Chapter 8: The Glorious Tradition of Black Fist

With this sound, the gate of the Royal Courtyard became quiet. Although the Qing Kingdom has been in peace for a long time and there are only a few small fusses on the northern border, it has only been a few decades after all, so the people's customs and martial arts are still strong. As a child of a military general, Ye Ling'er is normal to have a small scimitar on her waist. But... it is quite abnormal to throw this knife to Fan Xian's feet.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was an invitation to give a duel. Similar to the world he had lived in, when European nobles were duels, they liked to play with the sect that threw gloves on each other's face when they were duels. He scratched his right face and felt itchy, and he was funny thinking that if the duel rule in Qingguo was to throw a knife on each other's face, he was afraid that every duel would be successfully held.

Everyone looked at Fan Xian, and Ruoruo nervously pulled Fan Xian's sleeves. Although Ye Ling'er was thin and slim, her family background was an authentic seventh-grade master. In Kyoto, no playboy dared to provoke him. But since the other party threw out his sword and challenged him, Fan Xian, as a man, would seem timid if he didn't respond to the battle, he was afraid that he would not be able to raise his head in Kyoto.

Seeing that the two nobles were fighting fiercely, the guards guards at the gate of the other courtyard looked at their noses and their hearts, pretending that they didn't hear them. Naturally, there was no one who couldn't wait long to tell the princess and the girl in the other courtyard - "Your best friend is going to fight with the beloved man you are about to marry" - who would be so stupid?

"Since you are known as both civil and military, I am not as good as your poetry skills, but I also want to see if you have the ability to protect her." It's strange that since you threw down your waist knife, Ye Ling'er's entire state has undergone a very strange change. She calmed down. Her beautiful and quiet eyes were full of confidence, and her small and weak body seemed to contain extremely grand power. She was about to be used on Fan Xian.

Fan Xian felt a little nervous, and then he realized that the girl was a strong man who was hidden and kept smiling. He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said three words that no one on the spot had expected.

"I refuse."

Refusing to duel? This is a rare thing. Rejecting a woman's invitation will probably make Fan Xian unable to raise his head. Everyone doesn't understand why Fan Xian made such an astonishing choice.

Fan Xian explained sincerely: "Although Miss Ye doesn't like it, she is Wan'er's friend after all. How can I bear to take action?" Without waiting for everyone to cheer, he smiled and said, "What's more, I don't want to hit a woman unless it is necessary."

The carriage had already arrived, but just seeing the tension here, so he stopped outside. When Wang Qinian saw that the opponent was Ye Ling'er, he could only worry. He would never dare to use the identity of the Supervisory Office to suppress the other party.

After saying these words, Fan Xian pulled his sister's hand again and walked towards the carriage like a demonstration.

A clear voice was angry! Ye Ling'er finally could no longer bear the sarcastic attacks that Fan Xian had continued countless sentences. At this moment, her figure broke out and she fainted. She had already rushed behind Fan Xian and rushed straight! - Fortunately, she still had some martial arts legacy after all, and she had already issued a warning before leaving.

Feeling the violent storm behind him, Fan Xian used extremely clever force with his right hand, leading his sister to the side, and then turned around.

Then I saw a fist rushing straight to my face!

This fist is very small and beautiful, with fair skin. You can even see the faint blue veins on it. After clenching into a fist, only the thumb is exposed outside, and the pink cocoon color is painted on it.

Being able to see so many details in such a short time has proved two things: First, Fan Xian is a passionate and lustful person in his bones, and second, although Ye Ling'er's attack was fierce and fast, it was still much slower than the elusive stick on the cliff of Danzhou.

His toes moved an inch on the ground, but his whole body was extremely fast and tilted to the left, causing the fist with a murderous intent to completely fall into nothing. He rubbed his cheeks over.

With a buzzing sound, his fist fell, and a sound of shocking wind was still hit. Fan Xian's hair floated up. At this time, his right hand had already raised without anyone noticing, his index finger was slightly bent, and he bounced on Ye Ling'er's vein in a flash!

Even Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the Great Inner Guard, could not avoid this move, even Ye Ling'er could not avoid it, not to mention that Ye Ling'er could only hear her hum, and her tightly clenched fists had already dispersed, scattered beside Fan Xian's cheek. But Fan Xian didn't have time to be happy, narrowed his eyes, took three steps back strangely, stretched out his palm and slapped it in the air three times.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Three crisp sounds sounded around him!

It turned out that Ye Ling'er's fists dispersed, but his five fingers bloomed like peach branches in spring. Each finger was like a sequinous branch, attacking his temples. Fan Xianquan avoided with his instinctive reaction, printed three palms, blocking the five energy that broke through the air.

"Ye family has been working together!" The audience exclaimed. The Grand Master of Qing Kingdom Ye Liuyun was Ye Ling'er's uncle. He did not expect that this young lady actually got Ye Liuyun's true teachings.

The exclamation was not stopped. Fan Xian's face was calm and he snatched him up, and his punch hit Ye Ling'er's palm!

After a dull sound, no matter whether Ye Ling'er's finger was peach branch or something, they were dispersed. His palm contained the domineering true energy and unceremoniously broke the opponent's loose hands without hesitation! Ye Ling'er floated back half a foot, holding her wrist in pain, and looking at Fan Xian in surprise. She never expected that the true energy in Fan Xian's body would be so weird. After touching the palm, it actually penetrated upwards along her meridians. The pain dissipated her mind and she suddenly lost the intention of loose hands.

"You are not my opponent." Fan Xian still smiled and stimulated the other party with his words.

Ye Ling'er gritted her teeth and rushed up again. This momentum was even stronger than before. Her five fingers were put together into a knife and slashed horizontally. The palm knife broke through the wind, and it made a whirring sound. She was originally a woman, and her innate true energy was not as abundant as an adult man. So when Ye Liuyun first told her that she had free hands, she used some thoughts. When she met a master whose true energy was better than her, she also pointed into a palm, transforming her hands and dead branches, which was the power to kill and split the wood.

Fan Xian's heart was terrified, but his body did not shake in the wind of the palms and slashed his palms under the strokes. He just made a quick mistake. He relied on the escape skills he had practiced on the cliff of Danzhou, and was as wonderful as the brilliance or as dangerous as the extreme, and rubbed Ye Ling'er with every upright palm.

Ye Ling'er's palm wind became more and more fierce, and the people watching the game around him vaguely felt that there seemed to be a cold wind blew everywhere in the field.

Just as countless knives were flying beside Fan Xian, he vaguely felt a trace of danger, and a muffled groan. The domineering true energy in his body was covered with his body. His heels were on the ground, forcibly stopping the tendency of retreat. With a force on his waist and abdomen, he felt like he was punched from behind. He bounced forward and went backward, and there was no interruption!

The palm wind disappeared, and so did Fan Xian.

The next moment, the people watching the game opened their mouths wide.

Fan Xian disappeared in Ye Ling'er's arms, and his hands clamped her armpits like iron pliers, holding her terrifying palms on his shoulders. To be precise, he grabbed the other party's vital points before Ye Ling'er's two palms slashed down.

Fan Xian's trick seems to be a rogue, but in fact he wants to find the only way to get close to her in the palm wind in the sky. Moreover, this way is just a tiny space that has passed in an instant. His speed and vision have reached a very terrifying level - of course, this is all taught by Master Wuzhu.

Ye Ling'er suddenly found that the other party fell towards her like a ghost, and then hugged her and frowned. She also knew what kind of gaze methods the other party could be close to her body, so she was shocked, but she was not confused. Her palms stopped, but her whole body was in the air!

Without any warning, she kicked Fan Xian's shin. If this kick was solid, I was afraid that Fan Xian would fall on her in pain, but she didn't care about this much at this time.

Just at this moment, Fan Xian relaxed his hands, allowing her to fall freely without exercising her palms!

The structure of the human body is so strange. If you slash your palms down and you want to kick the foot upward, it will be particularly awkward and difficult. What Fan Xian needs is the other party’s discomfort for a moment. Taking advantage of this short moment, he had already rushed straight to the top!

This is the third punch that Fan Xian made in Kyoto in addition to the Niulan Street murder. Each of his punches broke a person's nose, and today is no exception.

With a light bang, a gorgeous blood flower floated by, floating with a very romantic feeling.

Ye Ling'er squatted down with her nose covering her nose, with blood between her fingers. After a moment, she began to cry loudly in pain. Fan Xian was so depressed that he thought that if you want to fight, we will fight with you. How could he cry if he loses?

The servants and maids of the Ye family had already surrounded him, but they did not rush forward in a very regular manner. It seemed that it was common for the Miss Ye family to duel, but there were still many eyes staring at Fan Xian. Fan Xian brushed his long gown with no scruples. However, the royal guards who were watching the fun in the distance lowered their voices and sighed: "Miss Ye's family has a lot of knowledge, but he didn't expect to be beaten by the black fist of Fan."

Looking at the young lady of the Ye family squatting on the ground crying, Fan Xian remembered that the other party was actually just a fifteen-year-old girl. However, he had no guilt. Not beating a woman did not mean that he would be beaten by a woman. Back then, when his mother first entered Kyoto, she beat the woman's father, now the garrison of Kyoto Ye Chong, into a pig's head. His Wu Zhu Uncle also fought with Ye Liuyun under the imperial city, allowing the Grand Master of Qing Kingdom to stay in seclusion for several months and gave up his sword to take the free hand.
Chapter completed!