In the huge banquet hall, there was silence, the pin drop could be heard, and there was a deathly silence.

Song Qingyun, who had not been able to live before, was like a dead dog at the moment, paralyzed on the ground, dying, and didn't even have the strength to wail.

From a distance, his right fist and his entire arm were completely useless, his bones were shattered, and his flesh and blood were blurred, which was shocking.

With such a serious injury, even if it is treated in time afterwards, I am afraid that it will not be able to return to its normal state, and the martial arts realm will definitely be affected.

A martial arts genius has fallen!

However, this cut was too sudden, and it all happened between lightning and fire.

After more than half a minute, everyone in the stadium reacted, and couldn't help but gasp, their eyes were full of shock, as if they were being smothered by a pair of invisible big hands, and they were about to suffocate.

You must know that Song Qingyun is a closed disciple of Tai Chi Grandmaster Yang Baichuan, and he has the true inheritance, and the punch just now also showed his strength.

Most of the young martial artists in the arena asked themselves if they faced that punch, they would not have any power to fight back!

Yes, Song Qingyun, who is so powerful, was defeated by Ye Fan in just one face!

The scene that happened just now had an unprecedented visual impact and spiritual shock to them.

What's more, Ye Fan was still standing with his hands in his hands at the moment, standing in place, without even moving his heels, his understatement was as casual as swatting a fly to death.

Suddenly, a bold thought flashed through someone's mind—

Could it be ...... Is this kid the legendary grandmaster powerhouse?

The next moment, however, they threw the ridiculous thought out of their minds.

No way!

Ye Fan looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, no matter how talented he is at this age, he is just a sixth- or seventh-grade martial artist who survives, and he should have been famous a long time ago!

For a while, countless shocked, jealous, curious, and fearful eyes all fell on him.

However, for these glances, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear.

In the punch just now, he didn't use his internal strength at all, and even reined in a little bit of the power of the Heavenly Overlord.

Otherwise, if he did it with all his might, Song Qingyun would not just be wasted as an arm, I am afraid that he would be turned into powder on the spot, and there would be no ashes left!

......

On the other side, Tai Chi Grandmaster Yang Baichuan's face was extremely gloomy, and a pair of eyes looked straight at Ye Fan.

The green tendons on his forehead were constantly beating, and the Taoist robe on his body was windless and volatile, undulating, revealing the monstrous anger in his heart!

Song Qingyun is not only his closed disciple, but also the son of one of his close friends, who has always regarded Song Qingyun as his own.

Now, Song Qingyun was seriously injured in front of him, how could he explain to that best friend?

However, after all, Yang Baichuan is a generation of grandmasters and martial arts masters, if he goes out in person and goes to find Ye Fanping, it is inevitable that he will be suspected of "bullying the small with the big", and he will not be martial!

At this moment, Yang Baichuan suddenly seemed to think of something, and whispered a few words to He Feifei, the head of the He family.

He Feifei immediately understood, stretched out his hand to summon a young martial artist, and commanded him a few words.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the young martial artist walking quickly to Ye Fan, holding his head high, and said with justice awe:

"Boy, martial arts competition, point to point! But today, you dare to hit Brother Qingyun hard, it's like looking for death!"

"Noise, where are the wild dogs, barking here!" Ye Fan said coldly.

Hearing Ye Fan compare himself to a wild dog, the man was furious, gritted his teeth and said:

"Presumptuous! I am the eldest young man of the He family, He Feiyang, you are acting so rampantly and domineering, don't you take Sect Master Yang and our Huahai Martial Arts Realm in your eyes?"

"Aha......"

When Ye Fan heard this, it was as if he had heard some big joke, as if he had burst into an unbridled laugh, and continued:

"What bullshit Grandmaster Yang? What bullshit Huahai Martial Arts Realm? With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish!"

......

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bombshell smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves.

Whether it is a young and vigorous martial artist or a celebrity who has debuted for a long time, after hearing Ye Fan's words, the anger in his heart was completely ignited, and his blood was almost boiling.

A mere seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy dared to provoke the entire Huahai martial arts world with his own strength!

Mad!

The madness is boundless!

It was the first time they had seen such an arrogant person in so many years!

Suddenly, more than a dozen young martial artists with strong blood and strength rushed out and shouted loudly:

"Stinky boy, who do you think you are?Sword God Zhuo Bufan, or Sword Saint Lu Qingshan?"

"Hmph...... Don't think that if you win by luck, you can look down on the heroes of the world!"

"Boy, immediately kneel down and apologize to everyone, otherwise, don't blame us for being polite!"

The momentum of everyone overwhelmingly suppressed Ye Fan, like a raging storm to devour him.

However, seeing this scene, Ye Fan was still calm, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the audience, and he said lightly:

"If anyone else is not convinced, all of them will stand up for me!"

As soon as the words fell, another young warrior rushed out and said in a loud voice:

"Eight cannon boxing kings move, don't accept it!"

"Xingyi Quan successor Li Hu, dissatisfied!"

"Shaolin lay disciple Zhao Han, don't accept it!"

In a moment, almost half of the young martial artists in the field, more than 30 people, surrounded Ye Fan.

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena was tense and tense to the extreme, as if a big fight was going to be made in the next moment.

"Aha......"

At this time, Ye Fan let out a burst of heroic laughter and said: "You are not convinced, and I, who specialize in all kinds of disobedience!"

Speaking of this, Ye Fan hooked his finger provocatively towards them, and his voice revealed a domineering momentum that looked down on the world:

"You guys, let's go together!"

......

"What?!"

Hearing these words, those young martial artists in the Huahai Martial Arts Realm were stunned at first, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's faces were hideous, their eyes were about to split, and their hair stood on end, as if they had been greatly insulted.

Those who can come to participate in this martial arts exchange meeting are the best of the various sects, and they are regarded as the future heirs of the sect.

In a few years, if nothing else, these people will become the masters of the sects, and they will be the mainstay of the Huahai Martial Arts Realm!

Two fists are hard to beat four hands!

With so many people joining forces, even if it is a martial arts celebrity like the head of the He family, I am afraid that he will be easily defeated.

Even if a generation of Tai Chi master Yang Baichuan is not sure of victory!

But now, the kid in front of him, who has not grown all his hair, dares to make such a big statement, saying that he wants to challenge the young powerhouses of the entire Huahai martial arts world with his own strength, how can they accept it?

Even if they rush to beat Ye Fan up, they are only victorious, and they are not heroes!

However, if they fight alone, Song Qingyun's fate just now is a lesson for them.

Because of this, these young warriors were in a dilemma, not knowing what to do, whether to advance or retreat, and fell into a stalemate.

Seeing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, his body straightened, his waist was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and he said in a loud voice:

"Huh...... Why? Are you scared? In that case, let your elders and elders go up with you, as well as the so-called Grandmaster Yang Baichuan! Even if 10,000 ants add up, they can't shake the elephant, and to me, you are like ants!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Arrogance!"

"Look for death!"

There were bursts of scolding in the arena again, and those young and vigorous warriors only felt that their blood was surging, and they had broken through the limit of patience.

At this time, He Feiyang, the eldest young man of the He family, turned back to everyone and said: "Colleagues, with this arrogant fanatic, there is no need to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, let's join forces to kill this fang!"

"As it should be!"

"That's right! He Shao is right!"

"Let's go up together, kill this kid and avenge Grandmaster Yang's beloved apprentice!"

For a time, the crowd was agitated and filled with righteous indignation.

At this time, He Feiyang suddenly put his right hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist and drew his sword violently.

"Boom!"

A clear sword roar resounded throughout the audience.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword came out of its sheath, and the refined sword shrouded the audience, stabbing towards Ye Fan's heart like a long rainbow piercing the sun.