C8 What You Can't Accept It Either?

Chu Mengyi frowned. She was so devastatingly beautiful, but Yang Faan had only taken a glance at her?

She felt a bit unhappy, but when she thought about how her senior brothers and sisters from the sect had disguised themselves in front of her, she pursed her lips and smiled. There was no one in the world who could escape her temptation.

"Who in the Hsing City doesn't know that the Yang Family's Young Patriarch, Yang Faan, is famous for being a martial artist. Back then, he single-handedly fought against a hundred people from the other three great clans, and he did not retreat even half a step, thereby preserving his position in the Yang Family." Chu Mengyi walked in front of Yang Faan and praised.

Yang Faan raised his head and realized that Chu Mengyi was barefoot. A sweet fragrance hit him, relaxing his mind and making him happy.

Although the woman wasn't beautiful, her words were still very pleasant to hear. Yang Faan nodded, indicating for her to continue.

Chu Mengyi sneered. She raised her hands and covered Yang Faan with her red robe. Her watery glasses disdainfully said, "But, in the end, a martial arts man is just a martial arts man. In the end, he is just a barbarian charging in recklessly."

"Hahaha, that's right, Yang Faan is just a barbarian. What are we arguing with a barbarian about?"

The audience immediately burst into laughter.

Yang Faan tilted his head. The woman in front of him, whom he had just thought was a good person, was now completely out of interest.

He walked forward, pinched his nose, and patted Chu Mengyi's shoulder. "Since you came here, I've smelt a terrible stench. I sniffed it and it really was you!"

Then, Yang Faan kicked the pretty girl off.

After all, she was standing on the edge of the steps to show off.

"What a great woman rolling down the stairs." Yang Faan returned to his chair.

Chu Mengyi jumped up in anger. Her hair was messy and she no longer had the appearance of a fairy.

"Yang Faan!" You barbarian! "You bastard, you …"

"Why? Are you unconvinced?" Yang Faan crossed his arms in front of his chest.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened and an old woman in a white robe walked in. Behind her was an old woman with wrinkles all over her body and a walking stick.

"Did I say that!? "This young man only knows how to make a ruckus. Meng Yi, quickly apologize." The wrinkled old woman walked over with a walking stick.

"Master! "I …" Chu Mengyi didn't want to answer, but she was scared by a glance, so she could only apologize.

The old woman wielded the walking stick. With a slight lift of her foot, she arrived in front of Yang Faan.

Xiantian!

This was Yang Faan's only conclusion, and this old woman was not weak compared to Eighth Master Zhao.

The old woman naturally did not know what he was thinking and gently patted his shoulder.

"Your Innate Ability is excellent. You must work hard to cultivate. If nothing goes wrong, by the time you reach my age, your cultivation should be no different from mine."

Yang Faan grinned. He really wanted to say that I've already committed suicide at your age.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked gloomily at the old woman.

"You will pay the price!"

The old lady smiled and said, "What is it? "Are you unconvinced?"

The corner of Yang Faan's mouth curled up. Without saying anything further, he threw out a punch. This punch that was mixed with lightning was his answer. He refused to accept it.

As a result, this fist strike was like a gentle breeze brushing against one's face, without the slightest bit of injury.

The old woman grabbed his fist and lifted him up.

This year's competition is different from the previous years, this year's results are based on the Demonic Beast s, and I have to inform all of you, this year's competition will not only be attended by the people from the Four Great Clans, there are also a lot of outsiders, and the time is set to be two days later!

"This time's martial arts competition does not care about life and death!"

Applause immediately rang out from the audience, while everyone looked towards Yang Faan, who was caught.

The old woman put Yang Faan down. Yang Faan glanced at him and returned to his chair.

He looked calm on the surface, but his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

Because the old woman's earlier slap had given him a death talisman.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you because you're very interesting!"

The old woman's words suddenly turned into a young girl's voice, causing Yang Faan to be shocked.

He looked at the old woman and found that she was looking at Yang Faan with love in her eyes.

This scared Yang Faan to the point that he hugged his entire body tightly.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly slapped his face again.

Yang Faan was shocked. He realized that his body and the chair had flown up before falling down to the ground.

"Today is my first lesson to you. Two days later, I hope that you will be safe and sound."

Yang Faan stood up stealthily, glanced at the old woman and left. This time, everyone else was so happy.

When Yang Faan disappeared, the old woman also went upstairs, causing the scene to become even more lively.

The more Yang Faan walked, the more difficult it became. His face turned pale.

He held the umbrella against his chest, because his sister had given it to him. He could not throw it away.

He took another ten steps and looked behind him. This kind of action had already been going on for a long time. He had to kill that old woman, otherwise, the death talisman on his body wouldn't be undone.

He wanted to swallow those three pills, but he wasn't sure if that old woman was an innate master or not.

The rain began to fall again, and a white-haired beggar suddenly blocked his way.

"I beg of you, I beg of you, please do me a favor. I haven't eaten for five days."

Yang Faan took out a tael of silver from his chest and threw it directly to the beggar. The beggar was overjoyed but didn't leave. He stretched out his hand and signaled Yang Faan to give him all the money.

Yang Faan frowned.

"Motherf * cker, there's really a way to freeze to death. A sick person like you can actually be so rich, yet I can only beg. The heavens are unfair!"

The beggar put his hand behind his back and was about to continue shouting when Yang Faan slapped him to death.

After taking away the silver that was his, he left.

A gust of wind blew past, knocking the Pauper's body to the ground. The Pauper's right hand gripped the handle of his knife tightly.

Suddenly, the knife flew out. Not long after, the sound of footsteps could be heard as the knife flew out.

Then a woman in a white robe ran up to the group of people who had been examining the body of the beggar and told them who the murderer was and where he was going.

The group of people immediately followed.

The woman in white smiled. No one noticed that she wasn't wearing shoes, and no one noticed that the heavy rain was touching her body.

Not long after Yang Faan left, he was stopped by the group of people who had just examined the body of the beggar. They were the city guards.

The reason for capturing Yang Faan was very simple, it was to kill someone.

Yang Faan only took two or three punches to finish them off. Yang Faan did not kill them because they had no intention to kill.

When he got home, the rain had stopped and he was trying his best to straighten himself.

When he opened the door, Yang Qian'er immediately ran over to hug him.

Yang Faan touched his head. At this moment, he noticed the light from the fire in the room and the dark paper by the stove. At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, it turned out to be the day of Yang Faan's parents' sacrifice.

"Alright, I'm fine. I'm not the only one who's unhappy because you're crying." Yang Faan wiped away the tears on the corner of Yang Qian'er's face and walked into the room.