Chapter 343: Weakness limits your imagination!

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"boom!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves.

Show mercy?

Promise not to kill you?

Hearing these words, the warriors in the field were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe their ears, looking at Ye Fan as if looking at a neurosis.

Are you kidding me? !

It was the first time they saw it, and someone dared to provoke a martial arts master like this!

"a ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Yang Baichuan seemed to have heard some big joke and let out a burst of unbridled laughter, resounding through the audience.

"Huh...what a big tone! Boy, who do you think you are, do you think the **** of war is reincarnated? If you can really kill the old man, then the old man is inferior to humans! Come on-fight!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Baichuan had a wind at his feet and attacked Ye Fan.

His footwork is very unique, moving clouds and flowing water, hovering left and right, footsteps light and heavy, sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes as thick as a mountain, and his body shape is leaning together, giving people a feeling of Feng Xu Yufeng!

It walks like a dragon, moves like a monkey, changes its momentum like an eagle, and it also implies the number of two rites.

Tai Chi is easy to have, and it is the life of two yi!

In ancient Chinese philosophy, Liangyi refers to heaven and earth or yin and yang, which was later extended to martial arts. Movement is yang and static is yin, collectively referred to as movement and static.

When seeing Yang Baichuan's footwork, someone next to him immediately exclaimed:

"Yang Zhenren deserves to be a master of the generation, and he has actually practiced the two steps of Yang's Tai Chi to the highest level of the realm of'Royal Wind'!"

"It is said that this kind of realm, throughout the entire Huaxia Taichi, few people have reached it! I am afraid that it will not be long before Brother Baichuan will be able to compete with Yang Luchan, the founder of Yang Tai Chi!"

"Hehe... Now that arrogant boy, I guess he won't be able to laugh! At most ten moves, Master Yang can kill him!"

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All the warriors focused their attention on Yang Baichuan, their eyes widened without blinking, for fear of missing any subtle movements.

For them, it is a great opportunity to be able to watch the powerful masters up close, and if they can learn something from it, it may help to break through the bottleneck.

At this moment, Yang Baichuan's offensive finally reached Ye Fan's.

I saw him swept towards Ye Fan's door with the vastness of his hand, carrying the might of devouring the world.

The other hand burst like fire, like a punishment from the supreme **** who burns the sky and destroys the world, bombarding Ye Fan's lower abdomen.

In both hands, yin and yang complement each other, soft and rigid.

What is more shocking is that with Yang Baichuan's moves, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the field.

"Stab!" "Stab!"

In mid-air, the sound of sonic boom is endless.

The turbulent internal energy agitated from Yang Baichuan's hands.

A group of warriors even had an illusion, as if everything in the heavens and the earth disappeared,

First, he was exposed to the huge waves. The huge waves are like the Yangtze River bursting a dyke, and the **** discharges floods. It is more terrifying than the sharpest weapon in the world, and it is invincible.

Immediately afterwards, a hot breath came, and the scene changed drastically, the raging fire spread, and even the air was burnt and twisted!

Half sea, half flame!

This contradictory thing is perfectly integrated at this moment, intertwining the power to destroy the world.

...

"hiss!"

Even though they were separated by a certain distance, everyone could still feel the horror of the two heavens. They couldn't help but **** in a breath of cold air, and the whole body was shaken, as if by a fixation technique, unable to move.

As a generation of Tai Chi master, Yang Baichuan controls Yin and Yang at this moment, as if pushing Haoyue and Sun at the same time, pressing towards Ye Fan, and the surrounding space seems to be shattered.

The majesty of the master, terrible!

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan didn't get angry and laughed, shouting: "Hahaha...good come!"

Immediately afterwards, his aura changed, his eyes shot at the cold star, the majesty of gazing at the world and disdainful of the common people came out, the whole person's spirit, like a sheathed divine sword, was unstoppable.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Fan did not evade, pulled his horse stance, and slammed his right hand to the back of his waist, his whole body taut, like a big bow ready to go.

The muscles of his whole body are stretched, showing a dazzling golden light, which can compete with the sun above the nine heavens. It is the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

If someone has a see-through eye, they will find that the bones in his body are clear and transparent, dust-free, and like white jade.

Cangtian Tyrant's second weight-golden muscle and jade bone!

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's right fist shot out like a sharp arrow, tearing through the sky and heading towards Yang Baichuan's hands.

The power of a punch is extremely overbearing, the situation changes color, and the sky is broken.

...

Suddenly, Yang Baichuan felt a huge shock in his heart, his whole body erected, and he felt an unprecedented crisis.

He subconsciously retracted his hands, protected his chest, carried the power of water and fire, and pressed towards Ye Fan again.

"Peng!"

Fists intersected, and a deafening sound resounded through the audience, like thunder in nine days.

At this moment, Ye Fan immediately mobilized his inner strength, the power of the four spirits merged and intertwined, and the power rose geometrically, exploding in his fist.

"Boom!"

Ten will drop in one effort!

From the avenue to the Jane, in front of absolute power, any fancy moves are useless.

Ye Fan's current strength is comparable to that of the Master of the Profound Realm, how can it be compared to Yang Baichuan, who has just entered the Yellow Realm?

No matter what you change, I will break it by myself!

This unfancy punch, with a force of destruction, forced Yang Baichuan to retreat seventeen or eight steps, until he leaned against the wall of the banquet hall and barely stood firm.

Looking into the distance, I saw Yang Baichuan's right hand, under Ye Fan's fist, it exploded every inch, and the bones were thick, not much better than his disciple Song Qingyun.

"Puff!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Baichuan spit out a big mouthful of red blood, dyed his robe red, his face was pale, his face was hideous, as if he was suffering from great pain, and he was incomparably embarrassed. .

On the other hand, Ye Fan still had a light cloud on his face, and the bottom plate was steady as a rock, motionless, unrelenting, and even the corners of his clothes did not become messy.

Which one is stronger and weaker, you can see at a glance!

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For a while, there was no sound in the field, and the mouths of the people onlookers opened wide, their pupils contracted, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Just one punch, defeated the martial arts master Yang Baichuan?

How is this possible?

Even if they are both master masters, I am afraid that it is impossible to understate and defeat Yang Baichuan!

You know, Yang Baichuan is a long-established mastermind. He is old enough to be Ye Fan's grandfather and has been practicing martial arts for decades. He is the leader of Yang's Tai Chi.

And Ye Fan, who is less than twenty, even if he started to cultivate in his mother's womb, he couldn't have such a vigorous inner strength!

But the scene happening now makes them have to believe that there really are martial arts geniuses in this world.

On the other side, Yang Baichuan was half leaning against the wall, panting heavily, his waistcoat was already soaked in cold sweat, his face was full of horror, and he looked like he had lingering fears.

Facing Ye Fan's punch just now, he even had a feeling, as if he was transformed into a tiny ant, looking up at the supreme **** in the dust, he had no possibility of resistance at all!

Ye Fan's strength is enough to suppress everything, as long as he moves his fingers, he can easily be crushed to death.

"Illusion! This must be an illusion!"

Although Yang Baichuan said so in his heart, Ye Fan's terrifying strength is beyond doubt.

At this time, Yang Baichuan pointed Ye Fan with his slightly injured left finger, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth:

"Boy, you--how could you be so strong? The power just now far exceeds the realm of the grandmaster!"

As soon as he said this, everyone around him changed their colors, and their faces showed incredible expressions.

A young master who is under twenty years old!

If this news spreads out, I am afraid it will shock the entire Chinese martial arts world.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, Ye Fan jokingly smiled, his expression indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing, and said:

"I have said before, you are just a group of frogs at the bottom of the well! Weakness limits your imagination! How can a weak existence like you guess my realm?"