6: C6 Does It Hurt

C6 Does It Hurt

Zhong Lei was in a very bad mood, and he almost won the match just now. If it wasn't for the movement technique that he had just started practicing, he wouldn't have lost.

Now, he had to continue cultivating movement techniques.

When he came here and saw Yang Fan, he didn't even think about making the former move aside.

However, Yang Fan's reply angered him.

"Yang Fan, don't think you can put on airs in front of me just because you call me senior brother. Get out of here. Today, I'm not in the mood to play with a trash like you!" Zhong Lei said coldly, his face full of disdain.

Zhong Lei's voice was not soft, and it immediately attracted many people's attention.

Hearing Zhong Lei's words, everyone laughed. Originally, the disciples of the Qianyuan Sect were supposed to be the senior brothers and junior brothers, and that was decided by the time they entered the sect.

However, in this world where strength was respected, after a long period of time, this rule had become a decoration.

Yang Fan was about to enter the sect for three years. Almost all of them had to call him senior brother. Usually, everyone would call him senior brother with a mocking tone.

Now, Zhong Lei was obviously in a bad mood. But Yang Fan did not know what was good for him, and even took up the cultivation area of his movement technique. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

Yang Fan looked at Zhong Lei and said with a faint smile, "You should understand the principle of first come first serve, right?"

"I'll count down to three. If you don't get lost for me, I'll let you crawl out of Martial Arts Practice Field today!" Zhong Lei obviously didn't want to waste any more time talking nonsense with Yang Fan, so he said in a cold tone.

Yang Fan stood where he was, and didn't move at all because of these words.

"Three."

"Two."

Zhong Lei had already raised two of his fingers. True Qi started fluctuating from his body, and the cold glint in his eyes became more and more intense.

The disciples watching the show had mocking expressions on their faces. Yang Fan should be riding a tiger and riding a tiger right now. If he left, he would lose all his face, and he would appear cowardly and cowardly.

If he didn't leave, he would really suffer.

"One!"

Zhong Lei raised his third finger and snorted coldly. His body shot out like a venomous snake, making it hard for one to grasp his trajectory.

This was clearly a beginner level movement technique, moreover, it was used at full strength.

Since Yang Fan did not know what was good for him, then there was no need for him to be lenient!

Yang Fan still stood there, unmoving, as if he did not know how to block Zhong Lei's attack, so he gave up.

This made the spectators who were watching the show have mocking looks in their eyes.

Swoosh!

Zhong Lei appeared on Yang Fan's left and threw a punch.

All the power of the third level of Body Refining was concentrated on this punch!

At this time, Yang Fan finally moved. His right hand reached to the left, and his palm had a jade-like luster circulating around it.

Pah!

The palm blocked the fist. The people who were waiting for Yang Fan to fall were shocked.

Immediately after, Yang Fan turned his head to look at Zhong Lei with a cold look in his eyes. Zhong Lei did not hold back. If it was yesterday, he would have been seriously injured by this punch.2

His five fingers clenched tightly and Zhong Lei's fist was clenched.

Zhong Lei suddenly panicked. He tried to retract his fist with all his might, but he found that he could not do it at all.

Yang Fan instantly exerted his strength and grabbed Zhong Lei's fist. He swung it up and smashed it on the right side of the ground.

Dong!

Zhong Lei's body, which had been smashed onto the ground, bounced upwards due to the rebounding force. This caused the muscles on everyone's faces to twitch and the corners of their eyes to twitch.

Looking at Yang Fan, who had regained his smile, everyone swallowed their saliva.

At this time, they finally saw clearly that Yang Fan had actually broken through to the third level of Body Refining. It was just that they were both at the third layer of Body Refining Tier, this battle strength was too terrifying!

Zhong Lei who was at the same level actually could not even block a single move!

Yang Fan walked in front of Zhong Lei and half squatted down, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Lei was already grimacing in pain, as if all the bones in his body had been shattered. But how could he admit it? He immediately prepared to curse back.

However, when he saw the fierce light hidden behind Yang Fan's seemingly gentle eyes and back. His lips moved, and he spat out a single word.

"It hurts."

Yang Fan smiled. "It's good that it hurts. Remember to be more sincere when you call Senior Brother Yang in the future."

He stood up and looked at the crowd in the distance.

He glanced around casually, but his eyes fell on the people who laughed at him in the Pavilion of Martial Arts.

These people also saw Yang Fan's gaze. They only felt a chill on their backs, and their clothes seemed to have become moist.

The next moment, Yang Fan looked away and went to the shade of the tree next to him. After this matter, he temporarily did not have the mood to continue cultivating.

When Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, these people swallowed their saliva and quickly left Martial Arts Practice Field, as if they had done something sincere.

Zhong Lei endured the pain and slowly got up. He looked at Yang Fan with some fear and also slowly left Martial Arts Practice Field.

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