Ye Fan and Mu Bing walked out of the damaged house one after another. They looked as usual, and there was no sign of anything wrong, as if there was no fierce battle just now, and they just went to disperse their hearts.

The people watching the battle around all breathed a sigh of relief, and simply did not suffer serious injuries due to the dust fog. Although the two did not seem to be excited after victory or defeat, almost everyone could tell at a glance that Ye Fan still won the battle.

Because he was still holding a purple wooden box in his hand, he did not teach Mu Bing's hand.

Ye Fan returned to the main street.

He was surprised to find that the entire main street that stretches seven or eight miles to the south gate of Luyang City was almost gone on the empty street dozens of feet wide. Those who were bustling shopping and setting up stalls and hawking at some point all disappeared.

This strange feeling is like the city of Luyang is empty.

On this long street, there are only more than a dozen late-stage martial artists standing sporadically, all of whom are the top group of people in Luyang Prefecture Courtyard.

However, looking to both sides of the main street, all the restaurants, attics, corridors, tea shops, shops, house walls and short trees along the street were almost filled with people watching the battle, with no less than tens of thousands.

Those of the eight major families of Luyang Prefecture have already occupied a favorable viewing position at the high place with the widest view of restaurants in all sizes.

"How many people do you think Ye Fan can defeat?"

"Hmph! No matter how strong Ye Fan is, he is only one person. He will run out of his strength after a few games. Even if he is at the peak of the ninth level of the warrior, it will be amazing to defeat seven or eight warrior late-stage masters in succession. He can't go far at all!"

"This is a fair one-on-one contest that can defeat seven or eight people! If everyone rushes forward regardless of their identity, he will not be able to withstand even if he is seven heads and six arms."

"Ye Fan was the most likely to get this wooden box. The premise was that he had to have enough strategies. But he went to show off his power and was the first to get the wooden box and become the target of everyone! I don't like him!"

The young warriors from the eight major clans stood on the high building, talking with ridicule and jealousy.

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"Ye Fan, although you can easily defeat Yu'er and me! There are dozens of top warriors in the late stage, each of them is different. You are just one person's strength, so be more careful!"

Mu Bing said seriously.

"Know!"

Ye Fan nodded calmly, walked on the main street, and headed towards the south gate of the city.

He didn't leave quickly.

But there were many challengers on this not-long street. Soon, Ye Fan met the next challenger, Sun Zaoli, a genius in business.

"Brother Ye, although I know I am defeated, I still want to give you a trick!"

Sun Zaoli bowed and said with a respectful look.

Ye Fan nodded.

Sun Zaoli flipped his hands and an extra killing stick appeared, and rushed towards Ye Fan suddenly. He felt a little nervous, and raised the long stick in his hand, and a majestic shadow of a stick appeared in the air, falling from the sky towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan just looked at it calmly, and waited until Sun Zaoli approached.

He took a step forward and punched.

This punch passed through the dense stick shadows without bias and hit Sun Zaoli's chest.

"Bang!"

Sun Zaoli's chest aches, flew back several feet backwards, barely getting up, looking at Ye Fan in shock and confusion, "Why is this happening?"

"The set of "Killing Sticks" you practiced is too majestic and fancy on the outside, and is only suitable for opponents who are lower than you. But for stronger people, the spacing between sticks is too big, so big that my fists can pass through!"

Ye Fan walked past Sun Zaoli and said calmly.

On the street, the next challenge was that Feng Shuang, who was on the eighth floor of the Warriors, drew out a sharp sword and pointed it at Ye Fan. Seeing Sun Zaoli lying on the ground with his own eyes, his face showed a high look of vigilance.

"Please give me advice from Brother Ye!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Ye Fan with a quick attack with a sword.

Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked it.

"Bang!"

Feng Shuang was kicked several feet away and lay on the ground like Sun Zaoli.

Ye Fan walked towards the next opponent standing on this main street.

"Ye Fan, please give me advice!"

Lin Danxin's jade hand holding the sword trembled slightly. She had no confidence in fighting Ye Fan because she couldn't understand how Ye Fan knocked down Sun Zaoli, Feng Shuang and others.

Ye Fan's basic martial arts realm is beyond her understanding.

Bang!

Lin Dan was in a daze before he could make a move. His eyes were blurred and he felt a heavy blow on his wrist. He felt an unbearable severe pain and saw that the sword had missed its hand.

She looked faded and staggered back aside, not daring to block Ye Fan's way.

"Go back and refine medicine!"

Ye Fan closed his legs and continued to walk towards the south gate of the city.

"Bang!"

The sixth challenger bowed his body and slowly fell down unwillingly.

"Bang, boom~!"

The seventh challenger was knocked away by a heavy leg and collapsed the pergola on the street.

"Bang!"

The eighth challenger fell.

On the entire long main street, tens of thousands of people were watching the battle and fell into a dead silence, but occasionally they could breathe deeply in the air conditioner.

These challengers fought against Ye Fan head-on, and were beaten down with one punch or one leg.

They couldn't stop it with a single move.

This is simply a shocking miracle, which also means that Ye Fan's martial arts realm has reached a magical realm.

Even the children of the big clan who were standing high in the restaurant and were still sarcastic, closed their mouths, stared at the streets, and watched the battle seriously.

Ye Fan walked three miles away from the south gate of the city.

There is a small street stall tea shop here, which can accommodate more than a dozen people sitting and drinking tea. However, there is only one tea customer at this time.

After taking the last sip of light fragrance tea, Jiang Youxi put down the cup, walked to the middle of the street, and said a little annoyed: "Ye Fan, you are not very interested in this way! We are all classmates at least. You only use one move to them, and they are all three basic items. How shameless is this! At least you can use your initial martial arts! In this way, you can use the "Flash Art" to deal with me, even if I lose, you will have some face. Oh my."

Ye Fan stepped a little, and his figure flashed.

"puff!"

Jiang Youxi was surprised to find that Ye Fan had arrived beside him. He took a punch in his stomach, sprayed out a big mouthful of tea, curled his body and hugged his stomach, and squatted on the ground in pain.

At least I'll finish it!

Jiang Youxi wanted to curse, but his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't even curse.

"You can't change your problem, you're talking nonsense! As you wish, I just used the "Shifting Step" with one punch!"

Ye Fan closed his fists and walked over to Jiang Youxi.

I stopped three miles from the south gate of the city.

Because ahead, the Luyang Mansion Courtyard tried to compete for the remaining most of the mansion students, about twenty late-stage warrior masters, were waiting at the last three miles of the gate that was about to rush to the south of the city.

The students of the house looked at him with a complex look. There was a little fear and fear, or jealousy in their admiration.

Three miles inside the south gate of the city, the location here is very good. The place is open enough, and once you succeed, you can immediately rush towards the city gate.

Just take a purple wooden box and rush out of the south gate of the city one step and you will win.

The students of the house seemed to be hesitating whether to go together.

They are usually well-known seniors in Luyang Mansion, and their younger brothers and sisters are all in a group. The battles between their level are always one-on-one, and there is no saying that many people fight one person.

In front of the residents of Quanluyang City, these late-stage warriors and masters beat up one person together, which is a very embarrassing move. This shows that they admit that they cannot do it and that they must go there with a group of people to have a chance.

But if they don’t go together, they don’t feel that they are one-on-one and are sure to defeat Ye Fan. Even if there is a one-on-one round battle, there may not be such a chance to win.

Ye Fan knew that they were hesitating and couldn't help but laugh:

"My basic footwork is at the tenth level of the god level. Within one step, I am invincible!"

"My basic boxing technique is at the tenth level of god level. Within one punch, I am invincible!"

"My basic leg skills are also at the tenth level of the god level. Within one leg, I am invincible! Three basic martial arts skills are the god level."

"I am the peak of the ninth level of warrior! Your cultivation level will definitely not be higher than me, and your martial arts level is not as good as me. One-on-one, you are not my opponent!"

"Let's go together!"

Ye Fan finished speaking.

His eyes swept over more than twenty late-stage martial artists in front of him, and he counted silently in his heart, but found that there were two missing - Zhao Feiyang and Ao Lie.

His eyes couldn't help but look further away.

I saw that at the highest point above the city wall of the south gate, a cold young man Wu Zheng stood there coldly, crossing his sword, holding a powerful nine-stone divine arm bow in his hand, looking at everyone below with a cold look.

The Nine-Stone Divine Arm Bow in Zhao Feiyang's hand may shoot explosive arrows at any time to make a final kill.
To be continued...