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This guy... Ye Fan was in a daze for a moment. Yan Bing ignored him and started chatting with Li Dawei and the others. Ye Fan hurriedly packed up his things, greeted several people, and ran out.

Who is this guy? Have you practiced the "star killing technique"? Moreover, he must have seen that he has come, otherwise it would be impossible to shake hands with him like this. Ye Fan knew that if he had such strength to shake hands with an ordinary person, his weakness would probably be directly disabled.

Will this guy have something to do with his father? This is what Ye Fan cares about the most. Unexpectedly, he discovered a major clue as soon as he arrived here. Ye Fan originally came here with a mentality of trying his luck...

Ye Fan went to the supermarket outside the school to buy some things, and also applied for a mobile phone card. When he walked out of the mobile business hall, he was about to send a text message to his classmates and friends who had been in the past, he saw Yan Bing standing at the door of the business hall, looking at him happily.

Ye Fan was stunned, smiled casually and said, "Are you here to apply for a mobile phone card too?"

Yan Bing smiled and said, "No, I'll come to find you."

"Look for me." Ye Fan's face changed. Before he could look for him, he came to me first. What was this guy's idea? "What's the matter?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

Yan Bing shook his arms and said, "It's nothing, I just want to compete with you."

"Compet?" Ye Fan was a little confused, "What are you competing?"

"What else can it be!" Yan Bing shook his fist.

"You..." My father had instructed the "star killing technique" not to tell anyone, but can this fellow in front of me ask him? Ye Fan hesitated.

Yan Bing thought he was hesitating for the competition, so he quickly advised: "Let's try it, let me see if your skills are powerful!"

Ye Fan didn't understand what the word "My shu? What shu?" was.

Yan Bing nodded and said, "Yes, you learned the art."

shu! Technique? Does it mean "star killing technique"? Ye Fan suddenly understood something. Technique is equivalent to martial arts, and the "star killing technique" he knew is one of them. Yan Bing in front of him probably knew another technique, and at this moment he wanted to compete with him in martial arts.

It turned out that he had nothing to do with his father. Ye Fan was very disappointed, but he was very interested in Yan Bing's proposal. He never thought that Shu was such a group. Isn't this really the same as described in martial arts novels? Jianghu, this is the Jianghu! Ye Fan's long-lost complex burned instantly.

Yan Bing was still looking at him with anticipation on the other side. Ye Fan nodded and said, "Okay, give it a try!"

Yan Bing was very happy: "Come with me!"

Ye Fan followed him back to the school and came to a row of dilapidated bungalows on the side of the playground. This is also the place where the school wants to rebuild. The university is really a very cultural place. The big words written on the wall are "demolition", not "folding".

Bypassing the bungalow, a large open space appeared in front of him. Yan Bing smiled and said, "Let's just be here! There will be no one else."

Ye Fan put down the things in his hand and said, "You seem to be quite familiar."

Yan Bing smiled: "Someone has brought me here just now."

As he said that, he had already walked into the venue and turned around and said, "Come on, don't be polite."

Ye Fan stood opposite him without saying a word. But he knew for the first time that in this world, in addition to his father and himself, there were also people of the same kind. He had never fought with these people before, and he felt a little excited and nervous.

Yan Bing looked like a long time of storm and said lightly: "Would you go first or I come first."

He really didn't know what to do if Ye Fan came first, so he said politely: "You can do it first!"

Yan Bing said bluntly: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, his man had already rushed up. He waved to the distance between the two of them, and raised his leg and kicked his side, heading straight to Ye Fan's chest.

Yan Bing's speed is extremely high, but in Ye Fan's eyes, if the movements of an ordinary person are eight times slower than the slow motion of a movie, Yan Bing's speed is only four times slower. He gently turned around and had already cut it to Yan Bing's strength with the momentum. In his fight career for more than ten years, this is Ye Fan's most commonly used move.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bing's reaction was not slow either. His head tilted, and Ye Fan's palm had already cut into the air. He was surprised, but he felt inexplicably excited. He took action, and this was the first time someone could do it.

Yan Bing moved his neck and smiled, "It's really not simple, but this is the real one."

Ye Fan had already completely entered the role at this time and smiled and said, "Come on!"

Yan Bing shouted and rose up from the ground, bent his right leg in the air and flicked it straight towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan could see clearly, took a step back, waved his left hand, and steadily blocked the kick.

But Yan Bing's right foot was blocked back, but his left foot was immediately kicked out like lightning. Ye Fan retreated again and again. With such a "crackling" sound, Ye Fan took eight steps in a row, and Yan Bing's eight kicks were blocked. Seeing that this move was not good, he immediately used the force to shake off his body and fell backwards after kicking out the eighth kick.

Ye Fan rushed up at this moment, and a figure flashed past Yan Bing in a blink of an eye. The palm that Ye Fan waved this time Yan Bing was not as good as he was not prepared, and the edge of his neck was cut firmly.

He landed gently and turned around, but saw Yan Bing touching his neck and looking at him in surprise.

Ye Fan was very surprised. His palm was clearly cut very strongly just now, but the other party seemed to have nothing to do. In the past ten years, there has never been a person who can hold on with his eyes open for three seconds after hitting everything like him.

Yan Bing touched his neck and said, "Boss, who do you think of me? I want to knock me out!"

Ye Fan still couldn't believe it: "Are you okay?"

Yan Bing said angrily: "It's okay." After that, he said shamelessly: "This time I gave you the opportunity. You didn't catch it. Next time, it won't be so cheap. I'm talking about you! I'll show off my tricks and take a look!"

Ye Fan finally understood that this Jianjiazi is Jianjiazi, and is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. He clenched his fists and said, "Is that OK?"

Yan Bing was on guard and said, "Come on!"

Ye Fan raised his energy, concentrated his mind, and shouted: "Here you come, meteor fist."

Yan Bing laughed: "Don't shout it out, you've read too many comics..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted with a burst of pain. Ye Fan had crossed two meters away at a speed much faster than him and appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye. His right fist was firmly nailed to his lower abdomen at this moment. Yan Bing only felt a cool air passing through his abdomen and spurted out from his back. Everything around him still seemed so calm.

Yan Bing widened his eyes. He didn't see clearly how the other party used a move and how he rushed over. He only knew that he was in pain now.

Ye Fan stood up straight, looked at his fist in disbelief and said, "No way? It's okay again." He sighed again in his heart, Lian Jiazi was indeed Lian Jiazi. With a plop, Yan Bing was already lying on the ground.

Ye Fan was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. Yan Bing foamed at the mouth, and was so angry that he said: "Damn you! It's hard to say that he is also a classmate. Can you do this to be so cruel?"

Ye Fan panicked: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Yan Bing waved his hand and said, "What kind of hospital is sent to? It will be fine after a while!"

Yan Bing sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and after a while, he opened his eyes. Although he was not as energetic as before, he could see that he had improved a lot.

With Ye Fan's help, he stood up, moved his hands and feet, and looked at Ye Fan with his eyes as if he was looking at a national treasure.

"How long have you been practicing the technique?" Yan Bing asked.

"It's been thirteen years." Ye Fan answered truthfully, starting from the first day he started to learn "star killing techniques".

"No wonder." Yan Bing muttered, "I have practiced for three years more than me. This is called 'Liuying Legs'. What kind of fun do you learn?"

Sure enough, the technique is like a system of martial arts in the novel. Ye Fan said intimately, but he still did not forget his father's instructions: "This is not convenient to say."

Yan Bing seemed to know some rules very well and did not continue to ask, but asked, "That move just now was called meteor fist?"

Ye Fan nodded. This move was the trick he beat someone half to death with one punch five years ago. To this day, those who got this move can stand up and chat with him in a moment. Jianjiazi is Jianjiazi, and this is the third time today. Since Yan Bing is a fellow man with him, Ye Fan will inevitably feel close to him.

Yan Bing shook his head and said, "How could this be the case with the Meteor Fist?"

"What should it be?" Ye Fan was puzzled. He had been practicing thirteen years of play, and this outsider could find fault with the first time he saw it, and he couldn't help but blush.

Yan Bing came over with one hand and put it on Ye Fan's shoulder, suddenly kicked it out and said, "It should be like this!"

Ordinary people see this as one kick, but Ye Fan can see it clearly. Yan Bing kicked four kicks in an instant. Yan Bing was still explaining: "I am injured now, otherwise I should kick eight kicks like I did just now. As for meteors, it should be like this. Do you know the 'Tianma Meteor Fist'? More than 80 punches per second, what awesome meteor."

Ye Fan asked in confusion: "Don't the meteor just flashed by? So many times, it seems like it was a meteor shower!"

Yan Bing was speechless. Ye Fan suddenly waved his hand, but in an instant he hit ten times and asked Yan Bing: "Do you mean that should be like this?"

Yan Bing nodded.

Ye Fan said: "But my move is different from the one just now. The move just now is called meteor fist, and this move is called Xingyu fist."

It is still very clear that Yan Bing has a few kilograms. Seeing that Ye Fan seemed to be becoming more and more serious, he hurriedly said: "This, maybe we practice different skills, so the name will be a little different."

Ye Fan saw Yan Bing's embarrassment and understood that this guy was pretending to be an expert. He originally wanted to find an opportunity to ask this person for advice and immediately disappeared. Since his father had left when he was nine years old, Ye Fan had encountered many problems in the next nine years of cultivation, but unfortunately no one could answer it for him. He had always been fumbled through it alone.

Ye Fan went over and picked up the things he put on the ground and asked Yan Bing: "Can you leave?"

Yan Bing said disdainfully: "Don't overestimate yourself, I'm fine." At this time, Yan Bing had almost recovered, and recovered with his arrogant and domineering spirit.

The two walked side by side, Yan Bing was still limping, but he still didn't care: "If I had known that you were so powerful, I would not have competed with you. It not only hurts confidence but also loses face, it's really embarrassing."

Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, "I am full of confidence now, it's all for me."

Yan Bing muttered: "It can be seen that you rarely fight with people."

Ye Fan said with a smile: "To be honest, this is the first time with you, you will be in a great victory!"
Chapter completed!