"Boom!"

Ye Fan's words were like a boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the field.

Whether it was the coaches and students of the taekwondo gym, or Zhao Ling'er, Lu Minghui and others, they stood in place as if they had been immobilized, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe their ears.

Before, in the battle between Ye Fan and Ling Ao, although he had already shown a ghostly speed, he played Ling Ao in applause.

But this time, he made a big statement, saying that he would challenge the entire taekwondo gym with the strength of one person!

Anyone who touches the corner of his clothes will lose even if he loses!

The difficulty of it, compared with fighting alone, is geometrically rising.

This is no longer a challenge or a duel, but a humiliation of the red fruit.

It was not only Park Hyun Jin who was humiliated, but also all the coaches, students, and taekwondo they had been practicing!

Are you kidding?

Do you really think you're the god of war?

I've seen a madman, I've never seen such a madness!

For a while, there was a strong anger, and the chests of everyone in the audience rolled up, and most of them stared at Ye Fan with the same hatred, eager to rush over and beat him up to relieve the hatred in their hearts!

"Aha......"

At this moment, Park Xuan really seemed to have heard some big joke, let out a burst of unbridled laughter, and then looked at Ye Fan and said:

"Stinky boy, I'd like to see what you have to say such nonsense......! What if you lose?"

In the end, Park Xuanzhen restrained the smile on his face, and his eyes showed a wolf-like ruthlessness, as if he had locked Ye Fan's qi.

If you are a cowardly person, I am afraid that you have been frightened to the point that your legs are weak and your liver and gallbladder are split.

Who knew that Ye Fan's face still did not change, and he said calmly: "Hehe...... If I lose, I will naturally be at your disposal, and if I want to kill, I will kill, and if I want to chop, I will chop! But if I win, your martial arts gym should be closed, and at the same time admit that Chinese kung fu is far better than Goryeo kung fu!"

"Hmph...... Boy, I promise it, but you're never going to win!"

Park Hyun Zhen sneered, and then waved his hand to his disciples in the distance, signaling them to attack Ye Fan.

......

There were nearly 100 people in the venue, but there were only more than 20 people who were really Park Hyun-jin's personal disciples.

But these more than 20 people are in the year of fighting, they are all in their twenties and thirties, they are vigorous, and they join forces to besiege one person, no matter how you look at it, it is more than enough!

What's more, the condition for their victory is not to knock Ye Fan down, even if they touch the corner of his clothes, it is too simple in the eyes of everyone!

Of course, many of them wanted to take this opportunity to clean up Ye Fan and kill his prestige!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The eyes of the crowd were red, and they roared at the same time, the momentum was huge, and even gave people an illusion, as if thousands of troops were galloping into battle, which was extremely visually impactful, and made people's hearts shocked.

For a while, more than 20 people rushed towards Ye Fan from all directions, and their fists and legs almost blocked all the directions of his dodge.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's chest straightened, a Lingyun ambition came out of his body, and the momentum on his body changed, his slender and tall figure was not rough, like a divine dragon above the nine heavens, and he exuded an aura of looking at the world and being proud of the others.

Immediately afterwards, he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out the silver needles he carried with him, and the internal strength in the dantian surged to the silver needles like the Yangtze River bursting its banks.

Under the illumination of the light, the silver needles shimmered with cold light.

The next moment, the person who took the lead was wearing a red and black belt around his waist, and his fist was the size of a casserole, only a dozen centimeters away from Ye Fan, and Ye Fan could even see the triumphant expression on his face.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally moved.

His figure is like a frightening dragon, graceful like a swimming dragon, with mysterious steps under his feet, flowing clouds and water, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The silver needle in Ye Fan's hand pierced the major acupoints on the red and black belt martial artist with lightning speed.

The surging internal energy, with the help of the silver needle as a medium, poured into the person's body.

For a while, the red and black warrior seemed to have been given a fixed body technique, unable to move at all, standing in place, and even maintaining the posture of attacking before punching.

Acupuncture!

The Divine Needle taught by Wei Lao can not only rejuvenate the hands and overcome the sufferings of the ten directions, but also contain the legendary Chinese magic skills of "point points".

Now Ye Fan is a Xuan Realm Grandmaster, if he is facing a Huang Realm Grandmaster, this method will only paralyze the other party for a few seconds at most.

However, these warriors in front of them are weak in strength, and they don't have any ability to resist at all.

......

In the field, Ye Fan's figure is whimsical, and the antelope hangs its horns, which seems to be at ease, as if he is strolling in a leisurely garden, and he is indescribably freehand!

The silver needle drew a graceful trajectory in mid-air, and with each attack, a warrior would be frozen and unable to move.

There are more than 20 people, which seems to be a lot, but under Ye Fan's hands, they are like local chickens and dogs, and they don't have any ability to resist at all.

In the distance, Ling Ao did not join the battle, his eyes burst out with an unprecedented essence, staring at Ye Fan's figure without blinking, for fear of missing any action.

Ye Fan's ghostly figure and acupoint technique completely subverted his inherent concepts and made him really excited, as if he had finally opened the door to a new world and learned the "real" martial arts!

In just two or three minutes, the more than 20 people were all frozen by Ye Fan, maintaining various different postures, like a statue, standing in place, indescribably weird.

"Hiss"

Seeing this, everyone in the distance couldn't help but gasp, and their bodies were shaken, like an electric shock, as if they were being slammed into the heart by a pair of invisible big hands, and they were about to suffocate.

The scene that happened in the arena caused an unprecedented visual impact and spiritual shock to them.

Ye Fan deliberately didn't make a move on Park Xuanzhen, leaving him to the end.

However, Park Hyun Jin, who was invincible before, was now completely frightened, there was no trace of blood on his face, and he was soaked in cold sweat all over his body, and he couldn't help but tremble.

In Park Hyun-jin's opinion, Ye Fan, who looked a little immature in front of him, was as terrifying as the demon god of hell!

He really couldn't imagine that a young Chinese martial artist could have such a miraculous kung fu!

Even if a taekwondo master with a black belt of the ninth dan of the Korean Kingdom comes, he may not be Ye Fan's opponent!

What made Park Hyun Zhen even more shocked was that the corners of Ye Fan's clothes were not messy from beginning to end, as if everything was under control, and he had not used all his strength!

It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be if he was firing at full power!

......

"Kick, kick, kick!"

At this time, Ye Fan walked quickly to Park Xuanzhen, his eyes were as cold as a knife, which made Park Xuanzhen's exposed skin ache for a while.

"Huh...... Park Xuanzhen, now there are only the two of us left, and the competition is not over yet! As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes, you will still win!" Ye Fan said jokingly.

When Park Hyun Zhen heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

At this time, where did he not know the difference in strength between himself and Ye Fan?

"Your Excellency's miraculous skills and martial arts are superb, I sigh to myself! Please also ask Your Excellency's subordinates to be merciful and open up the net!" Park Xuanzhen nodded and said, no longer having the arrogance he had before.

These Koreans are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and they don't clean up!

In the face of those who are weaker than themselves, they humiliate them with impunity, and in the face of the truly strong, they grovel and disguise themselves as pitiful worms, trying to win sympathy!

"I said before, as long as you close this taekwondo gym and admit that Huaxia Kung Fu is far superior to Goryeo Kung Fu, I won't pursue your fault!" Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Park Hyun-jin looked embarrassed, and his eyes flickered.

This taekwondo gym can bring him millions of dollars in profits every year, and it can be said that it is a hen that can lay golden eggs!

Let him give up like this, how could he be willing?

Suddenly, Park Hyun really seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, his right foot stomped on the ground, and with the power of the shock, he rose to the sky and swept towards the door of the gym.

In Park Hyun-jin's opinion, as long as he runs away today, although he will lose some face, he will at least be able to keep the martial arts hall, and then use various means to deceive and fool the students.

On the other hand, it is impossible for Ye Fan to block him in the gym every day!

He is a native of Goryeo, as a "foreign uncle", with such a layer of identity protection, if Ye Fan dares to continue to embarrass him, he can make a phone call to the consulate!

Just when he was about to escape, Ye Fan's disdainful voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Hmph...... Park Hyun Jin, I have already given you a chance, but you are obsessed, I really dare not kill you?"

"Kill you, one trick is enough!"