17: C17 A Dozen or so Building Foundation Stage Experts Surrounded and Attacked Him

C17 A Dozen or so Building Foundation Stage Experts Surrounded and Attacked Him

Everyone hid far away, some hiding in alleys to peek out of their heads, watching the scene in front of them, some even crouching in pits.

Only Ye Xiaofan and Hee Shuangshuang were left on the originally crowded street.

When Hee Shuangshuang saw Ye Yuhe and the other Foundation Establishment experts, fear appeared in her heart.

But Ye Xiaofan was her brother. If Ye Yuhe wanted to kill Ye Xiaofan, he had to step over her dead body.

"Shuang-jie, quickly leave!"

Seeing that Ye Yuhe and the rest were about to make a move, Ye Xiaofan hastily grabbed Hee Shuangshuang's small hand and threw her far away with all of his strength.

"No!"

Hee Shuangshuang quickly retreated. Seeing that she was getting further and further away from Ye Xiaofan, pain welled up in her heart. She wanted to stop her body from retreating, but she found that her body was disobedient.

"The first move of the Ye Family Fist Art, Mountain Crossing Bull!"

"Beating an ox across the mountains!"

"..."

Ye Yuhe and the other Foundation Establishment stage cultivators all released a terrifying aura. Their fists were wrapped with the yellow Genuine Qi, and then they punched across the sky.

"Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of yellow Genuine Qi s visible to the naked eye streaked across the air, causing explosive sounds to ring out in the air as they smashed towards Ye Xiaofan's small and exquisite body.

"That's the Ye Family Fist Art. I heard that it can kill an ox from a hundred meters away, and the more objects it has, the stronger its power will be!"

"That child's body that is less than 60 centimeters. If he gets hit, he will instantly be turned into mincemeat!"

"Sigh, such a pitiful child. He's only so young, yet he's about to die."

The people hiding in the distance revealed their heads. Looking at the scene from afar, and seeing Ye Xiaofan being attacked by more than ten Genuine Qi s, they all shook their heads and sighed. Their faces were filled with pity.

Ye Xiaofan stopped his Floating Technique and stood calmly on the ground. He raised his tender face and waited for the bombardment of more than ten Genuine Qi s.

As long as these Genuine Qi smashed onto his body, Ye Xiaofan would be able to understand how to fight through the mountains.

"Could it be that the little child was scared silly? Why didn't he dodge?!"

"It must be, it must be because I was scared silly. Facing such a powerful attack, if it was me, I would also be scared silly."

"Sigh, I will not watch the next scene any longer. I'm afraid that I might have nightmares at night."

Some of the surrounding crowd covered their eyes, not daring to look at the scene that followed.

"Hmph, you sure have guts!"

Seeing that Ye Xiaofan did not dodge, Ye Yuhe snorted coldly with a cruel look in his eyes.

He wouldn't stop attacking just because Ye Xiaofan was a little kid that wasn't even five years old. Even if it was an ant, he, Ye Yuhe, would be stomped to death if he dared to mess with his son.

"Bang bang …"

"Ring, ring …"

"Xiaofan!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiaofan's body was struck by dozens of Genuine Qi Fist Techniques. Countless silver coins flew out in all directions, causing the surrounding dust to fly everywhere, covering Ye Xiaofan's body.2

In the distance, Hee Shuangshuang saw this scene. Her phoenix eyes were bloodshot as she screamed in agony, Ye Xiaofan was her only brother, and now that Ye Xiaofan had been killed in front of her eyes, she blamed herself, why did she follow Xiaofan to Ye Family?

If she had stopped Ye Xiaofan from coming to Ye Family, this would not have happened.

"Ai, little brat. Although you tricked Lord Fatty, you were turned into mincemeat just like that. Lord Fatty is a bit sad. Wait until the first seven days, he will definitely burn a thick stack of paper money for you."

Little Fatty Jin sat in the middle of the ruins and watched as Ye Xiaofan was hit by dozens of Genuine Qi Fist Techniques.

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