"Twenty-year-old martial arts master!"

"God!"

"He made history~"

Toyotomi Kawakichi could no longer keep his composure.

Before, he was just skeptical.

But now, when the facts were in front of him, Cefeng Chen Chuanyoshi naturally couldn't calm down anymore, almost a monstrous wave swept over him.

Decades ago, Ye Qingtian, the Chinese god of war, defeated Wangyuehe at the age of 30, and became famous in the first battle, causing a sensation in the world of martial arts.

Of course, the reason why that battle caused such a big commotion was not because of the outcome, but because of Ye Qingtian's age.

Thirty-year-old grandmaster, rare in the world, has refreshed the history of the martial arts world.

But now, the 20-year-old young grandmaster appeared, bringing this record back by another ten years.

It is conceivable that after this battle, what kind of turmoil will be set off in the world martial arts world?

"Xinyi, are you alright?"

Seeing the eight major disciples who belonged to his Sanshen Pavilion, he was punched by Ye Fan until he vomited blood. Xu Zuo Mingzun had gloomy brows, frowned, hurried forward, and asked worriedly.

The leading man spat out the blood from his mouth and said fiercely: "Ming Zun, we are fine."

"Just now, we were just careless."

"This time, we will never let him have any chance!"

This man named Xinyi said in a deep voice with eyes full of anger.

His brows and eyes were red, and the surging hatred was almost condensed into substance, and his words were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

"Second and third, let's go!"

"This time, give me all my strength."

"I don't believe it, the eight of us teamed up, can't we even beat a Chinese brat?"

These eight people's old faces were ashen, and although there was blood on the corners of their mouths, they didn't have any thoughts of shrinking and fear, and some only had anger and resentment.

The confrontation just now undoubtedly discredited them.

The eight of them were naturally unwilling and had to get this place back.

Otherwise, the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion would have to be laughed at to death.

Therefore, following the roar of the leader, the eight people rushed away again with red eyes regardless of their injuries.

These disciples were young and vigorous, unwilling to admit defeat, but Xu Zuo Mingzun looked at him and shook his head.

"It seems that what Wang Yuehe said earlier is true."

"This Huaxia boy is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface."

Zuo Mingzun looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and the expression on his old face gradually became serious. JrNovels.com