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Yuan Tong has a kind of family demeanor in every gesture, every move is natural, as if he is integrated with nature.

Seeing Yuan Tong's performance, Ye Fan nodded slightly. This young man is indeed very good. Every move has a natural flow of Dao rhyme. Obviously, not only his cultivation is advanced, but he also has a lot of understanding of the nature of the world.

"bring it on!"

Ye Fan nodded to indicate that Yuan Tong could make a move.

All the disciples in the audience suddenly became angry. Yuan Tong can definitely be said to be the strongest group of Tianjiao experts in the city.

But Ye Fan's unsalty tone still made them feel insulted.

Yuan Tong was not angry, and smiled slightly: "If that's the case, then I'll make a move first."

This Yuan Tong has a good heart, and he directly attacked Ye Fan without pretentiousness.

Yuan Tong's hands were fast, and his palms flew up and down, turning into countless afterimages, forming a wall to envelop Ye Fan in it.

"good."

Ye Fan nodded again. He felt that this young man was really good, but unfortunately he came to crush today, and there was no such thing as holding hands to encourage the younger generation.

Facing the overwhelming palm shadows, Ye Fan raised his right hand and began to dangle in the air.

For a moment, the shadows of palms on the ring criss-crossed, and Ye Fan blocked Yuan Tong's two hands with one hand without any difference, perfectly canceling out all the offensives without hurting Yuan Tong at all.

Yuan Tong was startled, it was the first time he had encountered such a powerful opponent, and the oppressive feeling given to him by the opponent was no less than that of the master of Yuhua Sect.

"Big Chiba hand!"

Yuan Tong continued to attack. This time, the palm prints flying all over the sky instantly turned into slowly falling leaves. The speed of these leaves varies from fast to slow, and each one is different.

The strength of this move is that the attack rhythm of each palm is different. If you want to take it forcefully, the opponent's attack rhythm will be quickly disrupted, thus revealing flaws.

Chapter 110 Five I want to hit ten!

"Big Chiba hand!"

Leaves were flying on the stage, Ye Fan still took all the attacks calmly.

Yuan Tong was shocked, this skill alone might surpass him in strength, when did such a young master appear in the Fairy Continent?

Everyone in the audience was also shocked. None of the disciples present could guarantee to take all of Daqianye's hands just now. Not only did Ye Fan easily take all the attacks, but he also had the spare power to control his strength so as not to hurt Yuantong at all. It's terrible.

"Flying Immortal Technique!"

Yuan Tong used his strongest method. He had already seen that the opponent did not use all his strength. If the next move still failed to defeat the opponent, I am afraid he would have to admit defeat.

Seeing that Yuantong actually used the Feixian technique, the clan leaders of all clans were also quite surprised. They all knew that this Feixianshu was the secret skill of Yuhua Xianmen, and it could deal a double blow to the soul and the body. It's easy for the primordial spirit to be beheaded, and it's hard to guard against.

Ye Fan's face was calm, he saw through the principle of Feixianjutsu at a glance, and then simulated a similar attack. On the one hand, he gathered his consciousness to attack Yuan Tong, and on the other hand, he patted his palms to welcome the rushing Yuan Tong.

Yuan Tong didn't notice at all that Ye Fan had analyzed his tricks and had already made a countermeasure. Seeing Ye Fan still raised his hand slowly, Yuan Tong was secretly happy, and the power of the soul released was even stronger. A little stronger.

But then his complexion changed drastically. He clearly felt the power of the primordial spirit rushing towards him as vast as the sea, and the attack of the primordial spirit of Feixianshu collapsed instantly. Yuan Tong collided together.

"puff!"

The blood from Yuan Tong's mouth spurted wildly and flew out, and fell at the feet of the Yuhua Sect Master.

"Children!"

The master of Yuhua was shocked when he saw that Yuan Tong was seriously injured, and hurriedly took out the holy medicine to stabilize the injury for the disciple.

The rest of the patriarch and disciples were also shocked when they saw it. They knew exactly how strong Yuantong was, and they were seriously injured by Dacheng just like that?

They have a sense of unreality.

"Fellow daoists are too vicious to attack, but why are you so vicious in a competition?"

A family elder sternly asked, if his disciple's serious injury affects his future practice, it will be troublesome.

"Hehe, what are you talking about? I didn't expect this disciple to be so weak. You all saw it. Ye Mou just pushed him lightly, but he flew out by himself. You have seriously injured yourself, and Ye Mou wants to ask if you are acting to blackmail Ye Mou!"

What Ye Fan said was very innocent, the patriarch almost exploded in anger, this is too arrogant!

The melon-eating people below were also unclear, so they saw Ye Fan pat Yuan Tong lightly and the other party flew upside down, and they didn't understand what happened.

At this moment, many of Tianjiao's disciples looked ugly. What the other party said was overbearing, but they couldn't refute it. Even Yuan Tong was defeated so thoroughly. They went up to deliver food to others.

"Okay, okay, I haven't seen such a young genius for a long time, I wonder if the old man can do a few tricks with fellow Taoists?"

An old man with half of his body petrified sneered, his family never cared about face, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with the elders taking action against the younger ones.

"Hehe, of course, but are you a genius? A mediocre person is not qualified to fight against Ye." Ye Fan laughed.

In the eyes of the petrified old man, this smile was mocking him: "Hehe, you will know if you are a genius if you try it?"

After all, the old man stepped onto the ring.

But Ye Fan obviously didn't want to spend too much time with this old guy. This kind of old man doesn't have much luck, and his goal is still many talented teenagers and patriarchs of various clans.

boom!

The moment the old man took the stage, Ye Fan stepped forward and punched him upside down.

Before everyone could react, the petrified old man fell to the ground, spitting blood.

"Hehe, it's really shameless to come out to pretend to be tender at a lot of age." Ye Fan taunted ruthlessly.