C44 I will Kill Him Without Any Hesitation!

Boom!

Ye Fann struck out with his palm, like a plow sweeping across an acupoint, and in an instant, like a fiery man, his blood and Qi surged, and the purest Nine Yang Genuine Qi pressed onto the back of the Evil Spirit.

Crackling sounds came from the fire. The Cyan Smoke floated in the air, the fire was heavy, and in the blink of an eye, the Evil Spirit was scattered.

"Second stage of the Dissolving Force! Just what kind of monster was he, to have just entered the Dissolving Force for a few days? "He broke through again so quickly!" Ninth Uncle felt as if he had been dealt 10,000 critical damage and doubted his own life.

A genius like Ye Fann wasn't something that could be encountered once in a hundred years, it was simply something that could only be encountered once in a thousand years!

Ninth Uncle felt that he would shut himself up if he stayed with him for too long!

Even though Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng didn't know what the second level of Dissolving Force represented, seeing Ninth Uncle's shocked and envious expression, they knew that he was definitely very strong.

"Killing two Evil Spirit with one punch and one palm. Cultivators are too strong." Wen Cai was flabbergasted.

"I feel that the Tao technique I learned is fake." Qiu Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He let out a deep breath and said, "Even a powerful Resentment Ghost like Dong Xiaoyu was pressed down on the ground and rubbed all over her body."

At that moment, Ninth Uncle and his disciples were all greatly agitated.

"I want to train in martial arts. I feel like I have no future in learning martial arts!" The literary talent's eyes lit up as he spoke without a care.

Ninth Uncle's face immediately turned black. He slapped the back of Wen Cai's head and glared at him fiercely. Wen Cai shrunk his neck and covered the back of his head with a face full of grievance.

Ren Tingting humphed with pride. "Can you learn as much as you want? My Ye Fann is a rare martial arts genius. You won't be able to learn a true genius. "

Ninth Uncle also took the opportunity to reprimand him and let out a grand and imposing aura.

"You, like a bear, want to cultivate martial arts? You can't even learn the basics. Training your body with martial arts is a hundred times more difficult than cultivating. Are you able to endure the pain?"

"You only saw Ye Fann recklessly waving around, yet you didn't see how much sweat he was sweating."

"In the journey of martial cultivation, talent is important, but more importantly, there is the unwavering determination that is as firm as a rock that endlessly sweated away blood."

"When he's using his hidden strength, he dares to find ghosts to fight. He dares to fight against zombies, does not fear life and death, and does not fear powerful enemies. The two of you are too far apart."

Ninth Uncle said faintly at the end, "So, learn well!"

When Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng heard what Ninth Uncle said, they both sighed and looked ashamed.

On the other side, A'wei's heart was trembling when he saw that the two Evil Spirit he had summoned were instantly killed.

"How can martial arts kill Evil Spirit?" A'wei looked at Ye Fann and said fearfully.

Ye Fann proudly said: "Martial arts can also help you become a god, not to mention killing Evil Spirit, one day, when I have five breaths, blood will flow like sand, and gods and devils will be able to kill you!"

Ye Fann slowly enunciated each word as his imposing manner suddenly moved to the side, causing everyone to be unable to breathe. The men brought by A'wei all dropped the long spears in their hands. Unable to withstand the pressure, they all fell to their knees on the ground.

"Master Ye, have mercy!"

"It has nothing to do with us, it was A'wei who told us to come."

"Right, he threatened us. If he doesn't come, then we'll kill him."

A'wei grimaced in pain. His heart was full of fear. His whole body was trembling and his pants were drenched.

"Ye Fann, don't kill me. I'm not going to fight with you for a cousin. I'm also being bewitched. This has nothing to do with me. I'm being bewitched!"

A'weiqiang endured the pain of losing his arm and struggled to prostrate himself in worship.

Ye Fann gave A'wei a backhand slap on the chest.

"Crack!"

A'wei felt like he was hit in the waist by a car. His chest collapsed and his ribs were broken. Like a piece of paper, he flew backwards and smashed into the wall.

"Bam!"

The wall was suddenly filled with spider like cracks. A'wei's body was trapped inside and his throat was filled with gurgling blood bubbles. In a blink of an eye, his life was gone.

Ye Fann naturally could not let a treacherous villain like A'wei get away with it. Leaving it be would only bring disaster.

For martial cultivators, there were no prohibitions. He was not afraid of the so-called karma.

All actions were based on one's heart, and one only wanted to have a clear understanding of one's thoughts.