C71 He Broke All the Rules and Tried to Beat Him Up!

"Shua!"

Black-robed Old Man held a Yin Charm in his hand.

"Crash!"

In an instant, the surrounding Miasma gathered together as if they were real, and the black gas flowed like a wave.

Immediately after, the black gas condensed into a black skull.

"Woo woo …"

A chilling wind blew in between the heaven and earth as a mournful wail sounded out. The black skull opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Ye Fann to bite him.

Ye Fann grunted. A mere evil art, how could he do anything to him?

If Old Master Ren could rub on the ground after transforming into a Iron Zombie, then what did a mere Evil Art count for?

What's more, after his fight with Old Master Ren, he had a lot of experience.

With the System leveling up, using his merit points, cultivation level increasing, strength increasing, blood, Qi, and Yang Qi increasing by leaps and bounds.

Then he would be even more fearless of evil!

"Boom!"

Ye Fann's body trembled and his right foot stomped heavily on the ground.

As if a fierce tiger had left the mountain, the ground trembled, and immediately after, Ye Fann's vital energy and blood was like the sound of a small stream, flowing in a torrent, shaking the vital energy and blood.

Boom!

The huge recoil on the ground made Ye Fann jump up.

All the muscles in his body instantly burst with terrifying power. The one hundred and eight Iron Bone began to emit buzzing sounds, and with a hum, they began to emit endless power, like the low whizzing of thunder.

The Collapsing Fist blasted out, heavily striking the skull.

The moment the two came into contact, Ye Fann's Collapsing Fist erupted with a vast amount of Qi and blood, as well as a continuous stream of Genuine Qi, colliding with the dense Yin Qi emitted by the malevolent and terrifying skull.

A sizzling sound rang out, as though branded meat, and overflowed with a dense Cyan Smoke.

The skull was attached to the Nine Yang Genuine Qi and burned with little flames.

Immediately after, Ye Fann shook his fist and a powerful force exploded. It struck the skull, and a resounding sound of metal clanging could be heard.

Sparks flew in all directions as cracks appeared on the skull. It was sent flying by Ye Fann's Collapsing Fist. It shook violently and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

With the huge recoil, Ye Fann took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

"How can your Qi be strong enough to resist Yin Qi?" The arrogance on Black-robed Old Man's face disappeared and was replaced with fear.

He had thought that Ye Fann was just an ordinary martial arts master. Under his evil technique, he could be destroyed with a raise of his hand.

However, reality was harsh on his face. The skull that he had used was actually blown away by a single punch. He was on the verge of collapsing.

Ye Fann didn't have the time to care about Black-robed Old Man's mood as he stepped forward again. Black-robed Old Man hurriedly controlled the skull and charged towards Ye Fann.

Twenty meters! Ten meters! Five meters …

When the skull with the black aura was less than a meter away from Ye Fann, Ye Fann moved all the blood in his body and activated the Genuine Qi in his limbs and bones.

The punch was suddenly thrown out with a loud rumble!

The sky was filled with fist shadows as they landed on the skull like rain.

In just a few breaths, Ye Fann had forcefully unleashed 108 punches!

Each punch contained the power of ten thousand kilograms. The one hundred and eight Iron Bone s provided an unending stream of terrifying power.

His fist hit the target and then concentrated on the ground as it landed, accurately hitting the same spot.

"Crack!"

After the one hundred and eight punches, the skull burned fiercely. It could no longer withstand Ye Fann's barrage of attacks and was covered in cracks.

"Puchi!"

Black-robed Old Man's blood surged back up and he suffered a backlash. He spat out blood without thinking and his face quickly turned pale.

"Why?"

"Why is this happening?"

Black-robed Old Man did not want to be questioned.

Ye Fann, however, did not answer. With a sway of his feet, he arrived in front of Black-robed Old Man with a whistling sound. Suddenly, his fist collapsed, tearing the air and rolling waves of air.

His fists were like iron hammers that fiercely smashed into the skulls that were covered in cracks. With a boom, the skulls suddenly exploded, turning into yin aura that shot out in all directions like a high-pressure steam.

Black-robed Old Man was also sent flying twenty meters away by Ye Fann's iron fist. He landed heavily on the ground, and with a "pu ci" sound, he spewed out more blood.

His chest caved in, and several of his ribs were broken. The clothes on his back were torn, revealing a fist-sized mark.

"You don't know Dao Arts, so why are you able to break my Dao Techniques with your flesh and blood and the power of martial arts?"

Black-robed Old Man held his chest and staggered up from the ground. His face was filled with disbelief as he issued a soul torture.

This was because he didn't even know where he had lost.

Ye Fann snorted disdainfully: "A mere evil technique, how dare you call it a Dao technique!"