Although Yang Baichuan disappointed Ye Fan, he had no grievances with Yang Baichuan, and he didn't come to smash the field this time.

Therefore, Ye Fan was ready to leave the banquet hall quietly.

However, his deliberately suppressed voice still fell into the ears of the people next to him.

As soon as he took a few steps, someone rushed over and said unceremoniously:

"Presumptuous! What a bold man, he dares to insult his master!"

Ye Fan raised his eyes and found that it was Yang Baichuan's closed disciple Song Qingyun who stopped him.

At this moment, Song Qingyun's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were full of evil energy, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, like an unsheathed divine sword stabbing at Ye Fan, and said arrogantly:

"Hmph...... Don't you look down on my master, with my master's strength, as long as he moves his little finger, he can easily crush you to death!"

When Ye Fan heard this, his face was still unwavering, completely ignoring Song Qingyun, and he took a step and continued to walk out.

Just like an elephant wouldn't care about the taunts of ants and lions wouldn't care about the provocations of sheep, Ye Fan naturally didn't bother to deal with Song Qingyun, which would lower his grade.

Seeing Ye Fan's ignorant appearance, Song Qingyun's forehead was beating, as if he had been insulted by Da Mo.

"Stinky boy, stop me!"

He shouted loudly, and at the same time, he shot out like lightning and grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder.

In this move, there is a monstrous anger, and the momentum is heavy, if an ordinary person is hit, I am afraid that the shoulder blade will be cracked.

However, Ye Fan seemed to open his eyes at the back of his head, and his body twisted, which was able to avoid Song Qingyun's sneak attack.

......

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Song Qingyun's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was very surprised in his heart.

Just now, although he didn't use all his strength, even if ordinary people saw his attack, they couldn't dodge it at all, not to mention that Ye Fan had his back to him!

"Hmph...... It turned out to be a practitioner, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant! But don't think that if you practice some kung fu, you can look down on the heroes of the world!"

Song Qingyun sneered, swept his body, and rushed to Ye Fan again, blocking his way.

And the movement here has also attracted the attention of many people in the venue.

"Whew!Whew!"

For a while, countless eyes fell on Ye Fan in unison, pushing him to the cusp.

At this time, Song Qingyun half-squinted his eyes, and a fierce aura came out of his body, pressing towards Ye Fan, and said sharply:

"Grandmaster, don't be insulted! Boy, you dare to insult my master, if you don't give an explanation, you won't want to leave this banquet hall half a step today!"

His voice pierced through the golden cracks, high-pitched and sharp, and anyone could feel the murderous aura in it.

Chivalry violates the prohibition with martial arts, and the strong people in the realm of grandmasters, martial arts, have long been unrestricted by secular laws.

As long as it is not a killing spree in front of everyone, if someone offends the strong grandmaster in private, even if he is killed on the spot, he can only consider himself unlucky!

"Kick, kick, kick!"

At this moment, there was a noise of footsteps.

Led by Yang Baichuan, a group of bigwigs in the Huahai martial arts world came over.

"Qingyun, what's going on here?" Yang Baichuan asked in a deep voice.

When Song Qingyun heard this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Fan and said loudly: "Master, when you were performing martial arts just now, this kid dared to slander your reputation, saying that your kung fu is golden and ruined, and it is useless!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Baichuan frowned, and his face instantly turned blue.

The temperature in the stadium seemed to drop to freezing, and the atmosphere became tense and tense to the extreme.

However, at this time, Ye Fan's face still did not change, he held his head high, and said without humility or arrogance:

"I'm just telling the truth!"

......

"Boom!"

This sentence is like a boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the field.

Everyone never expected that in front of Yang Baichuan, Ye Fan not only did not have any intention of repenting and apologizing, but intensified his provocation.

What's even more unbelievable is that his understated tone does not have the slightest wave, as if he is stating objective facts.

It seems that in his eyes, Yang Baichuan is really an ant-like existence, vulnerable to attack.

"Vertical arrogance!"

Song Qingyun let out an angry roar like an angry lion, his eyes were split, and his battle intent was overwhelming.

As a close disciple of Yang Baichuan, Song Qingyun has always respected his master as a god, how can he allow others to be so defiled?

And the other martial artists in the arena also looked at Ye Fan angrily, and criticized them verbally:

"Hmph...... Where did the stinky boy come from, who dared to make a big fuss here and be disrespectful to Grandmaster Yang?"

"This kind of jumping clown, I guess I want to grandstand in this way!"

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! If you dare to offend Sect Master Yang, you will simply seek death!"

Hearing these cynicisms, Ye Fan looked pampered and not surprised, stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes crossed Song Qingyun in front of him, and looked directly at Yang Baichuan in the distance.

At the beginning, Ye Fan didn't want to make a big deal about it, but Song Qingyun and the others were aggressive, provoking him again and again!

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of temper!

Although Ye Fan is not a troublemaker, he is definitely not afraid of things.

What's more, a mere early stage Grandmaster of the Yellow Realm can't get into his magic eyes at all!

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan's sharp gaze was like a sharp blade, swept towards everyone in the field, and said coldly:

"Hmph...... Am I wrong? What bullshit Grandmaster Yang, what he practiced was just fancy fist embroidered legs, and he simply tarnished the Chinese magic skill of Tai Chi! Why don't you let him come and fight with me and see which one is stronger and which is weaker!"

"Vertical arrogance!"

Song Qingyun shouted again, his eyes burned with flames, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, just because you still want to challenge my master, I can beat you all over the ground to find teeth!"

"You?"

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, stretched out his right index finger and shook it, and said with a playful smile:

"You're not worthy of being my opponent!"

......

This sentence stimulated Song Qingyun's self-esteem even more and made him completely lose his mind.

"Since ancient times, there is no first, and there is no second in martial arts! Whether I am your opponent or not, you will only know if you have fought it!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyun stretched his body, and a crackling sound sounded all over his body, like firecrackers.

The next moment, his figure shot out like an arrow from the string, carrying the momentum of devastation, and his right fist smashed towards Ye Fan's face.

With this punch, Song Qingyun used twelve percent of his strength, containing his lifelong martial will, vowing to make Ye Fan pay the price of blood!

The air around him seems to have been drained, not to mention the mortal body of the flesh, even if it is a steel plate, I am afraid it will be pierced.

Seeing this, the warriors who were watching next to him couldn't help but praise:

"Tsk...... It is worthy of being a high disciple of Sect Master Yang, moving like a bow, like thunder, and terrifying!"

"That's right! With this punch alone, he has already defeated our young martial artists in Huahai!"

"Hmph...... That kid is probably going to suffer! If he is beaten up, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die!"

Hearing this downside of public opinion, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and a narrow smile appeared in his eyes, not moving at all, still standing with his hands in his hands.

But in Song Qingyun's eyes, he thought that Ye Fan was scared stupid, and he didn't have time to react at all.

Just when he thought he was sure to win, he changed into elbows and armpits, and a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, the momentum on Ye Fan's body changed completely!

It was like a carp frolicking in the water, which suddenly lost its scales and turned into a divine dragon soaring above the nine heavens, revealing its majestic minions.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan also raised his right fist and slowly pushed it forward.

The speed is not very fast, like an old man in the park doing tai chi in the morning.

However, Song Qingyun's hairs stood on end, and a sense of foreboding rose.

He even had the illusion that under Ye Fan's punch, even a mountain would be knocked through a big hole.

At the last moment, he wanted to close his fist and escape, but he was already ready to shoot and had to send it.

"Peng!"

The right fists of the two collided in mid-air.

Song Qingyun only felt a tremendous force coming from Ye Fan's fist.

Immediately afterwards, his right fist shattered inch by inch and exploded, dripping with blood, white bones, and his burly body was like a kite with a broken string, which was knocked more than ten meters away, and hit several onlookers before falling to the ground.

One punch, defeat the enemy!