Within one punch, I am invincible

Ye Fan and Mu Bing walked out of the damaged house one after another. Their expressions were as normal, and they could not see anything wrong at all, as if there was no fierce battle just now, and they were just relaxing for a while.

The people watching the battle all breathed a sigh of relief, as neither of them were seriously injured due to the dust and fog. Although the two of them did not appear to be excited after the victory or defeat, everyone could almost see at a glance that Ye Fan still won this battle.

Because he was still holding the purple wooden box in his hand, it had not been taught to Mu Bing.

Ye Fan returned to the main street.

At this time, he was surprised to find that the entire main street, which was seven or eight miles long and led directly to the south gate of Luyang City, was tens of feet wide and empty, with almost no trace of people. All the people who were bustling about shopping and selling stalls disappeared at some point.

This strange feeling is as if Luyang City is empty.

On this long street, there are only a dozen or so late-stage warrior masters standing here and there, all of them are the top people in Luyang Mansion.

However, looking at both sides of the main street, all the restaurants, large and small, attic corridors, tea shops, shops, walls of houses, and low trees along the street were almost crowded with people watching the battle, no less than tens of thousands of them.

Those members of the eight major families of Luyang Mansion have already occupied a favorable viewing position at the top of the restaurant with the widest view.

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

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

"Only in a one-on-one fair fight can we defeat seven or eight people! If everyone rushes forward regardless of their status, he won't be able to hold it back even if he has seven heads and six arms."

"Ye Fan was originally the most likely to get this wooden box. The premise is that he had enough strategies. But he chose to show off and was the first to get the wooden box, becoming everyone's target! I am not optimistic about him!"

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

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"Ye Fan, although you can easily defeat me and Yu'er! But there are dozens of top masters in the later stages of martial arts behind you, and everyone is different. You are only one person, so you have to be more careful!"

Mu Bing said seriously.

 "Know!"

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

He didn't walk fast.

But there are many challengers on this short street. Soon, Ye Fan met the next challenger, the business genius Sun Zaoli.

"Brother Ye, although I know I am outmatched, I still want to teach you a trick!"

Sun Zaoli cupped his hands and said respectfully.

Ye Fan nodded.

Sun Zaoli turned over his hands, took out a killing stick, and suddenly rushed towards Ye Fan. He was a little nervous. He raised the long stick in his hand, and a majestic shadow of the stick shot out in mid-air, falling from the sky and covering Ye Fan.

Ye Fan just watched calmly, waiting until Sun Zaoli rushed closer.

He took a step forward and punched.

This punch passed through the dense stick shadows impartially and hit Sun Zaoli's chest.

 "boom!"

Sun Zaoli felt a pain in his chest and flew several feet backwards. He reluctantly got up and looked at Mark with shock and confusion, "Why is this happening?"

"The "Slaying Mighty Stick Technique" you practice is too majestic and fancy on the outside, and is only suitable for dealing with opponents lower than you. But for stronger people, the distance between the stick techniques is too large, as big as my fist. You can wear them all!"

Ye Fan walked past Sun Zaoli and said calmly.

On the street, the next challenge came. Feng Shuang, who was on the eighth level of the warrior stage, drew his sword and pointed it at Ye Fan. Seeing Sun Zaoli fall to the ground with his own eyes, a look of high vigilance appeared on his face.

"Brother Ye, please give me some advice!"

After saying that, he quickly attacked with his sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked it.

 "boom!"

Feng Shuang was kicked several feet away and fell to the ground like Sun Zaoli.

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

"Ye Fan, please enlighten me!"

Lin Danxin's jade hand holding the sword trembled slightly. She had no confidence at all to fight against Ye Fan, because she couldn't understand how Ye Fan defeated Sun Zaoli, Feng Shuang and others.

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

 boom!

Lin Dan was in a trance and had not yet made a move. His eyes blurred, and he felt a heavy blow on his wrist. There was an unbearable pain, and he saw that the sword had flown out of his hand.

Her beauty turned pale, and she staggered aside, not daring to block Mark's way again.

"Go back and refine the medicine!"

Ye Fan retracted his legs and continued walking to the south gate of the city.

 "boom!"

The sixth challenger hunched over and slowly fell down unwillingly.

"Bang, boom~!"

The seventh challenger was knocked away by a heavy blow to his leg, causing the awning on the street to collapse.

 "boom!"

The eighth challenger fell.

On the entire long main street, tens of thousands of spectators were immersed in dead silence, except for the occasional sound of deep intake of air.

These challengers all fought with Ye Fan head-on, and were knocked down by a punch or a kick.

They can't stop them at all.

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

Even those rich people who were standing high up in the restaurant, who were still sarcastic, closed their mouths, stared at the street, and watched the battle seriously.

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

There is a small street tea shop here that can accommodate more than ten people sitting and drinking tea. However, there was only one tea guest at this time.

Jiang Youxi drank the last sip of the light-scented tea, put down the cup, walked to the middle of the street, and said with some annoyance: "Ye Fan, this is not very interesting for you! We are all classmates after all, so you just use a word to them." Moves, and they are all three basic skills, how shameless! At least use your elementary martial arts! In this way, you use "Flash Technique" to deal with me, even if I lose, you will still have some face. Oops."

Ye Fan took a step forward and his figure flashed.

"Poof!"

Jiang Youxi was shocked to find that Ye Fan was already next to her. He was punched in the stomach and spit out a large mouthful of tea. He curled up and hugged his stomach, squatting on the ground in pain.

Anyway, let me finish what I said!

Jiang Youxi wanted to curse loudly, but her stomach hurt so much that she couldn't even curse.

"You still can't change this problem, you're talking so much nonsense! As you wish, I just used the "Flash Step Technique" once, plus a punch!"

Ye Fan retracted his fist and walked past Jiang Youxi.

Three miles from the south gate of the city, we stopped.

Because ahead, most of the remaining students from the Luyang Mansion who were trying to fight for the purple wooden box, about twenty late-stage warrior masters, were waiting in the last three miles before they were about to rush to the south gate of the city.

All the people in the government looked at him with complicated eyes. Amid admiration, there is also a little fear and jealousy, or perhaps jealousy.

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

As long as you take the purple wooden box and take one step out of the south gate of the city, you will win.

The people in the government seemed to be hesitating whether to come together.

On weekdays, they are also respectable senior brothers and sisters in Luyang Mansion, and they are followed by a group of younger brothers and followers. The battle between them at this level has always been one-on-one, there is no such thing as multiple people fighting against one person.

In front of all the residents of Luyang City, they, the masters of late-stage martial arts, beat up a person together. This was a very shameful move. It means that they admit that they are not good enough on their own and need a group of people to have a chance.

But if they don't go together, they don't feel that they can beat Ye Fan one-on-one. Even if it is a wheel-to-wheel battle, one-on-one may not have the chance to win.

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

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

"My basic boxing skills are at the tenth realm of gods. Within one punch, I am invincible!"

"My basic kick skills are also at the tenth level of God. Within one leg, I am invincible! The three basic martial arts are at the God level."

"I am a ninth-level warrior at the pinnacle! Your cultivation level is definitely not higher than mine, and your martial arts level is not as good as mine. One-on-one, you are no match for me!"

"Let's go together!"

Ye Fan finished.

He glanced at the more than twenty late-stage warrior masters in front of him, and counted them silently in his mind, only to find that two people were missing—Zhao Feiyang and Ao Lie.

He couldn't help but look farther away.

I saw a stern young man, Wu Zheng, standing there in a cold and solemn manner at the highest point on the wall of the south gate of the city, with a sword across his waist and a pair of powerful nine-stone divine arm bows in his hands, looking coldly at the people below.

The nine-stone divine arm bow in Zhao Feiyang's hand could shoot explosive arrows at any time to kill.

"Zhao Feiyang!"

Ye Fan silently recited a name in his heart.

Zhao Feiyang is much stronger than before. Both in terms of momentum and confidence, he has reached the peak of the late warrior. Occupying the highest point, it was obvious that he wanted to control the whole place.

But there is still one person missing.

His eyes swept under the city gate, at the narrow gate passage that was dozens of feet long. Inside, a pair of cold, blood-red wolf eyes were showing a faint murderous aura.

"It turns out that Ao Lie is waiting here!"

Ye Fan said silently in his heart.

That is the exit of the south gate of Luyang City, the last step to success. Ao Lie practiced hard in the mountains for two years and went through countless fights with ferocious beasts, the most dangerous of which were.

And choose the narrowest exit passage of the city gate. This is a battle of encounters on a narrow road.

Ye Fan found the two of them, turned around, looked at the more than twenty martial arts masters in front of him, and said softly, "What? Have you thought about it?"

"It seems that we alone can't defeat you. Since Brother Ye wants us to come together, then we are welcome! Brothers and sisters, there is only one wooden box, let's work together to defeat Ye Fan first!"

Wang Lie, who was strong and mighty, stood up, holding a heavy sword, and shouted in a deep voice.

He was also one of the ten members of the former genius class. He was a child of the Wang family and ranked highly in the assessments of several departments. Compared with others, he is not a genius. His qualifications in all aspects are relatively balanced. There is nothing particularly outstanding, but he also has no particular flaws.