Ye Fan had long sensed that an extraordinary martial artist was approaching. He turned his head to take a look and was immediately convinced that it was another martial artist from the Yin Corpse Sect. This was because the aura he emitted was not much different from that of Wang Lengyan.
This man had a head of long black and gray hair that was combed behind his head. He was dressed in colorful clothes, but it was unknown whether it was a pant or a skirt.
His face was fair and his skin was rather tight. It was hard to tell his exact age, but his eyes were clearly filled with vicissitudes and experience.
Along with him was a man who looked to be around thirty years old. He was wearing an Armani suit and looked like a successful person.
"Let me introduce you." Wang Lengyan said in a fawning manner, "This is our Wei Family's Second Young Master, Wei Shaoqiu."
This is the Sect Leader of our Yin Corpse Sect, Lord Mo Xuanfeng. He is also the number one guest of our White Jade Tower. "
Wei Shaoqiu looked at Ye Fan with a sharp gaze, "You were the one who killed my brother?"
Ye Fan only glanced at this guy and laughed in his heart. Wei Shaoqiu seemed to be very angry, but deep in his eyes, there was clearly a hint of joy.
It was clear that with the death of his big brother, he, the Second Young Master, would be able to take over.
"It's me. What, you want to avenge him?"
Wei Shaoqiu snorted, "The one who came to take your life today is our Sect Leader Mo. My big brother is Sect Leader Mo's godson."
"Sect Leader Mo is an expert at the initial stage of the Xiantian realm. If you have any last words, you can say them as soon as possible." leaf
Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the stage, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and finish the fight. I still need to go back to Hua Hai for dinner."
"What big words." Mo Xuanfeng laughed sinisterly, "Stinking brat who doesn't even have a bit of true qi cultivation, this old man wants to see how long you can be so arrogant for."
Finished speaking, Mo Xuanfeng leaped onto the stage.
Ye Fan listened to this guy's old voice and asked in bewilderment, "What's the situation with your Yin Corpse Sect? Why are all of you so old, yet you take care of yourself so well?"
Hearing Mo Xuanfeng's voice, it sounded like he was in his sixties, but this person looked like he was only in his thirties or forties.
"So many questions, let's go down and ask the King of Hell!"
Under the activation of Mo Xuanfeng's Zhen Qi, both of his palms emitted a faint purple mist. Wind blew under his feet as he quickly attacked Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stood on the spot, allowing Mo Xuanfeng's palm to strike his chest.
"Bang!" A muffled sound resounded. The palm strike of the Innate Initial Success was like a muffled thunder.
Ye Fan looked at him indifferently and grinned.
Mo Xuanfeng was startled, feeling extremely astonished. This poisonous palm of his was extraordinary, even a martial artist at the peak of the Xiantian realm would not be able to take it head on. Ye Fan, this fellow who didn't even have the slightest bit of Zhen Qi, actually relied on his physical body to forcefully withstand it!?
"Brat, what kind of martial arts did you practice!?"
In his rage, Mo Xuanfeng sent another palm strike towards Ye Fan's head.
He raised his hand and directly grabbed Mo Xuanfeng's arm.
Ka ka!
With a pinch from Ye Fan, Mo Xuanfeng's bones were so fragile that they broke!
"Ahhh!!"
Mo Xuanfeng's blood-curdling screams resounded throughout the arena, shocking everyone present!
"How is this possible!? Sect Leader … The Sect Leader actually … "Wang Lengyan thought that Mo Xuanfeng was going to succeed, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan was actually completely fine!?
Shangguan Ling and Wei Shaoqiu also frowned. They looked at each other with sinister gazes.
On the stage, Mo Xuanfeng's eyes were bloodshot. Enduring the pain, he slapped Ye Fan's head again.
Ye Fan, however, was a step faster. He grabbed that right hand again and squeezed it, crushing his bones into smithereens.
"Sure enough..."
Ye Fan thoughtfully said, "Did you guys use the Plucking Technique? That's why you look ten or twenty years younger than your actual age, right? "
Mo Xuanfeng was sweating profusely, his face was deathly pale, "I … I don't know what you're talking about!
"The Dragon Soul of China should have a clear rule that no technique is allowed. This is the taboo of the ancient martial arts sects, right? Just because your Yin Corpse Sect isn't considered a famous sect, you dare to play like this?" Ye Fan laughed evilly, "Isn't this the same as saying that the Wei Family is hiding it and not reporting it?"
The so-called plucking was to use some special inner force techniques to absorb the essence of men or women into one's body, making one exceptionally young and even increasing one's power.
From a medical point of view, this was similar to some placenta needles. It could make a person look younger in the short term.
But in reality, it didn't have any anti-aging effect on the real lifespan and some of the internal organs.
Since ancient times, there had been some methods of plucking and dual cultivation in China. However, they later discovered that most of these things were evil, so they were listed as taboo.
Of course, there were some people who always believed that the most primitive method of Yin and Yang dual cultivation was definitely beneficial to humans. It was only because of the gradual loss and misrepresentation of history that it became nondescript.
Hearing the two words "Dragon Soul", Mo Xuanfeng's face stiffened, "You … You're talking nonsense! This is my Yin Corpse Sect's cultivation technique, don't you dare slander me!
"Ye Fan smiled evilly and said," As far as I know, most of the sect leaders will carry their sect's most important inner force techniques with them to ensure that they will not be stolen or fall into the hands of outsiders.
You should also have the inner force of your Yin Corpse Sect on you, right? Why don't you let me take a look? "
Hearing this, Mo Xuanfeng became even more anxious. He wanted to struggle free, but he wasn't a match for Ye Fan at all.
He hurriedly pushed his Zhen Qi to the limit. Logically speaking, the Zhen Qi at the initial stage of the Xiantian realm should be able to shatter the earth, but on Ye Fan's body, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, completely useless!
Ye Fan directly kicked off one of Mo Xuanfeng's legs and put him on the ground. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out a small scroll wrapped in brocade cloth from a cloth bag at his waist.
Wang Lengyan and Wei Shaoqiu, who were below the stage, were anxious. They didn't expect Mo Xuanfeng to be so weak. This was completely different from what they had imagined!
Mr. Ye! Peeping at the secret manuals of other sects is a taboo in the martial arts world! "Wang Lengyan shouted and ran up the stage to stop him.
Ye Fan didn't care about him at all and opened the scroll himself, "I'm not in your martial arts world, so I don't care about your taboos …"
Wang Lengyan turned pale with fright. Without caring too much, he got up and sent a flying kick towards Ye Fan's neck.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it. He grabbed with his left hand and grabbed Wang Lengyan's leg. With a swing, he threw this half-step Xiantian guy off the stage.
Seeing that his side was no match for Ye Fan, Wei Shaoqiu gave Shangguan Ling a meaningful glance.
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