My Line Connect To The Demon World

But telling him his home address and age was a bit too much.    

Fatty Hu scratched his head, unable to think of a way.    

Then, he nodded. In any case, one thousand yuan was not much to him.    

It didn't matter if he agreed or not.    

"Alright, then let's make a bet."    

Ye Fan nodded silently and looked at Zhao Wuchang.    

"You said you want to fight me, so you want to fight me? My subordinates are nameless ghosts, please leave your name behind."    

"Haha! You want to play the Jianghu game with me? What a joke."    

" But I'm not afraid to tell you. My name is Zhao Wuchang. Bring it on. "    

Ye Fan shook his head. "Just a name? Hehe, not respecting people at all."    

"Let me show you something."    

After thinking for a while, he said lightly, "My name is Ye Fan. People in the pugilistic world give me my nickname, Always Drilling Wind. I am 20 years old and live in Jiang City City."    

"Come, tell me in my format."    

Are you crazy?    

Disdain flashed on everyone's faces.    

Fatty Hu's mouth twitched.    

He had thought that Ye Fan had some extraordinary method.    

He never thought that it would be so simple and crude.    

"I'm not as stupid as you. Hurry up and call me."    

Ye Fan waved his hands. "Are you stupid? It was the rules of the martial arts world. It was just that your hair was short and you did not have much knowledge."    

"If you don't say it, it means that you don't respect your opponent. I won't fight you."    

He looked like he was about to break a jar.    

Zhao Wuchang was so angry that his teeth itched.    

However, he did not want to carry the blame of not respecting his opponent.    

After all, martial artists who could become Grandmasters all had their own pride.    

"Alright, I'll speak!"    

"I'm Zhao Wuchang. My nickname is Huo Shou Tu. I'm 29 years old and I live in the Chung family. I'm from the River Dragon City."    

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows a few times and said in a low voice.    

"Fatty, one thousand yuan. I will transfer it to you through WeChat later."    

Fatty Hu covered his head. He did not expect the other party to be so stupid as to do such a silly thing.    

"Alright, I'll transfer it to you later."    

...    

"Are you satisfied this time? Come, do it!"    

Zhao Wuchang rushed over with a big stride.    

He didn't even give Ye Fan a chance to react.    

At this moment, his entire body was covered with boundless flames. The scorching heat had ignited all the flowers and plants around him.    

Ye Fan finally understood.    

No wonder they couldn't find any new clothes these few days.    

No matter what kind of clothes they used, they would turn into ashes.    

The fist was getting closer and closer to him.    

Ye Fan finally looked serious.    

They were both Grandmasters, so it was best not to be too careless. Otherwise, he would be the one who would get hurt easily.    

"F * ck! This move of Wuchang seems to be stronger than the previous ones. Could it be that he used all of his strength?"    

"Awesome! The scorching heat alone made my heart shiver. I didn't dare to fight against it."    

"Good job, Wuchang. I will definitely help Ye Fan kill him. I will make him pay with his blood."    

"Hehe, you guys don't understand, do you? Wuchang's skill is his ultimate skill. The effect of that skill will definitely catch you off guard."    

Chung Ju was full of confidence.    

Ever since he met Zhao Wuchang, he had never lost once.    

He didn't feel weak even when facing Ye Fan.    

"He's here!"    

Ye Fan's eyes focused, and he instantly attacked.    

Spiritual Qi that was as vast as the ocean covered his palm, and it actually forcefully grabbed towards his fist.    

"He really knows how to show off! Only when there is a huge difference in strength can he use his hand to grab his opponent's fist."    

"Ye Fan is a bit too arrogant, isn't he?"    

Not to mention Chung Ju and the others mocking him.    

Even Fatty Hu was worried.    

Mr Fan, what kind of time is this? Don't throw away your handsomeness.    

Being able to win was the way to go.    

However, what shocked everyone was that...    

Following a dull sound.    

Ye Fan's palm tightly grabbed onto Zhao Wuchang's fist.    

The corner of his mouth raised into a smile.    

"This is it?"    

"Haha, let's test you. A move that looks but is useless."    

"Take my next move!"    

Zhao Wuchang shook his arm and broke away from Ye Fan's control.    

But this time, endless killing intent began to spread out with his round heart, causing the hairs on people's bodies to stand on end.    

At this moment.    

He was like a demonic god from hell, terrifying and horrifying!    

Through probing.    

Zhao Wuchang roughly knew Ye Fan's strength.    

At least part of his strength was absolutely powerful.    

His Grandmaster realm was incomparably solid.    

If he wanted to defeat his opponent, he wouldn't be able to do it without using some ultimate moves.    

In an instant.    

Black flames burst out of his body. The flames were like will-o '-wisps, they didn't look hot at all, but no one dared to touch them.    

Ye Fan frowned.    

He glanced around.    

Meng Lu actually didn't come?    

He wanted to kill Zhao Wuchang from the bottom of his heart.    

But she didn't come to capture the soul. Didn't that mean that he couldn't kill her today?    

Could it be that he was really about the same as him?    

Ye Fan didn't believe it.    

Recently, his strength had increased by leaps and bounds.    

It was not a problem to deal with Nangong Yu and Yan Lu.    

How could he not even kill a Zhao Wuchang?    

Alright, since you're not coming, I'll give you one then.    

A serious expression finally flashed across Ye Fan's handsome face.    

His lips moved slightly, and Dragon Stacked Fist was ready to strike!    

"Go to hell."    

"Come on!"    

Both of them shouted at the same time.    

Boundless power clashed in the void as soon as it came into contact with each other.    

Fierce winds blew everywhere, causing everyone to be unable to even stand stably.    

"Is this the power of a Grandmaster? How can a fight be so cool?"    

"That's awesome! Wuchang won't get hurt, will he?"    

"I think that Ye Fan's strength isn't bad either."    

Chung Ju's expression was ferocious.    

"Don't f * cking fart. How can you boost other people's morale and destroy your own prestige?"    

"Everyone, follow me while the situation is in chaos. Don't care about anything else. Capture Fatty Hu first."    

"He has also been pretending with me many times. Let him suffer a little before we talk about it."    

"Alright."    

Just like that, everyone started to slowly move...    

Right at this moment.    

Ye Fan and Ye Fan's spiritual energy finally touched.    

"Boom!"    

A loud sound was heard.    

The ground instantly cracked open like a bomb, creating a huge crater in the soil.    

"Pu!"    

Zhao Wuchang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.    

Ye Fan, on the other hand, was fine.    

Needless to say, Ye Fan had won the first attack.    

"If you dare to move again, I will kill you all."    

A cold voice was heard.    

Chung Ju and the others' plan to attack Fatty Hu had failed before it even started.    

They saw Zhao Wuchang vomiting blood. How could they dare to provoke Ye Fan again?    

"We are just going for a stroll. Hehe!"    

"If you don't want to move, then don't move. It's fine."    

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Then do you know what it is to not move?"    

"Bastard!"    

"Congratulations, you got it right, but there is no reward! "    

"Uh... No more, no more!"    

They hurriedly waved their hands.    

Zhao Wuchang, on the other hand, held his chest and did not say a word. No one knew what he was thinking.    

Ye Fan did not want to pay attention to him. Instead, he said to the crowd.    

"Come on. Hand over the kettle. Don't let me snatch it."    

"This..."