Ye Fan arrived at Taiji Tiger Taekwondo Gym. As soon as he appeared, he saw the disciples in the first two rows split up. In the third row, a black belt twisted his neck and strode towards Ye Fan. When he was about six or seven meters away, he suddenly started to accelerate and kicked over.
Ye Fan did not dodge or dodge. He raised his hand and slapped the person away. The person was sent flying and hugged his leg on the ground as he wailed loudly.
He killed a black belt in one move. The red-belt and black-red-belt disciples looked at each other, dumbfounded. What level of combat strength was this? The person they usually regarded as a god was actually killed in one move.
Ye Fan sent one flying, and the other slightly plump one also rushed over. He slashed down twice in a row. Before the third one could come out, Ye Fan slammed forward and used the Iron Mountain Leash of Bajiquan, sending the other party flying.
Ye Fan easily killed two black belts and heard the old man sitting in the middle, Wu La Wu La Si Mi Da, say a lot of things. Ye Fan's head hurt when he heard this and said,"What is this old man from Korea talking about?”
Someone beside the old man said,""My master said that you have some skills. If you don't come here, you'll only be courting death.”
"Courting death? You?" Ye Fan sneered. He pointed around and said,"You guys can attack together. I don't have time to fight with you one by one." As Ye Fan spoke, he threw off his shoes.
Immediately, someone translated these words to the old man. The old man frowned and said something. Then, the disciple beside him waved his hand. The disciples with red belts and red belts surrounded Ye Fan and cut off his escape route.
Ye Fan smiled faintly and said,"Let me make it clear first. Right now, those who are within three meters of me are seriously injured, and those who are within five meters are unconscious." Everyone present, if you want to fight me, I'll give you a bone fracture for free.”
A black belt disciple also came over with a whirlwind kick. Ye Fan didn't even look at him. He raised his leg and kicked the back of his waist. That person was sent flying, and the battle started. Ye Fan did his best. In less than five minutes, there were people lying on the ground moaning in pain. As expected, all of them had broken bones.
"Boring. You're the only one left. Let's see who's going to die.”Ye Fan looked at the old man and raised his fist at him. The old man from Korea did not understand Ye Fan's words. He only shouted and rushed forward. He used his feet to launch an attack. One move, two moves, three moves. On the third move, he had not used all his moves. Ye Fan used a Tai Chi Fist move to change the move. His elbow, wrist, and fingertip were connected in three consecutive moves, hitting the old man's chest. Ye Fan did not use much force in this move, but it was very powerful. The old man was sent flying. The old man lay on the ground. He flipped over and spat out blood.
Ye Fan walked over, lit a cigarette, and took a puff. Slowly squatting down, he looked at the old man and said,""Don't the people here like to challenge the dojo? What do you usually say after the challenge? Oh, right, get out of Binhai City in the future and don't hang up signs again, right?”
The old man could not speak and did not seem to understand Ye Fan's words. Ye Fan casually grabbed the person who knew Korean and said,"Translate it for him!"
The disciple translated Ye Fan's words to the old man in fear. After the old man panted a few times, he could not speak. Ye Fan looked at him and said,"Damn it, can't you guys who practice martial arts wash your feet? This room is full of smelly feet."”Ye Fan looked at the " translator "." Tell him that I'll give him another one. Tell him to get out of China as far as he can. Otherwise, I'll beat him up every time I see him."”
The translator translated the words to the old man with trepidation. The old man fainted before he could finish listening. In fact, Ye Fan's three moves just now had already shaken the old man until he suffered internal injuries. He would not be able to recover without 30 to 40 years. By the time he recovered, he would probably have already entered the coffin.
Ye Fan found two disciples and brought him to Zhu Bajie and Tang Sanzang.
Behind the training ground, there were two large private rooms, both of which had Japanese style sliding doors. Ye Fan pushed open the door under the lead of the two disciples who could still move. The scene in front of him stunned him.
Tang Sanzang was actually holding a knife and shaving someone's hair. That person was wearing a martial arts suit with a red belt. He was obviously from the Taekwondo Gym.
"Who is that person?" Ye Fan asked the disciple who led the way.
" Senior Brother Dafei, he's in charge of watching him…" The two people who were leading the way were also a little confused. They thought to themselves, What's going on?
Ye Fan walked in and saw Tang Sanzang skillfully shaving people's heads with a knife in his hand. When he saw the knife, Ye Fan felt a little scared.
It was actually a f * cking watermelon knife used to cut people!
What was even more shocking was that the person who had his head shaved had a shiny head. If this shaving skill was thrown into the high-end beauty salon in Binhai City, it would definitely be first-class. Especially when the tools were so crude.
"Brother Tang…what are you doing?" Ye Fan was a little confused. He thought to himself, what's going on?
When Tang Sanzang saw that it was Ye Fan who had come, he reached out and snatched the cigarette that was still burning in Ye Fan's hand. Then, he directly tapped the person's shaved head a few times. It hurt just looking at it. However, the guy with the red belt didn't even make a sound. He bowed to the ground and said,""Master, accept this disciple's bow!”
Tang Sanzang nodded in satisfaction and said,""Very good. I will bestow you with the Dharma name Wu Fei. From now on, you must cultivate carefully and never stray into the mud again.”
"As you command, Master." That person prostrated himself respectfully. Ye Fan and the two people leading the way were a little stunned.
Seeing this, Ye Fan finally understood. He thought to himself that he had come early. If he had come three or five days later, this place might have been renamed Golden Mountain Temple. When he rushed in, he would not be greeted by a group of guys in martial arts suits, but a group of big men with shiny heads and draped in curtains and kasayas.
"F * ck, Brother Tang, you're really a waste of talent if you don't do multi-level marketing. It seems that the cops caught you for a reason and didn't wrongly accuse you.”Ye Fan held his forehead helplessly and complained.
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