Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and nodded without asking much.

Soon, the two arrived at the front yard.

Ye Fan's appearance also alarmed the entire Wufu.

"Ye Fan! Are you really back!?"

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu couldn't believe it and ran over.

The two girls ran to Ye Fan, but they didn't dare to get too close. The joy in their eyes was beyond words.

"What do you mean by this?

Did I say I won’t come back?”

Ye Fan enjoys talking.

"Oh! Lord Sword God! Wu Hengtong pays homage to the Sword God!!"

Mr. Wu ran over and rushed to kneel down to Ye Fan.

Even Wu Aofeng changed his previous arrogance and knelt behind him tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

"Yin Zheng! Xiaoshu! Why don't you kneel down to the Sword God quickly!?"

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu's faces changed slightly, and they silently planned to kneel down.

"Are you sure... you really want to kneel down?"

Ye Fan asked.

The two girls were stunned and looked at Ye Fan with their own charming faces, their faces changed.

After a while, Han Yinzheng stood up straight and said, "I won't kneel. Even if you are the sword god, isn't you the Ye Fan I know?"

"If it weren't for me, you might not have been able to come to Fitz! How could you have the chance to fight against the Emperor of Destiny?"

Wu Yanshu also plucked up the courage to say: "I am the great sage recognized by the Fitz Institute. I only respect scientific truths. Even the judge and the creator have nothing to do with me."

"You two children! It's really..." Wu Hengtong was anxious, "Don't blame me, Lord Sword God, it's all my fault, I spoiled them!"

Ye Fan smiled, "Of course I won't blame them. If you like to kneel down, just kneel down."

"ah?"

Wu Hengtong was confused.

Wu Yanshu and Han Yinzheng subconsciously covered their hearts. God knows how much courage they have to withstand the pressure! When they think of this man's current status, they can't believe that they can meet him at this family! However, they know very well that if they really kneel down... then, they will really be impossible.

"Butler Wu!"

Qing Junfang shouted at this time and pointed directly at the butler Wu Ting! Wu Ting knelt behind Wu Hengtong at this time, and was shouted, trembling with fear! "Call... call me?"

Wu Ting raised his head carefully.

"Do you remember what you said?"

Qingjun asked side by side.

Wu Ting frowned. If it weren't for Ye Fan's sake, he would have wished he would have repaired Qingjun's side now! How dare the undead person talk to him like this?

"What's the matter?"

"You said that if you lose to me, you will sleep in the horse shed and your room, stay for me."

Wu Ting was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, "I said, why... you want to fight me?"

"Yes, I've been practicing for two months and want to have a formal fight with you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, bursts of sneering were heard on the spot.

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu also looked at Qingjun in surprise.

This young undead man has been rumored in his mansion recently that he wanted to practice martial arts and was crazy.

One of them is doing funny movements, not eating or sleeping, just like being crazy.

If he hadn't been considered a Silver Fox person, someone would have been dealing with him and putting him in the backyard of someone else's house to commit crimes?

But no one expected that Qingjunfang was so "crazy"!?

In two months, I want to challenge Wu Ting of Baiyinjiu?

If you have a brain, you won’t have any brains at all! “Haha… Lord Sword God, this young man is a little anxious, and the villain is afraid of hurting him, why don’t you persuade him?”

Wu Ting smiled flatteringly and did not take Qing Junban seriously at all, just for fear of offending Ye Fan.

"No, since he said he wanted to challenge, you can just take action and kill him. I won't blame you."

Ye Fan is very straightforward.

"A Qing! Don't be impulsive! Grandpa Wuting has been in the silver nine for many years, and his combat skills are no different from gold!"

Wu Yanshu hurriedly dissuaded him.

Qing Junfang shook his head, "I have decided."

After saying this, Wu Ting naturally would not endure it anymore.

He disliked this "inferior" race the most. Such a dirty and ugly guy would be better if he died! "Wu Ting, don't really beat him to death." Wu Hengtong warned his eyes.

"Master... I have a sense of responsibility." Wu Ting was a little unhappy, but had to respond.

The two stood on the martial arts performance venue of the martial arts family.

The onlookers were all the guards and servants of the Wu family. Everyone pointed and laughed at Qing Junban for being overestimated.

He even started to secretly start a gambling game, seeing that the inner Qingjun was beaten down after a few moves.

"Young man, you don't want to sleep in the horse hut. You can tell me that it's not difficult for me to change your servant's room."

"Why do you have to do this and let yourself suffer?"

Wu Ting said with a hypocritical smile.

Qing Jun put on a very amateur starting move, "Come on!"

Wu Ting disdained, "I am an elder, let you take action first."

Qing Junfang was not polite, and his eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at Wu Ting.

The next second, he moved! "Cough!"

Qing Junfang directly drew a shadow, and his body was like a cannonball, and he rushed straight to Wuting! "So fast!"

Several guards couldn't help but shout out.

Wu Ting was slightly surprised, but still not panic. After all, he had the power of Silver Nine Chaos, so he could just protect himself! No matter how strong the body of the undead was, he could not break the defense! "Boom!!"——" Without waiting for Wu Ting to think too much, Qing Junfang's fist directly detonated his body-protecting energy! The violent power forced the chaotic power of protecting the body to sink in! Wu Ting was penetrated by the power of this punch, and his abdomen was crushed as if he was crushed! "Ao!" Wu Ting squirted a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards, rolling out more than ten meters! Look at Qing Junfang again, standing in place, although his hands were a little broken... but it was just broken! Silently! "Ye Fan, this... what you taught him?"

Wu Yanshu couldn't help asking.

"How could it be? You have no cultivation at all. Can you really achieve this level by relying on your physical body?"

Han Yinzheng was amazed.

To be honest, Ye Fan was also a little surprised.

If it is purely based on the body, it is theoretically impossible to cause such damage.

Unless... it is the power of "artistic conception".

Artistic conception is not cultivation. Even if the undead cannot cultivate the power of chaos, he can still master the artistic conception.

If Ye Fan remembers correctly, he has a deep relationship with the Demon Dragon Emperor, Long Wu in the sword god's ring... is that kind of person.

Pure humans, use martial arts to enter the Tao.

In fact, it is not much different from Qing Junban now.

"Is this kid really a genius?"

Ye Fan murmured to himself.

The people of the Wu family already doubted life, and the guards forgot to help Wu Ting in a coma.

The young undead who once ridiculed the world transformed into a transformation, refreshing everyone's cognition, and making them feel ashamed of their ignorance! Just now, everyone found out... Qingjun was crying?

"Mother..." Qingjun looked up at the sky with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!