My Line Connect To The Demon World

"Alright, today I'll teach you, trash, how to be a human!"    

Duan Yanjin took a step back and readied himself. His whole body was like a bow full of arrows.    

"Sky-Breaking Thunder Chant."    

Countless fist shadows were mixed with traces of lightning. His meteor-like figure sealed off all of Ye Fan's escape routes.    

At this moment, Ye Fan's eyes were only filled with fist shadows that filled the sky.    

He had just cultivated the Overlapping Dragon Fist, so he naturally wanted to test its power.    

Spiritual Qi circulated wildly in his body as he faced the fist shadows and shouted.    

"Overlapping Dragon Fist!"    

The spiritual energy was like six flood dragons, fighting against the fist shadows.    

"Bang! Bang!"    

"What?"    

Everyone turned pale with fright. Ye Fan had actually withstood Duan Yanjin's full force attack.    

One should know that the Sky Shattering Thunder Chant was the vice president Bai Wuya's main cultivation technique. No one could withstand the power of the lightning.    

Duan Yanjin had already cultivated it to the Minor Success Stage, but he was blocked by a nobody like Ye Fan.    

"Hehe, you're not bad! But you are still far from it. Take my next move."    

Ye Fan smiled coldly.    

"He really knows how to brag! I have only used 20% of my strength, but I am already on par with you. If I use my full strength, I can turn you into a corpse with just one strike."    

"F * ck, I think you're the one who can brag!"    

Duan Yanjin thought that he still had some status in the world of pretending.    

But he did not think that compared to Ye Fan, he was just a little brother.    

He couldn't boast at all.    

Since his mouth couldn't compare to Ye Fan's, then he had to be serious.    

Next, the entire martial arts stage was like a huge whirlpool. Everyone's clothes moved without any wind blowing.    

"Sky Shattering Thunder Chant, seventh stage!"    

Eh...    

Ye Fan was startled.    

He didn't expect that he had hidden his true strength. It seemed to be interesting.    

The two of them exchanged blows, and Ye Fan unleashed his full strength.    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"    

A few crisp sounds broke the silence.    

Duan Yanjin's fist and arm broke inch by inch, and then there was the sound of a pig being slaughtered.    

After the first move, he half-knelt on the fighting stage, his face full of pain.    

Ye Fan, on the other hand, was like a god of war, standing still and looking down at all living beings.    

"Duan Yanjin, as the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die!"    

"Today, all of your actions have made me very successful, so the consequences will be very serious."    

"I have decided - I will kill you!"    

Just like the voice of the judge.    

The fear of death instantly surrounded Duan Yanjin.    

Bean-sized beads of sweat mixed with blood were left on his forehead. It was extremely horrifying.    

"Hehe, do you dare to kill me? My master is Bai Wuya. With him here, no one from the Martial Association can do anything to me!"    

"Is that so? Then I will make an exception today!"    

"Let me tell you, even if your master comes, it's useless."    

Ye Fan acted like he was going to kill him.    

He wanted to turn Duan Yanjin into a living corpse. Anyway, they were talking about 'punches and kicks have no eyes'. He was just a bit too heavy-handed. Who could say anything?    

"Ye Fan, don't hurt my disciple's life!"    

Bai Wuya received Ye Fan's deadly punch.    

After that, he threw out his palm, pushing back the furious Ye Fan.    

Seeing that his attack had failed, Ye Fan prepared to strike again.    

Right at this moment.    

One! An unfamiliar middle-aged man appeared on the fighting stage.    

His face was ashen as he coldly said: "Enough, let today's farce end here."    

When everyone saw the middle-aged man, they all expressed their reverence, not saying too much.    

Only Ye Fan.    

He frowned.    

"Who do you think you are? Get lost, don't disturb me while I kill people."    

"Me? You don't know me?"    

The middle-aged man pointed at himself in disbelief.    

Ye Fan was a little impatient. "Are you Zhou Jieyang, or are you a double Jieyang? Why do I have to know you?"    

Hearing such arrogant words, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.    

"Fan, I am the chairman of Martial Association - Wang Muzhai."    

He didn't want to come out.    

After all, he did not like Duan Yanjin's arrogance. He wanted Ye Fan to teach him a lesson.    

However, since Bai Wuya had appeared, he had to show himself.    

If Ye Fan was hurt, the Martial Association would lose a good seedling.    

"Chairman? So what? On the fighting stage, punches and kicks have no eyes. I haven't even finished my fight. What are you guys doing out here? "    

" Don't stop me, let me finish my match. "    

Ye Fan rushed over once again.    

Bai Wuya subconsciously took a step back.    

Last time, he had already felt that Ye Fan was outrageously strong, but this time, the feeling was even stronger than the last time.    

To tell the truth, he was a bit weak when it came to fighting Ye Fan.    

Wang Muzhai could only continue to stop him, and he felt that his face had lost all its luster.    

He said in a low voice, "Fan, I am the chairman after all. Give me some face."    

Ye Fan shook his head. "I can't. My friend was seriously injured by him. If I don't cripple him today, I won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart."    

"This..."    

Wang Muzhai's eyes moved and he said again.    

"Do you think it's just Sicong's face? I know that the two of you are classmates."    

"When he comes back next time, I'll ask him to look for you. What do you think?"    

Other things were useless.    

But Wang Sicong's name was useful.    

Ye Fan slapped his head and almost forgot.    

This middle-aged man in front of him was Wang Sicong's biological father.    

Was he a little disrespectful just now?    

Ye Fan asked himself in his heart, and it seemed to be true.    

"Uncle, I'm really sorry! I was just too angry just now."    

"Alright, then I'll give you some face today. Don't mess with him anymore. I'll do it next time when I have the chance."    

"But I'll tell you in advance. Duan Yanjin will definitely be crippled. No one will be able to plead for mercy."    

Wang Muzhai knew that he couldn't push his luck too far, so he nodded silently.    

"Alright, as long as it's not now, you can do whatever you want. When the time comes, I will take care of it for you."    

"Alright, thank you, uncle."    

Immediately after, Ye Fan got off the stage and left quietly with Sun Shiyin and a few students.    

Below the stage, there was complete silence.    

They were so shocked that they could not be any more shocked.    

Who would have thought that such an unknown teacher would actually beat Duan Yanjin to the point of not being able to fight back?    

And judging from his stance, if Bai Wuya and Wang Muzhai hadn't come out, he would have crippled him.    

What a ruthless person.    

It seemed like he couldn't afford to offend the people of his team in the future.    

Duan Yanjin's entire body was already drenched in sweat.    

He still had a lingering fear.    

"Master, thank you for saving me!"    

Bai Wuya sighed heavily.    

"Sigh, I have told you before, why didn't you listen to me when there was a knife on the head of a lecher?"    

"This matter is over. I hope you can take care of yourself."    

"Also, from today onwards, you and I will cut off all ties. You can go on your own."    

After saying that, Bai Wuya left in front of everyone without any hesitation.    

He had lived for so many years. How smart was he?    

Since he knew Ye Fan couldn't afford to offend him, he might as well cut off this relationship and save himself the trouble in the future.    

Furthermore, Ye Fan had saved his granddaughter before.    

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't care about Duan Yanjin anymore.    

"Master... don't..."    

No matter how he shouted.    

Bai Wuya didn't turn around.    

"Be careful, take care of yourself in the future!"    

There was a hint of farewell in Wang Muzhai's eyes, as if he knew that this was the last time he would look at him.