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C408 Old Hair Refers to

"Bam!"

As the palm and fist collided with each other, a shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye spread out. It was accompanied by a powerful aura as it swept out in all directions.

whoosh whoosh … *

"Kacha …"

"Clank, clank …"

The weapon racks and the punishment instruments in the surroundings were all blasted away and scattered on the ground by the remnant might of the explosion.

"Wow …"

"Plop!"

Peng Ertao, who was at the side, was directly sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood in midair and heavily smashed onto the ground. He let out a muffled sound and stopped moving.

Main Hall of the Law Enforcement Hall Hall

"What's going on?"

When Shen Yan heard the clamor, he suddenly felt depressed and had a bad premonition.

"At most, that brat only has an early stage Immortality. Even if you push him to death, you'll only have the strength of a second stage Immortality."

"Why should I feel afraid?"

"Hehe, with this money, I will make a big deal out of my Law Enforcement Hall. Let those foolish disciples take my wife and give birth to a big nest of fat kids."

After Shen Yan comforted himself for a while, he smiled from the bottom of his heart and put the two promissory notes back into his pocket.

After confirming the safety of the promissory note, Shen Yan stood up and was in a good mood. He decided to make a jar of good wine to celebrate.

"..."

"Bam!"

"Shua!"

Before Shen Wenshan could react, his body shot out like a cannonball, producing a sound as it tore through the air.

"Boom!"

"Rumble!"

Shen Wenshan's body smashed into the thick and heavy wall, directly creating a large hole in the wall made of hard material. The entire wall collapsed with a clang, shattering into pieces.

"How can this be!"

Shen Wenshan struggled to lift himself up from the rubble. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his robes blood-red. His eyes widened as he looked into the distance in disbelief.

He possessed the strength of a level ten Jindan, and was known as a genius rarely seen in a hundred years. His future achievements would at least be in the late stage of Immortality, and he could even reach the great perfection stage or the peak of Eastern Region.

Today, he was actually sent flying with a punch from a little kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet.

Ye Xiaofan was still maintaining his stance of punching. His clothes fluttered in the wind and stopped. The surroundings were frighteningly quiet.

At a close distance, they could see that the ground under Ye Xiaofan's feet had cracked like a spider web.

"That brat is too powerful, second senior brother is a tenth level Jindan, yet he was smashed into the ground by one punch without the slightest bit of combat power!"1

"That brat did not show any mercy. Have you forgotten the young masters from the other families? Which one of them isn't a level ten Jindan? But in the end, wasn't he still killed by a slap?"

"We've already made second senior brother apologize. I didn't expect second senior brother to actually make a move. Sigh …"

When the numerous junior brothers saw the crippled Shen Wenshan, all kinds of expressions hung on his face. Some were shock, some were incredulous, and some were filled with sorrow.

"Tsk, weak chicken."

Ye Xiaofan slowly withdrew his little fist. His big eyes looked down at Shen Wenshan in disdain.

"Do you know where the old fogey is?"

Ye Xiaofan retracted his gaze and spoke to the people around without even looking at Shen Wenshan.

"May I ask Lord Xiao what this old bastard is referring to …"

Many disciples had never heard of the name "Old Fart" before. Having lived for dozens of years, they had never heard of it. They couldn't help but look at Ye Xiaofan in confusion.

"That's it. Where is your hall master and the others? Where are they now?"

Ye Xiaofan said impatiently as he gestured with his other hand, while holding his small waist with one hand.

He didn't have time to waste with these people.

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