The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Ye Fan rubbed his red palms and sneered: "If you beg for mercy now, I can consider letting you go."

Qiu Qianren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still filled with stubbornness and ferocity. "Humph, you want me to beg for mercy? Absolutely impossible! I, Qiu Qianren, have been in the martial arts world for many years, how could I bow down to a little beggar like you."

After saying that, he attacked Ye Fan again.

Although Qiu Qianren's attack was determined, it was obviously less fierce than before. His body was as fast as lightning, and his iron sand palm was swung out again, bringing a gust of wind. However, Ye Fan was prepared, and he dodged the attack easily.

"You are so stubborn!" Ye Fan shouted angrily, and once again used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The palm wind whistled, and the momentum was majestic, and he went straight to Qiu Qianren.

Qiu Qianren was startled when he saw this, but there was no way out now, so he had to bite the bullet and wave his palm to meet the attack again.

With a loud "bang", the palm forces of the two collided again.

This time, Qiu Qianren was shocked and retreated repeatedly, spurting out blood again. His face became even paler, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Master Yideng was extremely anxious when he saw this. He knew that if this continued, Qiu Qianren would surely lose his life. So he quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Qiu Qianren.

"Boss Ye, please show mercy!" Master Yideng said, his voice full of urgency and sincerity. "Although Ci'en is controlled by evil thoughts, he is not a bad person. Boss Ye, please give him a chance to reform."

Ye Fan looked at Master Yideng, then looked at Qiu Qianren, whose face was full of pain, and his heart moved slightly.

"Master, this man is so stubborn, is it really worth giving him a chance?" Ye Fan asked with a frown.

Master Yideng nodded slightly and said, "Boss Ye, the terrible thing about evil thoughts is that they can deceive people's hearts. Although Ci'en is deeply trapped in evil thoughts at the moment, as long as we give him a glimmer of hope, he may wake up."

Ye Fan nodded and said, "Since the master has begged for mercy, I can forgive his disrespect to me. But after all, he killed two people from my Beggars' Sect, so he must give an explanation to my Beggars' Sect. How about this, as long as he receives three more palm strikes from me, the matter will be written off."

Master Yideng frowned slightly, turned to look at Qiu Qianren, and seeing that he looked a little evasive, he smiled indifferently at Ye Fan and said:

"Since Ci'en is my disciple, and he has made a mistake, I, as his master, should bear these three blows for him."

Qiu Qianren's expression was somewhat complicated at this time, but for the sake of his own life and property, he chose to remain silent.

Ye Fan sneered and said, "Since Master wants to die for someone, I will grant your wish."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to Master Yideng, exerted 80% of his internal strength, and shouted, "Here comes the first palm."

He pushed out his right palm suddenly, and the palm wind whistled towards Master Yideng.

Master Yideng closed his eyes, chanted "Amitabha", and took the palm strike head-on.

With a loud "bang", Master Yideng was knocked back a few steps by the palm force, with blood flowing out of his mouth.

But he endured the pain, stood firm, and waited for Ye Fan's second palm.

Ye Fan looked at Master Yideng's injured appearance and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

But he still hardened his heart and shouted loudly: "The second palm is coming."

This palm looked powerful, but it didn't even use 50% of its strength.

However, when his palm touched Master Yideng's body, he suddenly pressed his acupoints, and then used Tai Chi power to knock him away, and he fell heavily on the snow, motionless.

Qiu Qianren, who was standing by, thought that Master Yideng was beaten to death by Ye Fan. His eyes were bloodshot and he roared in grief and anger: "You little bastard! How dare you do this! I will fight you!"

Qiu Qianren was furious and rushed towards Ye Fan regardless of everything.

However, he was seriously injured, and as soon as he moved, the injuries in his body were affected, and blood spurted out of his mouth again, but he ignored it completely, and his eyes were filled with only anger and hatred towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, however, had a calm expression. He looked at Qiu Qianren who was rushing at him like a mad tiger, shook his head slightly, and sighed, "It's a pity for this master. He only lasted two of the three palms and died."

After hearing this, Qiu Qianren was stunned for a long time, and then he said to Ye Fan calmly: "There is still one palm left, you can kill me too."

Ye Fan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll send you and your disciple on your journey together."

After saying that, he used the tenth level of his power and slapped Qiu Qianren on the head.

Qiu Qianren only felt a powerful force rushing towards him, as if it was going to tear his body apart.

At the moment of life and death, his life story flashed through his mind quickly.

Ever since he mastered the astonishing Iron Sand Palm, he has been able to run rampant in this turbulent world.

Wherever he went, there was blood and gore.

And he also relied on his superb martial arts to kill and hurt others wantonly.

During these long years, almost no one could stop him from moving forward, let alone make him suffer setbacks and failures.

However, the only defeat that left a deep impression on him was the thrilling battle with Zhou Botong many years ago.

At that time, although he tried his best, he was ultimately defeated by the martial arts genius and had to flee in panic all the way to the distant Western Regions.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. In the end, he successfully scared away the relentless old naughty boy with his wisdom and clever tricks.

But at this moment, facing the shadow of death that Ye Fan was approaching step by step, he deeply felt the unprecedented fear and helplessness.

This feeling was a great shame for him who had always been conceited and arrogant.

When the horrifying word "death" appeared in his mind for the first time, he couldn't help but feel extremely regretful.

Because he suddenly realized that if his life ended here, then everything he had in the past would come to nothing, and there would never be a chance to make up for or redeem the sins and mistakes he had committed.

At this moment, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning: "It turns out that being killed is such a tragic thing, but when I killed others in the past, weren't those innocent victims equally miserable?"