his cultivation of patience was lacking, and today he was going to challenge his biggest weakness!"Ye surname, the green mountains remain unchanged, the water flows everlastingly, let's wait and see!...Miao Rou's heart was filled with inexplicable fear. Could these needles be the ones Qian Mian Zhen Jun had shot at her just now

But at such a short distance, at such a fast speed, how could Ye Fan possibly catch these needles

Qian Mian Zhenjun was also taken aback. He had also transformed into others many times to fight Ye Fan, but most of the time, he used the martial arts of those people to attack. Even if he was defeated by Ye Fan, he wouldn't think much of it.

However, now he is showing his true form with a hundred eyes, has recovered his true body, and even caught the bloodthirsty divine needle. This surprised the Thousand-Faced True Monarch.

"The God of War truly lives up to his name." Qianmian Zhenjun suddenly let out a sly chuckle.

"Oh, you recognize me" Ye Fan was a little surprised, but he couldn't remember where he had met this Thousand-Faced True Monarch.

However, Qian Mian Zhenjun did not answer him. He murmured to himself, "To be able to dare to accept in this situation, and even be able to take my divine needles, you are the first."

"Alright, alright. Your acupuncture skills are truly impressive. If it weren't for my own proficiency in martial arts, I wouldn't have been able to withstand the power of your needles."

Ye Fan said humbly, but this time he wasn't lying. If his mastery of fingertip magic hadn't reached a certain level, he would never dare to confront the divine needles of True Monarch Qian Mian head-on.

Because this Qianmian Zhenjun's acupuncture technique was extremely unique, both in angle and speed, it surpassed everyone else. Even compared to He Liang, the renowned flying knife user from Longya, it was significantly more skillful.

With this divine needle, I'm afraid very few people would dare to accept it.

"Is that so Then I wonder if you can handle this."

Qian Mian Zhenjun said as he waved his sleeve, a large團 of silver-white flying needles shot out, rushing towards Ye Fan like a whirlwind.

He was using the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers technique. It looked random and aimless, but Ye Fan could clearly feel that the rain of flying needles was primarily targeting him.

Ye Fan's hand was merciless, he leaped into the air with a mystical technique, scooping up those flying needles one by one. He even took the time to help Miao Rou, who was caught in the crossfire, out of danger. Ye Fan performed a graceful mid-air spin and landed lightly beside Miao Rou, whose face was slightly pale.

But his two finger gaps were already filled with divine needles.

Miao Rou's face turned pale, and she looked at Ye Fan with some fear. Even Qian Mian Zhenjun wasn't doing well either, staring straight at Ye Fan for a long time without saying a word.

"To be the first one who dares to hold all my bloodthirsty needles in your hand…" Qian Mian Zhenjun's words couldn't hide his feelings of astonishment.

"You mean this embroidery needle It's nothing special, really."

Ye Fan lifted the needle between his fingers, a mischievous smile on his face.

This Qianmian Zhenjun is truly skilled with his acupuncture. Such a high-level talent, someone like this is hard to come by for Ye Fan. Meeting one today, he naturally wants to spar with him. That's why Ye Fan didn't choose to dodge immediately and instead took all the flying needles shot at him.

But when he raised the flying needles in his hand, seeing the eerie blood red on top, a strange expression appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he threw away those flying needles, exclaiming, "Could there be poison on these needles"

This almost eerie blood-red color, Ye Fan dared to conclude, was definitely not something the thousand true monarchs had painted on those flying needles for aesthetics. These, if he wasn't mistaken, were crane's top red!

When Qian Bai Zhenjun heard Ye Fan's words, he was even more speechless.

Ye Fan cursed inwardly, this pervert, what's the point of carrying these poisonous embroidery needles around What if he accidentally pricks himself Wouldn't that be courting death

If he had known earlier that there were mothers on these needles, he wouldn't have dared to accept them even if you gave him a hundred times the courage. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he didn't want to take the risk. You see, those poisoned needles are deadly upon contact with blood.

He is now looking at the needles on the ground, and he can't help but be afraid. This bastard is too cunning.

Who would have thought, he was so insidious. Not only did he launch a sneak attack on others, but he also tampered with the hidden weapon and cursed him to suffer in eighteen layers of hell after his death.

Yǐ zhè zhēn wéi shénme Yè Fán sū rán yǒu zhendyì gè hěn shú xī de gǎn jué.

He looked closely, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He exclaimed, "You are the masked man who was bungee jumping at the bungee jumping site that day! You were the one who shot and killed him!"

Ye Fan suddenly remembered that day at the bungee jumping site, when he was testing with Coach Wang. After winning, Coach Wang told him the truth, just as he was getting to the most crucial part, someone had sabotaged them.

And that shadowy individual, was he also using flying needles

Furthermore, the flying needles were also laced with poison. If it hadn't been for Jiang Xue who was present at the time and acted decisively to cut a piece of flesh off Coach Wang, I'm afraid Coach Wang would have died instantly.

Unexpectedly, the person from that day turned out to be this Thousand-Faced True Monarch.

Thus, wouldn't Qian Mian Zhenjun have already harbored thoughts of killing himself

Ye Fan was truly taken aback. He never knew there were so many masters in Linhai City, and each one was more powerful than the last. However, they all shared one common characteristic: they all wanted him dead.

"Hehehe. I'm afraid it seems to be too late for you to know." Qianmian Zhenjun suddenly burst into a series of giggles.

Ye Fan frowned, "What are you laughing at Do you think you can still escape today"

"Why should I flee Why should I, the Thousand-Faced True Monarch, who has never shown my true face in my entire life, let you see my true face and my true power today"

After Qian Mian Zhenjun finished speaking, he immediately shot towards Ye Fan like lightning, his speed not inferior to Ye Fan's.

And his fighting style was exactly the same as Pig Demon Kong Hua's, Ye Fan hurriedly dodged and exclaimed, "You also know Residual Shadow Fist"

He was upset. How come it seemed like everyone in the world suddenly knew this move

Qian Mian Zhenjun, however, burst into laughter and said: "It's the Shape and Intent Fist."

As he spoke, his movements accelerated again, and he was actually able to keep up with Ye Fan's speed.

Ye Fan's heart trembled again. The legendary Residual Shadow Fist and Form Intent Fist were two unparalleled martial arts, both renowned for their agility. However, there were few who practiced these two styles, and even fewer who could master and use them freely.

Even with Ye Fan's current strength, he had only learned the second layer of the Phantom Fist and was unable to break through further. Looking at this Thousand True Monarch's movements, his speed was no slower than his own. Could it be that his form style fist had also reached the second layer

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Yeah, my bad for the error. I apologize to everyone. I'll add an extra chapter as compensation. Things have been a bit rough lately, with a few trips to the hospital and shorter coding time. So please bear with me., muttering to himself: "She, who is she"He suddenly stopped, almost bumping into Duan Lingxing who was beside him. Hearing this, he asked with a questioning tone, "Which one"Like your aunt who loves...