“Shinichi, are you okay?”
Seeing his eighth disciple of the Sanshen Pavilion, he was spitting blood with a punch by Ye Fan. Xu Zuo Mingzun’s brows were gloomy, frowned, and he hurried forward, asking worriedly.
The leading man vomited the blood from his mouth and said grimly: “Mingzun, we are all right.”
“Just now, we were just careless.”
“This time, we will never let him have any chance again!”
The man called Shinichi was full of anger and said in a deep voice.
The brows were red, the torrent of hatred was almost condensed into substance, and the words were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
“The second and third, let’s go!”
“This time, I will give my best shot.”
“I don’t believe it anymore. The eight of us join forces. Couldn’t we even beat a Chinese brat?”
The eight people had old faces and bloodstains on their mouths, but they didn’t have any thoughts of shrinking from fear, and only anger and resentment.
The confrontation just now undoubtedly made them faceless.
The eight of them are naturally unwilling and must find this place back.
Otherwise, the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion will not be laughed at.
Therefore, as the leader roared, the eight people rushed away again with red eyes regardless of their injuries.
These disciples were young and energetic, and were unwilling to give in, but Suzuo Mingzun looked at him and shook his head.
“It seems that what Mochizuki River said before is true.”
“This Chinese teenager is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.”
Suzuo Mingzun looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and the expression on his old face gradually became serious.
However, even if he realized Ye Fan’s strength, Xu Zuo Mingzun did not immediately make a move.
He still stood there blankly.
No one knows what kind of sharpness is brewing under Xu Zuo Mingzun’s seemingly calm surface?
At this time, the eight major disciples of Sanshen Pavilion rushed up again.
The energy swept through the body, and the sharp edges gathered all over.
The eight people stepped on the ground, shaping up like a sharp sword out of its sheath and shooting straight for nine days.
“Boy, come again!”
“Last time, it was our eight brothers.”
“This time, we will kill you!”
In the roar, these eight people had already rushed in front of Ye Fan. The majestic might exploded in an instant.
“Phantom Swordsmanship!”
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“Extinguish Palm!”
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“Sanshenquan!”
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Or fist or palm, or split or chop.
It is like the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.
Overwhelmingly powerful, unreservedly released.
As far as the offensive was, it brought wind and snow to the sky.
In the eyes of everyone, only those few sharp edges converged.
In the end, boundless energy gathered into a tornado, with the momentum of sweeping Tianhe, surrounded by Ye Fan.
In the storm, Ye Fan stood proudly with his hand.
Facing the majesty ahead, he was not afraid.
Above the delicate face, there is only contempt and arrogance.
“I thought that the disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion should be the best among the people.”
“It seems, but so.”
“Don’t even dare to face failure, just deceive yourself and others here.”
“It’s a little bit, it’s hard to make a big achievement in the way of martial arts in the future?”
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, his words were full of contempt.
In the confrontation just now, he swept the eight people with a punch.
Anyone who is a little self-aware will realize that they will not be their opponents at all.
However, Ye Fan didn’t expect that by now, the eight of them would still deceive themselves.
Blame the failure just now on your own care?
“In that case, this time, this dragon lord will let you defeat, convinced!”
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