the more loopholes he has, he will be completely defeated by you."
"Secondly, that Ye Fan is not an ordinary bronze human being, you underestimate the enemy."
"Martial arts have no end and no limit."
"If you can't crush your opponent, then...there is only one thing you have to do..."
Tianwu pointed the spear at the tyrant, "Be stronger, that's it!"
The tyrant's pupils shrank!
"I will become stronger, and then...give that man death with my own hands."
Tianwu's eyes showed a hint of wildness, and she smiled charmingly: "Then win me first and possess me!"
The tyrant's breathing was low, like a wild beast about to pounce!
Amidst the roar, the two masters and apprentices flashed in the middle, punching and spearing, fighting hand to hand!
...
"Keng!!"
The sound of metal clanging pierced the sky.
There is a huge newly opened space in Yantian Ring.
Ye Fan and Qinglong Mian fought hundreds of rounds purely with physical body and skills.
Ye Fan has a very strong memory, after engraving and researching all the martial arts used by the tyrant, he used his own method to perform them.
He slashed on the dragon scale of Mian with a sword, bringing dazzling sparks.
Mian was very surprised, "What kind of trick? Can you come back from such an angle?"
Although the Shenlong clan is innately talented, it doesn't mean that they don't study skills.
A fighting dragon like Mian is very familiar with all kinds of skills.
But it was also the first time it had seen some of Ye Fan's tricks.
"Before I saw it, I also thought that my moves were perfect..."
"No matter what else it is, the martial arts of the golden race are indeed more comprehensive and have many merits."
Ye Fan put away his sword and had no intention of continuing.
He has opened up new ideas through fighting the tyrant and Mian.
As long as you think about it carefully, over time, your fighting skills will definitely improve.
At that time, he will not be "prejudged" by that tyrant and will not be so passive.
"Boy Ye Fan, why don't you fight anymore? You haven't hit enough yet!" Mian was a little unsatisfied.
"I'm looking for you to compete. I just want to get familiar with the tricks. Now that the goal has been achieved, if you want to improve, you can find Prince Gao."
"Looking for that old man? Then I'm tired of working?"
"He's still injured and hasn't recovered yet."
"That's not something I can deal with! What if I get eaten by it?"
Ye Fan smiled, it turns out that this guy also knows to be afraid.
"I really don't have time, why don't you help me expand the Yantian ring and create a space that is ten times or a hundred times larger."
"At that time, I will let all kinds of beasts in Yangjian come and live here, so you won't have no opponents to compete with."
Mian laughed and said, "You kid, do you want Grandpa to be your coolie? Dig a hole for you?"
"Master Mian, I don't have the same knowledge as you. For the sake of you bringing me out, I have time to help you broaden your horizons."
"But it's okay, if there are no powerful beasts coming in by then, I'm going to get angry!"
Ye Fan patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I'll call the head of the Suzaku Clan! Interesting enough?"
"The patriarch of Suzaku? That's fine!" Mian Long laughed.
Ye Fan sneered secretly in his heart, Zhu Huan likes you old turkey, and will look for you later.
In fact, Yimian's strength may not be able to defeat Zhu Huansha. After all, he has been in the fire eight times.
But the problem is that Mian, a combat madman, will entangle Zhu Huansha, and with Prince Gao around, Zhu Huansha dare not be presumptuous.
"Boy, are you going to set off to go to Hongmeng?"
Prince Gao appeared behind Ye Fan, and it already knew about the upcoming Eight Gates Competition.
"Yes, what do you think, senior?" Ye Fan asked.
"I have no idea, but... I have a piece of advice."
"What?"
"Live is the most important thing", Gao said meaningfully: "You are still very young..."
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Thank you senior for reminding me, I don't want to die if I can live."
When Prince Gao said these words, he actually told him in a different direction—this time, Prince Gao would not make a move.
There was already no mutual debt between them.
Not to mention that Gao's injury has not healed, the Nine Tribulations Qinglonglv is simply unmatched.
Ye Fan also knows that he is not an opponent, but in his view, Lu is not an enemy either.
It is not Lu who wants to attack the barbarian, but Hongmeng's insensitive and superior human beings.
Leaving the ring, Ye Fan came to the headquarters of the Human Alliance.
All the people attending the Eight Gates Competition have gathered together.
A group of people were discussing something, and their faces were solemn.
"What happened again?"
Ye Fan saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he asked.
"You are the sword god?" A blindfolded man in black turned his head.
"Honey, this is Ayue, Miss Jian Yuzhu's guard..."
"I know, Jian Zizai's adoptive son," Ye Fan smiled, after all, Jian Zizai mentioned it in a chat.
The thought of being the adopted son of a friend made him quite affectionate.
"You are not allowed to call my adoptive father's name directly!" A Yue was very dissatisfied.
Ye Fan wasn't angry either, "Your adoptive father has a relationship with my peers, why can't he call you by your name?"
"What? You are talking nonsense! My adoptive father has already gone to Jiuyuan, how could..."
"Your body is black fire cunning, because you can't control the demon fire in your body, you are not tolerated or even abandoned by the ethnic group."
"After Jian Zizai picked you up, he will heal you, teach you how to do it, and seal your eyes with a secret method for thousands of years. Only when you practice well will you be able to unlock the seal."
Every time Ye Fan said something, A Yue's face became shocked, because it was absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to inquire about these past events about it.
"You...you really met foster father?!" Ah Yue shed tears.
"The Demon Emperor is still alive under Jiuyuan, and he misses you too." Ye Fan patted Ayue on the shoulder.
"I told you earlier, my husband just came back from Jiuyuan, do you believe me now?" Su Qingxue sighed.
Ah Yue nodded and said happily: "Great... foster father is fine, it's really great..."
It hurriedly cupped its hands towards Ye Fan and knelt down on one knee.
"Uncle Sword God! Miss entrusted me to tell you in advance that there will be an ambush in the middle of Hongmeng's eight-door competition!"
"In order to ensure that our family gets the first place, Jiuchongtian Palace has sent killers to secretly attack those who participated in the contest!"
uncle?
Although Ye Fan thought it was weird, he didn't bother to think about it, and said, "It seems that Feng Jiuxiao really spoils this son so much, he really doesn't care what the patron saint thinks?"
"Of course Feng Jiuxiao respects the patron saint, but because of himself and the Jiuchongtian Palace, he has a deep-rooted influence on the Shenlong clan and countless Hongmeng forces."
"If the patron saint is not a last resort, it is impossible to attack Feng Jiuxiao, including his wife Xiao Wangge, Zhou Hankong from the Northern Cold Temple, etc."
"As long as the Eight-door Competition can continue, even if there is a change in the middle, it is estimated that the patron saint can only turn a blind eye."
Ye Fan couldn't help sneering, "So, Hongmeng has been corroded to the bone by these pests."
To put it bluntly, if you want to shake the wind, you have to cut off the wrists of a strong man, but that will hurt your muscles and bones, and even bleed like a river...
As the patron saint, Lu was obviously coerced by this group of tyrants.
"The princes rise together, and the patron saint is emptied, which is interesting..."