Quiet!

Deathly silence!

One punch to open the way of life and death!

With just one punch, Ye Fan blasted out a tunnel of death in front of him, blasting dozens of Hongyi elites into slag, and there were no bones left, as if they had never existed in this world.

The remaining surviving Hongyi elites, their pupils contracted violently, their facial features twisted together, and their faces were full of fear that could not be concealed.

The punch just now, like Pangu opening the world, caused an unprecedented visual impact and spiritual shock to them.

Almost all of them were already soaked in cold sweat behind their backs, as if they had walked before the ghost gate closed.

They knew that if their position was a little more to the side, enveloped by that fist, then they would be wiped out now, and there would not be even bones left.

For a while, the remaining dozens of Hongyi elites seemed to have been immobilized, and they stood in place, not even having the strength to move their fingers, and even their souls trembled.

A mood called "despair" permeated the hearts of everyone.

Being able to guard this secret base, they are definitely not weak, and they have seen many big battles.

But no one could have imagined that Ye Fan, who didn't look amazing in front of him, could use his mortal body to perform such a terrifying move, and the power was no less than a rocket.

However, after doing all this, Ye Fan still looked like an understatement, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead, as if he had done something trivial and effortless.

At this moment, the surviving Hongyi elites were all frightened, and a word subconsciously appeared in their minds-

Demon God!

Ye Fan in front of him is like a supreme demon god in the Nine Shadows, and he can't be stopped at all!

......

At the same time, abandoned factories deep underground.

An extremely hidden secret room is the hiding place of Yang Zhenkun, the leader of the dragon.

On the wall, a huge projection screen hangs, and through the surveillance camera, the battle outside the factory can be 100% restored.

At this moment, Yang Zhenkun's face was blue, his face was extremely embarrassed, the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, like a knotted centipede, and his fists were even more clattering.

In addition to the monstrous anger, there was also an unprecedented horror in his eyes!

That's right, it's horror!

As Yang Zhenkun's underground emperor, there are almost no people in the huge Huahai City who can make him jealous.

But now, seeing Ye Fan's earth-shattering punch, he finally understood why he sent three martial arts masters, but they were killed by Ye Fan!

And in the huge secret room, in addition to Yang Zhenkun, there was also an old man.

About sixty years old, burly, full of silver filaments combed meticulously, deep and mountainous, lonely and unruly, like a towering mountain, people can only look up, dare not look directly.

Despite his advanced age, he did not have the slightest decadence of an old man, and his eyes revealed a sharp meaning, and his gaze swept away, like a sharp blade.

If you are a coward, I am afraid that you will be scared to the core.

At this time, Yang Zhenkun looked at the old man, owed slightly, and said in a respectful tone:

"Venerable Chixiao, this little bastard is the murderer who killed Xiao Ting!

"Zhenkun, Yang Ting is a closed disciple of this seat, someone dares to harm his life, this seat will definitely not sit idly by! This kid can indeed be regarded as an amazing genius, that punch just now is comparable to the peak blow of the Yellow Realm Grandmaster!but——"

Speaking of this, Venerable Chixiao's words changed, he puffed up his chest, and said proudly:

"This seat is the pinnacle realm of the Xuan Realm, only half a step away from the legendary realm! In the secular world, this kid is considered to be the best, but compared to this seat, it is like an ant on the ground and a divine dragon above the nine heavens, there is no comparison!"

"With just one move, this seat can make this kid die without a place to be buried!"

"Boom!"

In the end, Venerable Chixiao's body erupted with a domineering momentum that looked at the world, as if there was a desolate beast that broke free from its shackles and was born.

Yang Zhenkun bore the brunt of this terrifying coercion, his body shook violently, like an electric shock, invisibly like a pair of big hands, grabbing his heart fiercely, and he was almost out of breath.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

It took more than half a minute for him to regain his strength, gasping for breath, shocked by this terrifying coercion, and at the same time secretly said in his heart:

"Xiao Ting, you can rest assured! as long as Venerable Chixiao makes a move, he will soon be able to avenge you!"

Many years ago, Yang Zhenkun met this Red Night Venerable by chance.

At that time, Venerable Chixiao was only at the peak of the Yellow Realm, but because of a heavenly treasure presented by Yang Zhenkun, he broke through to the Xuan Realm, so the two formed a great relationship.

Later, Yang Zhenkun sent his grandson Yang Ting to Venerable Chixiao to learn the supreme exercises with him.

In Yang Zhenkun's opinion, as long as Venerable Chixiao was willing to make a move, even if Ye Fan had three heads and six arms, he would not be spared.

"Zhenkun, go with this seat to meet this kid!"

As he spoke, Venerable Chixiao grabbed Yang Zhenkun's back collar, and his figure flashed, like a twelve-level hurricane, and swept outside.

......

Before the abandoned factory.

After Ye Fan blasted out that domineering punch, he carried the Huaimu coffin again, sank into the dantian, and shouted with his internal strength:

"Old Dog Yang, I, Ye Fan, have sent you a coffin, come out quickly and die!"

This angry shout rushed into the sky, surging in all directions, and even ripples appeared in the air.

The rest of the Hongyi elites only felt that the eardrum vibrate, and it was virtually like a giant hammer had been smashed into the chest, and the blood was tumbling all over their bodies, and they were about to vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's sharp gaze scanned the audience, like a high god of war looking down on all living beings, and said word by word:

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

A few numbers, but they contain an irresistible will.

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan picked up the locust coffin and strode towards the interior of the abandoned factory.

And those Hongyi elites, one by one, were like dead ashes, like mourners, their hearts and galls were broken, and their minds were plundered, and they didn't dare to give birth to any resistance at all, and they stood in place like wooden people.

"Boom!"

At this moment, inside the factory, an incomparably powerful aura erupted, and the vitality between heaven and earth was like a hundred rivers converging in the sea, frantically converging there.

"Boom!"

The hurricane passed, and after a while, there were two more people in the venue, it was Venerable Chixiao and Yang Zhenkun.

Yang Zhenkun's eyes burst out with an unprecedented fierce light, like a jackal that chooses people to eat, eager to devour Ye Fan alive.

When he was in the Jing Bureau before, Ye Fan had seen Yang Zhenkun through the tablet, and naturally recognized his identity at the first time.

However, at this moment, all of Ye Fan's attention was on Venerable Chixiao's body, and his whole body was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't dare to slack off.

Powerful!

Unbeatably powerful!

Even from a long distance, Ye Fan could feel that there was an incomparably powerful aura hidden in his seemingly old body.

With Ye Fan's incomparably keen senses, if you listen carefully, you will find that the sound of blood flowing in his body is as turbulent as the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

This is a real powerhouse!

The three martial arts masters combined during the day, I'm afraid they don't have a share of lifting shoes for him.

......

Just as Ye Fan was looking at him, Venerable Chixiao was also observing Ye Fan.

"Boom!"

He took a sudden step forward, and the earth trembled, and the concrete floor quickly cracked, revealing cobweb-like cracks.

"Sting!"

The next moment, his eyes shot out of an incomparably sharp light, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed, enough to tear the space, cut the yin and yang, and said sharply:

"Boy, I am the Venerable Chixiao! Yang Ting, who was killed by you, is the closed disciple of this seat! Give you a minute to kill yourself in front of this seat immediately, otherwise, you will be skinned and cramped, and your bones will be removed!"

In the end, a condensed coercion erupted in Venerable Chixiao's body, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Fan.

Hearing this, Ye Fan pursed his lips disdainfully, puffed up his chest, and resisted the monstrous coercion, and said coldly:

"Venerable Chixiao, I haven't heard of it! Which horn came out of the middle of nowhere?"