I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

Zhuang Mingyuan, a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sect, was pointed at by Zhang Fan, feeling provocative.

He hates being pointed at.

He even hates that someone is arrogant and overreaching in front of him.

Zhuang Mingyuan stood up and looked at Zhang Fan contemptuously.

"Since you are courting death, then I will fulfill you." Zhuang Mingyuan stepped out.

And the disciples of the Sword Sect behind him sneered:

"This kid is really inflated. He even provokes Senior Brother Zhuang."

"The frog at the bottom of the well, I haven't seen the vast sky outside, I think I can get the air every second. Just wait and see the show."

Wen Shang, the elder of the Sword Sect, did not stop him.

Zhuang Mingyuan is his proud disciple, Cultivation Base has entered the Sixth Stage of Lingwu, and among the younger generation of Swordsman Sect, he can also be among the top ten.

Let him teach the disciples of the Kongkong faction a lesson, and let the Kongkong faction recognize his own position.

Zhuang Ming traveled to the center of Great Hall and confronted Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan stood up and stared at Zhuang Mingyuan, "Put your sword."

"Draw a sword?" Zhuang Mingyuan smiled sarcastically, "You don't need a sword against you!"

The disciples of the Sword Sect all praised Zhuang Mingyuan for being domineering and worthy of being their senior brother Zhuang.

However, the disciples of the Kong Kong faction restrained themselves from laughing.

Yi Dachuan touched his nose, "Guess how many moves this guy can support under Zhang Fan."

"Three moves at most." Gu Yun said.

"I think one move is enough..." Wang also said aside.

Three months after coming to Kongkong, this product has been completely integrated into Kongkong. Get together with Yi Dachuan. If you have nothing to do, just lie on the old tree and sleep, this guy can sleep for 20 hours a day.

Really worthy of that lazy word.

But what makes Yang Nian puzzled is that this guy has been sleeping all day, and his cultivation has not been delayed. He is indeed a wonderful flower.

Yi Dachuan and others deliberately put the volume out when they spoke.

That Zhuang Mingyuan listened with a more ironic expression on his face.

"One move? Are you talking about him?" Zhuang Mingyuan stared at Zhang Fan.

He decided to defeat Zhang Fan in one move, and let this group of ignorant disciples from the Kongkong faction know what is the real power and what is the real genius, and they are only mediocre people after all, a bunch of idiots!

"I won't bully you, I'll let you make three moves." Zhuang Mingyuan put on a lofty attitude, "In the three moves, if you don't defeat me, you will have no chance at all."

"No need." Zhang Fan refused, "If you need it, I will give you ten tricks."

The disciples of the Sword Sect were completely blown up.

"Funny! Is this deliberately trying to force a sense of existence?"

"The weaker the guy, the more dignified he is. He is just maintaining his poor self-esteem."

"If I can just admit defeat, why pretend I'm strong."

There was a sound of sarcasm.

Hearing the discussions of the same class, Zhuang Mingyuan was even more inflated, "So you want me to give you ten moves. Ten moves are ten moves! Let's do it!"

Zhang Fan was sweating frantically on his forehead.

Why is it so difficult to communicate with this guy?

Are you mentally handicapped?

"idiot!"

When Zhang Fan finished speaking, he only heard a bang, and then Zhuang Mingyuan was smashed into the ground, his chest collapsed.

Zhang Fan, on the other hand, stood indifferently in front of Zhuang Mingyuan.

This scene happened so fast that when Wen Jianzong and others reacted, Zhuang Mingyuan was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"So fast!"

"What happened just now? Is this a teleportation? He arrived in front of Senior Brother Zhuang without even seeing the afterimage..."

"how is this possible?"

No one could see clearly how Zhang Fan moved and how he shot.

He came too close,

Punch too fast!

It's so fast that you can't catch any action!

Yang Nian nodded in relief, "The speed is almost comparable to Shunpo without the load being removed. It seems that this guy has made a certain fusion of the body cultivator and martial arts after opening the bloodline, which makes his speed even faster. "

"And the punch just now was Bruce Lee's Jeet-kun. It was a short-range and violent force, which caught people off guard and had a very strong lethality."

Zhuang Mingyuan below stared at Zhang Fan in astonishment, "You..."

Scared and frightened.

As soon as I said one word of you, I vomited blood and it was difficult to continue speaking.

Zhang Fan didn't even look at him and said, "If you want to draw your sword, you want to be cheap. The so-called Asking Sword Sect is just like that..."

The last hundred sects conference saw Gu Yun and others shine, and brought the essence of coercion to the extreme. It was a pity that Zhang Fan was not able to take the stage. So he has to experience it today.

One word: cool!

"What kind of skill is a sneak attack?" Seven or eight disciples of the Sword Sect gathered around, staring fiercely at Zhang Fan.

"Sneak attack?" Zhang Fan disapproved. "He asked him to do it. Didn't you hear? I thought he was fully prepared, but I didn't expect to lose with one move..."

"It's also my fault that I'm too hasty and my strength is not well controlled. I beat your senior brother Zhuang to lie in bed for several months."

Zhang Fan felt that he slowly found his feelings, and kept up with the rhythm of Kongkong sent the other brothers and sisters.

Gu Yun: "Zhang Fan has been suppressed for too long, right?"

Yi Dachuan: "It's more than that. He wants to put back all the cowards that he hasn't put on in the past fifteen years..."

The corners of Kongkong Pai and others' mouths twitched wildly, Yang Nian said in dismay, "When did Kongkong Pai's style of painting become like this?"

As soon as Zhang Fan said these words, the disciples of Wen Jianzong immediately became angry.

This is so beaten up and still doing it here?

"I'll meet you!" Another disciple of the Sword Sect stepped forward.

Zhang Fan glanced at it and said, "You guys should go together. Come one by one, trouble."

"Looking for death!" The disciple shouted loudly and drew his sword.

A loud sword sound resounded through the Hall of Self-cultivation.

Sword Ray flashed,

The sharp point of the sword came towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't avoid it, until the long sword pierced his throat, and Zhang Fan's hand flashed with brilliance, and a nunchaku appeared in his hand.

A nunchaku wrapped around,

The black chain between the two sticks instantly entangled the body of the long sword, the stabbing sword stopped abruptly, and stopped in front of Zhang Fan's throat.

"Your sword is too slow."

Zhang Fan laughed jokingly, then pulled the nunchaku with both hands, and with a bang, the long sword was broken.

"Wow!"

With a strange cry like Zhang Fan's Bruce Lee, the nunchaku threw out with a bang, and smashed the opponent's head with fierce force.

Suddenly a smear of blood flowed down from the opponent's forehead,

That Wen Jianzong disciple only felt dizzy, then fell to the ground with a bang and passed out.

Zhang Fan played the nunchaku twice, and then with a strange cry, he took it back and tucked it under his arm.

His eyes swept to the disciple of Wen Jianzong, "Come again!"

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward for a while.

Some are afraid.

Wen Shang, the elder of Wen Jianzong, had a gloomy face, and the performance of the disciples undoubtedly brushed the face of Wen Jianzong, which made Ten Thousand Beast Sect and Item Refining Sect laugh.

"Ignorance child! Go away!" Wen Shang actually shot Zhang Fan directly.

The power of Yuanwu level burst out, and a palm was printed towards Zhang Fan's chest.

The power of this palm is not trivial,

At least 80% of the power broke out.

This is to kill Zhang Fan!

It was too late for Zhang Fan to dodge, but he didn't lose his position, his nunchakus stopped, his right foot lifted, stepped out, and landed, his waist and knees sank slightly, and his hands drew a circle in the air. It was a Tai Chi Fist Technique.

That palm slapped on Zhang Fan,

Zhang Fan's chest shrank back slightly, and he deftly resolved the force, and then his right arm shook, and the dissolved force was transmitted to his right fist, and his right fist was smashed out slowly, with a bang, his fist hit the ground. Wen Shang's chest.

click,

Broken sternum,

Wen Shang flew out and smashed to the ground, vomiting blood.

"You're only the First Stage of Lingwu... How could you take my palm and still be unharmed?" Wen Shang thought that the palm was enough to kill Wen Shang.

But it was himself who got hurt.

And he can feel that the power of Zhang Fan's punch is not weaker than the one he shot, reaching the level of Yuanwu...

A Lingwu child,

How could such power erupt?

Zhang Fan was too lazy to explain.

Yang Nian said with a look of relief, "Tai Chi's use of strength, Zhang Fan has mastered it perfectly in the past three months, and he has put in a lot of effort."

Regarding Zhang Fan's performance,

Yang Nian is very satisfied...