Experience value 129

There is no doubt that Uncle Yuan was a congenital master at this moment. Through the experience value data prompted by the system, Zhao Fan also judged that this person was still quite different from the middle-aged people of the Dragon Sword Sect. Even compared with Wang Xinghai, who had used the Wei Gong Divine Arts, he was only a little stronger than Wang Xinghai who had forcibly upgraded to this level after using the Wei Gong Divine Arts.

"Haha, Zhao Fan, how do you feel? Are you still arrogant?"

"I thought it was so great, but it turned out that Uncle Yuan couldn't stop it with a single move!"

These people seemed to have forgotten that they didn't even have the courage to fight in front of Zhao Fan just now. Seeing him being slapped back by Uncle Yuan, they all started to ridicule in a strange tone.

"It hurts a bit. The innate master is indeed different!"

When Zhao Fan's leisurely voice appeared, the ridiculed voices from the mouths of the people from the Zhao family around him suddenly came. Everyone looked at Zhao Fan like ducks being picked up by someone pinching their necks, and was stammering their necks as if they were looking at monsters.

"He still didn't feel hurt!"

"The innate master's power is enough to open the monument and crack the stone. What kind of monster is this kid? Why does it seem that he has nothing to do?"

"This is absolutely impossible. This kid must be holding on! Uncle Yuan has only taken action once, just wait, he will soon be unable to pretend!"

The people in the Zhao family are not novices who don’t know anything about martial arts. Although many people are not in the realm of their studies, they still know most of the situations in various realms.

So apart from a small number of people who were comforting themselves, the rest of the people had begun to feel heavier.

The two people in the battle did not receive the emotional influence of those around them. Although Zhao Fan was shocked by Uncle Yuan's palm power, he just paused in place for less than a second, and rushed towards him again.

Seeing that the two old and young people were attacking from time to time and colliding head-on, although Zhao Fan was occasionally repelled by Uncle Yuan's palm force, the people around him never saw any signs of injury from him.

Those Zhao family members who were optimistic were gradually becoming less optimistic, and the other people who had realized some problems also became more and more serious.

As the main person in this matter, Zhao Zhan kept stepping back silently, retreating all the way to the edge of the crowd, hid behind, took out his cell phone and dialed it out.

"Dad, why haven't you come yet?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhao Zhan shouted at the microphone with excitement.

"Zhan'er, you're going to suffer a little grievance this time! The more you get hurt, the more the price he pays. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Junhao seemed to be warm to his son, but in fact his tone was very firm, which gave Zhao Zhan a kind of pressure that he could not disobey.

What Zhao Zhan is best at is playing tricks. When he heard Zhao Junhao say this, he understood what he meant without blinking his eyes. While his body trembled, his face also had a bit of cruelty, and he nodded with a heavy nasal sound.

"A little hardship can also help you gain a better memory. Lions fight rabbits with all their strength. How can you be sure to win in the world? If you weren't too careless, how could this person come to the door in the middle of the night and catch us off guard?"

Zhao Junhao nodded with relief, then taught Zhao Zhan a few more words and hung up the phone.

"I am really cruel. In order to deal with me, I actually bet on my son. Since you are so generous, I will not be polite, and I will definitely satisfy you!"

Seeing Zhao Zhan’s face nodding with a ugly expression, Zhao Fan, who understood Zhao Junhao’s lips, sneered in his heart, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His smile made Uncle Yuan, who was still fighting with him, feel inexplicably nervous.

The battle has been fought for more than a dozen rounds. Uncle Yuan, who was still angry just now, was already full of surprise. The people next to him couldn't understand how he didn't know in the game?

After going back and forth so many times, Zhao Fan avoided his attacks and how many more times he was hit, he could be said to be clear about it.

Several times Zhao Fan had already touched his side. His fingertips had extremely sharp internal energy. He broke through his external internal energy and touched his body without any hindrance.

Every time the defense was broken, the man felt numb. He secretly glad that Zhao Fan was still in a state of transformation now, otherwise, every time he approached, it would probably mean that he had died once.

What he didn't know was that if Zhao Fan hadn't pretended to recognize the acupoints in order to collect experience points, he would have been touched by a single point and moved in the same place.

Many times, the person who knows you the most happens to be the enemy you hate the deepest.

Take Zhao Fan as an example. As an ancient martial arts sect, the Dragon Sword Sect has fought with the Tianlong Academy for countless years. Their understanding of Zhuanxu's stewards and Liangyi Tianxin's acupoint tips has reached a point that has shocked him.

However, the uncle in front of him had been in the Zhao family for forty years, but his understanding of Zhuanxu's masterpiece was still at the bottom of his understanding.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Fan was able to easily use his golden body again and again, and occasionally get some experience value from him.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Fan has absolute confidence that after squeezing out the surplus value of this person, he can be easily solved.

One is an innate master and the other is a master of transformation. The speed of attack will naturally not be too slow. The energy in the sky is splashing, and the roar is constantly roaring, and the momentum of the battle is particularly amazing.

It was precisely because they took action fast enough that the battle lasted for less than ten minutes from beginning to end and came to an end.

"Dayan Palm!"

A low growl came from Uncle Yuan's mouth, and the people around Zhao family were stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

However, as soon as their surprise and soft cry came out, Zhao Fan's figure rushed to Uncle Yuan again. The slight misty light on his fingertips once again broke through the man's protective energy without any surprise, and pointed it into his chest.

This time, Zhao Fan did not "recognize the acupoints without being accurate".

So at the beginning, Uncle Yuan, who made many Zhao family's children full of confidence, stood stiffly in the next moment, his old face was full of fear and surprise, and the fine sweat beads on his forehead gathered into several streams, and kept wading down his cheeks.

"Uncle Yuan was defeated?"

"The distance between the innate and the acquired is like a natural barrier. How did he do it?"

After a brief silence, the people around them seemed to have reacted just now, screaming and retreating rapidly. In a moment, the distance between everyone and Zhao Fan was already dozens of meters.

The only three people standing in the circle surrounded by the crowd, except for Uncle Yuan who was unable to move after being restrained by Zhao Fan, were the only ones who were left with him and Zhao Zhan.

Through the people of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Sect, Zhao Fan had already known that the innate level is above the realm of transformation.

The innate master cultivates the internal energy to a certain extent, opens up the Niwan acupoint on the top of his head, strengthens his mental will and increases his mental power, and has mental pressure when facing the opponent. Moreover, the emergence of mental power can mobilize a small amount of heaven and earth power. Although it cannot call the wind and rain, the strong wind is strong and is enough to crush a large range of enemies.

The people from the Dragon Sword Sect are stronger and can already mobilize a very small amount of power from heaven and earth. Therefore, if Zhao Fan faces them, his chances of winning are very small without the help of the Speed ​​Talisman.

Although the uncle in front of him has been in the innate seven years, what he can do is not only stronger in his skills, but also more of his mental pressure.

It just so happened that Zhao Fan’s previous battle with the Ghost King, with the help of the system, not only transformed the soul power into experience points, but also greatly improved his mental power.

Since this, the innate master's mental pressure that has never been detrimental to him has almost zero effect.

Without this advantage, he could not stop Zhuanxu's elusive horse-controlling step, nor could he stop Liangyi Tianxin's acupoint-clicking hand to break the defense. Where can this uncle Yuan have any advantages in front of him?

Zhao Zhan's body was trembling slightly, but with a cruel look on his face, he gritted his teeth and stood there without moving.

Zhao Fan glanced at the foot of the mountain, as if he was looking at a monkey in a zoo.

It was not until Zhao Zhan was furious that his neck was pounding, and he shook his head gently and said with a sarcastic expression: "You are going to suffer a little grievance this time. If you are not injured enough, how can the price I paid satisfy you?"

"What?"

After hearing this, Zhao Zhan looked up at Zhao Fan as if his face was filled with horror as if he had seen a ghost.

Others were inexplicably surprised, and only he knew that although Zhao Fan's words had been changed, their meaning was exactly the same as what Zhao Junhao said to him on the phone just now.

Did he hear or guess?

Zhao Fan just said that he would not disappoint the people of the Zhao family, so he did not give Zhao Zhan much time to surprise him. He could defeat even the innate masters, and Zhao Zhan's strength was even less powerful.

Zhao Zhan's exclamation just as soon as he let out a scream, Zhao Fan had already arrived in front of him, and still waved a random slap, and then Zhao Zhan flew to one side.

Zhao Fan did not give him a chance to fly away, so he raised his hand and grabbed him easily, then grabbed him by the arm and raised him in front of him.

"If you have strong enough strength and act openly against me, I will express enough respect to you and even give you enough time to grow. But you play tricks in front of me again and again, hiding in the dark like a bed bug to plot against me. Then my only idea is to pinch you to death!"

Zhao Fan saw the three Zhao Junhao brothers who were approaching here slowly, and also saw the hope and resentment in Zhao Zhan's eyes looking back. His dark eyes emitted a bit of cold murderous intent. After he looked at Zhao Zhan in a calm tone, he finished speaking, and his other hand quickly pinched the position of the person's throat.

"He wants to kill me? How dare he kill me?"

Zhao Zhan was confused. People like them who were smart and clever, almost confirmed that Zhao Fan showed up. With an old man, no matter how cruel Zhao Fan was to them, at most he would just make a fuss and would never kill anyone in the Zhao family.

But at this moment, he looked at Zhao Fan's cold and ruthless expression and serious murderous intent. Without any hesitation, he believed that Zhao Fan really wanted to kill him, and he really dared to kill him.

Zhao Zhan has always believed that winning by strategy is considered truly brilliant.

It was not until this time that he realized that all this was just an excuse he found for himself in his subconscious mind.

He is used to hiding in secret and using conspiracy to calculate other people's goals. In fact, the biggest reason is that he is afraid of death.
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