Chapter 602 Banning

That's right. "

Ye Mou replied, his eyes paused slightly at this time and stayed on Weng Xiong for a long time. Finally, he shook his head.

He was once a Wengxiong, but facts have proven that today's human race and today's court are not worthy of their loyalty.

Bang!

In the field, the battle continued. Lingbao's combat power was extremely strong and his combat experience was obviously rich. In the initial stalemate, there was no panic. On the contrary, the battle became more and more fierce.

After a while, he caught the opponent's flaw, took out the silver spear in his hand one after another, and flew the man away.

Bang.

With a muffled sound, whether intentional or unintentional, the man landed at Ye Fan's feet, and as he landed, the eyes of everyone and Lingbao focused on Ye Fan.

"I've heard that God is very powerful. I wonder if I can teach him?" Lingbao said. A great victory made his momentum gather to the extreme at this time, like a sharp blade that was about to pierce the sky.

"It's interesting." With such an obvious challenge, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up from his seat.

"Then please show mercy to Brother Lingbao."

Slightly arching his hands, Ye Fan walked towards the venue. At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference hall became heated. Everyone stretched their necks, and even the King of the North leaned forward slightly.

They all wanted to see how capable this youngest hero of the human race was.

"Be careful, God." Lingbao didn't have much thoughts, he just wanted to fight. As soon as the two faced each other, he stood up with his spear and thrust forward, and the silver dragon came spinning around the spear.

Rumble.

The dragon roared, but Ye Fan didn't react much when facing the spear that was stabbing him directly. He turned sideways slightly, and when the spear passed by, he suddenly stretched out his hand and held the gun body.

The huge force came, and with a seemingly light movement, he directly stopped the spear. Lingbao, who was holding the spear at the other end, felt something was wrong. Instead of trying to withdraw the weapon, he quickly slapped the tail of the spear, and the spear suddenly vibrated violently. got up.

After a shock, the spear shook away Ye Fan's hand, and Lingbao took advantage of this gap to quickly retract the spear. At the same time, his expression when looking at Ye Fan changed.

"His strength is far greater than mine. If I didn't have the emergency moves my father taught me, I'm afraid this casual grab could force me to disarm..."

"The move of Zhenjian?" On the opposite side, Ye Fan clearly felt where Lingbao's move came from. He nodded slightly, raised his hand, and the light of law began to flicker in the palm of his hand.

"Give me a little face boy."

Before he could sell it, a voice transmission sounded, with a hint of anxiety in his words.

Ye Fan paused and looked at the King of the North. The other person kept a smile on his face, and Ye Fan also smiled slightly and had no intention of stopping.

"Give you something good."

Seeing that Ye Fan was still preparing to use the law, the transmission sounded again.

"Guide me, my son also needs some fame."

"Good thing?" Hearing the voice, Ye Fan had a smile on his face. Without any hesitation, he dispersed the rules he was preparing to mobilize. The next moment, he took a step forward and directly chose not to use weapons and spiritual treasures. Close combat.

"This unprofitable bastard." Seeing this scene, the North King cursed on the sidelines, and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a veteran king, so he naturally knows that the rules are a dimensionality-reducing blow for low-level competitions. Lingbao insisted on challenging Ye Fan, and was instantly killed, which was a bit of a loss of face.

boom. boom.

As the son of the King of the North, Lingbao's spear skills are obviously very good, and his supporting breathing techniques and physical skills are also top-notch in the world.

The two sides were fighting together, the ground was rumbling, and the fighting was back and forth.

"That man is so fierce." On Fuguang Island, the third child stood behind the boss, watching the battle in the field, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "This body is more powerful than the relics. Just with strength alone, I can overwhelm Beidi. The king's son was in a hurry."

"It is indeed very impressive." The boss nodded and also praised: "He is indeed a person who practices the perfect way. Every path he takes out is top-notch at the same level."

"Something like the one from Fuguang Island." The second son agreed. After learning about Ye Fan's identity, he put some inexplicable filters on Ye Fan, "He is simply a natural successor."

"That one is a descendant of a giant. In terms of size, he is more powerful than he looks." The boss said, with a more stern expression: "I have been to the altar with the elders before, and I felt scared just by looking at that person's body from a distance. ”

"Afraid?" Hearing this, the third child felt puzzled and said without thinking: "What are you afraid of? Is it too big?"

Boss: "..."

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boom!

After another collision, the spear in Lingbao's hand was broken. At the same time, Lingbao retreated many steps with a clang.

The ground was cracked, and he couldn't stand firm. He almost fell down because he wasn't paying attention.

At this point in the battle, Lingbao was already exhausted. He stopped there, looking at Ye Fan who didn't move much on the opposite side, with uncontrollable surprise in his eyes.

He couldn't get any advantage in Ye Fan's hands, he could only be repelled again and again. His proud shooting skills seemed to be full of flaws in the eyes of the opponent, and he would suffer a big loss if he was not careful.

This is not a gap in hard power, but the opponent's experience far exceeds his own.

This feeling of being completely enveloped and seen through was something he had only ever encountered with his father.

"Why?" Even though he knew he was defeated, Lingbao still couldn't accept it.

Could it be that a boy in his twenties had combat experience comparable to his father?

"You are too proud." On the other side, Ye Fan seemed to have seen through Lingbao's thoughts, and just said softly: "Spells are not perfect, and the same is true for your spear skills."

"Am I too proud?" Hearing this, Lingbao was a little stunned. The long-lost defeat reminded him of a lot, and soon, there seemed to be some understanding on his face.

"The young hero is indeed worthy of his reputation." The North King spoke up at the right time, and as soon as he stood up, he pulled Lingbao over, "Lingbao, why don't you thank God for your teachings."

"Thank you, God." Lingbao spoke as his father pulled him away. At the same time, his expression looked a little embarrassed.

"Brother Lingbao's strength is not inferior to mine. To say he can teach me is too much."

Ye Fan also responded politely, cupped his hands, and walked towards his seat.

"God is so resourceful."

After winning a game, Ye Fan and the King of the North seemed to have a good relationship. Suddenly, many people gathered around and flattered him.

"With such strength and age, in a few years, God will probably be the youngest king of the human race."

"I think so too."

"I think we can think about the title in advance. God is so good at fighting. How about calling him the King of War?"

"Fighting is too vulgar, I think. Yong, King Yong?"

"Yours is more vulgar, okay?"

"..."

People around him kept saying flattering words, but Ye Fan remained calm. He had experienced a lifetime and was used to seeing these people who acted according to the circumstances. He didn't bother to show any expression when he encountered them at this time.

"God, what kind of title do you think is good?" However, these people were constantly fighting for Ye Fan's future title. Someone came to Ye Fan and wanted to get an answer.

"Banned?" This question surprised Ye Fan, he thought for a moment, and finally smiled.

"I have never thought about blocking my account. If the day comes, I will block it with my last name."

"Seal it with a surname?" This statement made the questioner stunned: "What is it called?"

"Hey, are you stupid?" The person on the side couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted: "God's surname is Ye. If the surname is used as a title, then Ye is the title."

"Together, we are King Ye, King Ye!"