" Ye Wuming suddenly looked at Ye Fan and pleaded."You tell me, if I can do it, I'll do my best."Ye Fan suddenly felt that Ye Wuming was actually just a pitiful person. He had spent his whole life bei...Miao Rou's heart was filled with unexplainable fear. Could these needles be the ones Qian Mian Zhenjun had shot at her just now

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

Qian Mian Zhenjun was also astonished. He had disguised himself many times to fight Ye Fan, but most of the time it was just through martial arts attacks. Even if he was defeated by Ye Fan, he wouldn't feel anything unusual.

But now, he appeared in his true form, revealing his true self. He had recovered his original body and even caught the Bloodthirsty Divine Needle! This surprised the Thousand-Faced True Monarch greatly.

"The name 'War God' truly lives up to its reputation." Qian Mian Zhenjun suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"Oh, you know me" Ye Fan was a little surprised, but he couldn't remember where he had met this Qianmian Zhenjun.

The Thousand Faced True Lord did not answer his words, but muttered to himself: "To be able to dare to accept in this situation, and to be able to withstand my divine needles, you are the first."

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

Ye Fan said very humbly, but this time he wasn't lying. If his mastery of the art of instant creation hadn't reached a certain level, he wouldn't dare to face Qian Mian Zhenjun's divine needles head-on.

Because this Qianmian Zhenjun's needle-shooting technique was extremely unique, both in terms of angle and speed, it surpassed everyone else by a considerable margin. It even outshone He Liang, the renowned flying knife expert from Longya, by quite a bit.

With this Divine Needle, I'm afraid not many people would dare to take it.

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

Qian Mian Zhenjun said, then with a wave of his sleeve, a large ball of silver-white flying needles shot out, rushing towards Ye Fan like lightning and thunder.

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

Ye Fan's movements were decisive. He leaped into the air, using a mysterious technique to snatch the flying needles from mid-air. He even took the opportunity to protect Miao Rou who had been caught in the crossfire. Ye Fan executed a graceful half-spin in midair and landed lightly beside Miao Rou, whose face was slightly pale.

And in the slits between his fingers, there were already crammed full of divine needles.

Miao Rou's face turned pale, and she looked at Ye Fan with some fear. As for Qian Mian Zhenjun, he was not doing much better either. He stared straight at Ye Fan for a long time without saying a word.

"To have all my bloodthirsty needles attached to your hand, you are the first," Qianmian Zhenjun's words were laced with a hint of surprise.

"You mean this embroidery needle There's nothing special about it, really."

Ye Fan raised the needle he was holding between his fingers, and said with a smile.

This Qian Mian Zhenjun is truly a master of acupuncture. This level of talent is something Ye Fan can rarely encounter. Since he met one today, he naturally wants to have a good competition with him. That's why Ye Fan didn't choose to dodge at the first time 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 them, a strange expression appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he threw away the flying needles, exclaiming, “Could it be that these needles are poisonous”

This almost eerie blood red, Ye Fan dared to conclude, was definitely not something the thousand true monarchs had painted on those flying needles for aesthetic purposes. These, if he wasn't mistaken, were vermillion cinnabar!

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 embroidered needles on his body for no reason What if he accidentally pricks himself That wouldn't be playing with his life, would it

If he had known beforehand that there were mothers on these needles, even if you gave him a hundred sets of guts, he wouldn't have dared to take them. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he didn't want to take the risk. You see, those poisoned needles were instant death upon contact with blood.

He was now looking at the needles on the ground, and couldn't help but feel a chill. This bastard was too cunning.

Who would have thought, he was so insidious, stealing an attack on others is enough, and even tampered with the hidden weapon, cursing him to die after ten eighteen layers of hell

Why are these needles Ye Fan suddenly felt a very familiar feeling.

He looked closely, and suddenly his mind flashed. He exclaimed, “You are the masked man from the bungee jumping site that day! You are the one who shot Wang Coach!”

Ye Fan suddenly remembered that day when he was bungee jumping with Coach Wang. After winning him, Coach Wang told him the truth, but just as he reached the most crucial point, he was secretly targeted.

And that clandestine person, was he also using flying needles

Furthermore, the flying needle was also laced with poison. If it weren't for Jiang Xue who was present at the time and acted decisively by cutting a piece of flesh from 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.

In that case, wouldn't Qian Mian Zhenjun have already had thoughts of killing himself

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

"Hee hee hee. It seems like you know things too late." Qianmian Zhenjun suddenly burst into a hee hee laugh.

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

"Why should I flee As the Thousand-Faced True Monarch, I have never shown my true face in my life. Today, I will let you see my true face and my true power."

After Qian Mian Zhenjun finished speaking, he dashed towards Ye Fan at lightning speed, his speed not even slower than Ye Fan's.

And his movements were exactly the same as Pig Brother Kong Hua's. Ye Fan dodged hurriedly, exclaiming, "You also know the Shadow Fist"

He felt frustrated, how come it seemed like everyone in the world suddenly knew this trick.

"It's the Form and Intent Fist!" exclaimed Qian Mian Zhenjun with a hearty laugh.

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

Ye Fan's heart trembled again. Legend has it that the Residual Shadow Fist and Xingyi Fist are both peerless martial arts, renowned for their speed and agility. However, few people know these two styles, and even fewer can master them and use them freely.

Even with Ye Fan's current strength, he had only learned the second layer of the Shadow Boxing Technique and could no longer break through. Judging from this Thousand True Monarch's movements, his speed was not inferior to his own. Could it be that his shape boxing technique had also reached the second layer

To the Reader:

Well, it was my mistake. I apologize to everyone. To make up for it, I'll add an extra chapter.Things have been a bit hectic these days, I've been to the hospital a few times and had less time to write, so please forgive me.surprised expression and said, "It's nothing, he just said he wanted to beat me up so badly that even my mother wouldn't recognize me. I have one advantage as a person: I always get revenge. So now I'...