Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 106 Black Magnetic Bead

Ye Mao felt that this old woman with golden teeth really deserved a beating, and she would never forget to despise her to the death.

What's the matter with the hairy boy, you are very old, very old, but it's a pity that you all lived on the dog.

Ye Mao shook his head, took down the "Flowing Water Sword Intention" on the wall, and just rolled it up when he heard a voice.

"This painting is mine, and the 'Thousand Absolute Cold Mist' you took away is also mine, hand them all over."

Ye Mao turned his head to look, and saw Han Fan coming out from behind the collapsed wall, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile, as if he was destined for him.

"What if I don't pay?" Ye Mao said coldly.

"I, Han Fan, rank fifth on the list of outer sects in the Yunshui Treasure Pavilion. Leapfrog challenges are commonplace. If it weren't for your comprehension of the 'Ice Mysteries', I would have killed you with a single sword."

Han Fan smiled proudly, and continued: "Boy, give me what you get, kneel at my feet, and swear allegiance. I may consider taking you as a slave. If you follow me, you will be extraordinary in the future."

Ye Mao curled his lips, and said: "In the small sect of Yunshuibao Pavilion, you only became a mere fifth. You are simply a waste. You have lost the face of your ancestors. Idiots like you Trash."

Han Fan's expression darkened. This was the first time someone called him a waste since he was born.

There are more than 1000 disciples in the outer door of Yunshui Treasure Pavilion, ranking fifth among the more than 1000 disciples. If this is considered waste, then the outer door of Yunshui Treasure Pavilion is full of waste.

You, a native of a small country town, are you qualified to say such things?

It's only fifth place, how fierce the competition among sects is, do you understand, do you know.

"What? Look at you, you are very unconvinced." Ye Mao put his hands behind his back and looked at Han Fan, "Yunshui Treasure Pavilion is just a mere low-level force, let's not talk about super-first-rate, first-rate, or second-rate forces. As for you, if you go to third-rate forces, they probably won’t want you.”

Han Fan was shocked, as if he had been hit hard.

In his early years, he participated in the entrance examination of the third-rate sect, but he was screened out by others. Later, he had to settle for the next best thing and entered the Yunshui Pavilion.

This has always been the thing he is most unwilling to do.

Han Fan said coldly: "What about you, just like you, let alone a third-rate sect, even if it is the Yunshui Pavilion, you probably won't be able to get in."

"My master's ability is beyond your imagination. Not to mention the scumbag sect of Yunshuibao Pavilion, even if a super-class sect invites me, I won't take it seriously." Ye Mao said calmly.

If you are still a scumbag, you are the scumbag, and your whole family is a scumbag.

This bastard is a complete madman, and even a super-class sect invited you, who do you think you are, you are just a little soil turtle in a small country town.

He finally understood, how could such a madman be his slave.

"I'll just say a word, if you don't hand over the things, you will die." Han Fan said coldly.

"My Ye Mao practice is that if someone kills me, I will pay back a thousand times. Don't think that I dare not kill you because you are a disciple of Yunshui Treasure Pavilion."

"I, Han Fan, walk outside because of my tyrannical strength, not because of my reputation in the Yunshui Treasure Pavilion."

"Despite the reputation of Yunshuibao Pavilion, you are a weak chicken. It is as easy to crush you as to crush an ant." Ye Mao pouted.

"If I can't kill you with one move, my surname is not Han." Han Fan suppressed the anger in his heart, mobilized his strength, and unleashed the "Little Bingling Fist" directly towards Ye Mao.

At this time, two men appeared not far away. They were both from the Fang family of Floating Cloud City. When they saw Han Fan attacking Ye Mao, they stopped immediately.

"The 'Little Bingling Fist' practiced by Han Fan is a low-grade martial skill of the spiritual rank, known as the first martial skill of the outer school of the Yunshui Treasure Pavilion. He has already half-stepped into the Wufu realm, and his strength is extremely powerful."

"That's right, Ye Mao has just broken through to the eighth level of Martial Mansion Realm, which is too far away from Han Fan. As long as Han Fan kills him with one move, Ye Mao will surely die."

"Does it even need to be said?"

The two were overjoyed.

At this time, Han Fan's fist had already reached Ye Mao.

Ye Mao put away the Canglang Sword, pushed it out with one palm, and instantly collided with Han Fan's fist, there was a loud "boom", Ye Mao "peddled" back a few steps, but Han Fan did not take a step back.

Han Fan's complexion changed, Ye Mao's palm was thick and strong, and it was only slightly weaker than his fist. This kid is only at the eighth level of Wulun Realm, how could he have such tyrannical strength.

"From this moment on, your surname is no longer Han!" Ye Mao said.

Han Fan couldn't kill Ye Mao with one blow, and he was already very angry, but this sentence added fuel to the fire, causing Han Fan's killing intent to soar in an instant.

With a figure like the wind, he rushed in front of Ye Mao, attacking with both fists one after another, a set of "Little Bingling Fist" opened wide and closed wide, unparalleled in both vertical and horizontal directions, forcing Ye Mao to retreat step by step.

"Death to me!"

In an instant, Han Fan blasted eighteen punches at Ye Mao's chest in a row. The wind of the fists roared, and the killing intent was like a sea, which had the potential to blow Ye Mao's heart.

Ye Mao didn't say a word, and waved his palm repeatedly, "Boom..." He touched the ground eighteen times in a row, and every time he touched it, he took a step back and left deep footprints on the stone ground.

When the No.18 punch was over, Ye Mao was forced to retreat from the collapsed stone wall into the corridor.

Han Fan followed closely and pushed his "Ling Han Kung Fu" to the extreme, with another eighteen punches, the punches were so fierce that even his fists exuded a cold air, which made the temperature here drop a lot.

"Boom bang bang..."

Ye Mao kept backing away.

Han Fan's momentum was accumulated to the extreme, and he suddenly took out a walnut-sized black bead and held it in the palm of his hand. Immediately, the Ling Han power in his body was released, forming sharp ice spikes in front of each finger, causing a radius of ten feet. The temperature dropped sharply and became as cold as in an ice cellar.

"That's a low-grade treasure—the black magnetic bead, the only treasure that can be used on the ninth floor of the Wulun Realm, which can make the monks of the Wulun Realm unleash their true strength."

"Mr. Han's punch is really powerful. Although it is with the help of a treasure, this blow already has a bit of heat for a monk in the Wufu realm."

"No matter what Ye Mao's ability is, with this move, he will definitely die!"

The Fang family children jumped up excitedly.

"If you don't believe me this time, you're still alive!"

Han Fan also laughed. This punch, which condensed all of his strength, quickly hit Ye Mao.

A majestic aura suddenly erupted from Ye Mao's body, and he slapped it with all his strength, the power of the palm increased fifteen times, and nine palm shadows were brought out.

At this moment, four of the nine illusory palm shadows have become real, attacking Han Fan together with Ye Mao's fleshy palm, and their momentum is no weaker than Han Fan's.

"boom!"

Ye Mao blocked Han Fan's punch with his palm, but Han Fan used a low-grade weapon, the punch was slightly stronger than him, and he was forced to take a few steps back.

There was even a ray of Ling Han's true power that penetrated into his body.

But the imprint of snowflakes in the sea of ​​consciousness immediately emitted a ray of light, disappearing that Ling Han's true power into nothing.

Ye Mao's four palm prints all fell on Han Fan's body, one of which contained a ray of "Thousand Absolute Cold Mist", forcing Han Fan to use all his strength to suppress it immediately.

The remaining three palm prints fell on several vital points, causing Han Fan's immediate death.

The two Fang family children couldn't help being dumbfounded, watching Han Fan collapse in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)