e logistics director beside her, "Get the car ready, we're going out for a while."The head of logistics said, "Principal, where are you going"Zhang Yunxiu said, "Where else can we go Of course, we hav...Song Aoshuang's mouth curled into a sneer, "You guys even want to catch up to me Even if you learn a few clumsy moves, you're still trash."

After finishing her words, she immediately started fighting the people in front of her. She did it all by herself, not even asking her companions for help.

Although Tang Kui and his men were imposing and numerous, their cultivation levels were several tiers lower than the woman's.

He Pengfei rushed to the front and was kicked in the abdomen by Song Aoshuang, flying out directly.

Tang Kui closely pursued her, and when she caught him by the shoulders, with a yank and a release, there was a snap—his arm had dislocated.

Others were the same, none could land a blow, and soon they were all knocked to the ground.

Those around her were taken aback by her ferocity and quickly moved aside, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

"Trash!"

Song Aoshuang glanced at the few people with a proud face, then shouted again: "Ye Bufan, come out quickly, or I'll tear down your clinic."

At this moment, Ye Bufan had just finished treating a patient. He put down his pen and walked over.

Walking up to Tang Kui, I reached out and gently brushed his shoulder. With a click, his dislocated arm immediately went back into place.

Tang Kui was gritting his teeth in pain and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Ye Ye. This woman is truly despicable."

Song Aoshuang's expression changed slightly. Just now, she used what could be considered a unique technique; ordinary people would be unable to relocate a dislocated arm.

Even if he did it himself, he wouldn't have done it so easily.

Even so, she didn't mind too much. After all, he was just a small doctor; not someone worthy of Song Miss's attention.

"Are you Ye Bufan"

She asked, with a look of arrogant disdain.

"Yes, it's me."

"Do you have a thousand-year ginseng in your hand"

"You're right, I just happen to have one."

After this woman's outburst, Ye Bufan understood somewhat. The reason why someone had been publicizing his acquisition of the millennium ginseng yesterday wasn't to advertise Xinglin Garden, but to cause him trouble.

Song Aoshuang said with joy, "That's great! Hurry up and hand over the ginseng, I just need it."

Ye Bufan's lips curled into a sneer: "Where did you hear that I have a thousand-year-old Yang ginseng in my hands"

Song Aoshuang said, “Need I say more The news that you've photographed a millennium ginseng is all over the internet now, occupying the top headlines on many websites.”

"Since you've seen the news, you should know that I spent 50 million to buy this millennium ginseng. You just want it for free Why should I give it to you"

"Me…" Song Aoshuang's expression froze, then she arrogantly said, "Why Just because I happen to need this ginseng, hand it over quickly."

Ye Bufan said: “What if I don’t”

Song Aoshuang pointed to the people beside her and said, "Don't provoke me, or they will be your fate. I need this ginseng, and you happen to have it, which means I am destined to have it."

"Since fate has brought you to me, you are mine. What makes you think I wouldn't take you"

"That makes sense, it sounds quite reasonable."

Ye Bufan let out a cold smile and raised his right hand, saying, “My hand is getting itchy, and your face happens to be right in front of me. It seems like we're destined to meet.”

After he finished speaking, he slapped her across the face. The slap was incredibly fast; Song Aoshuang didn't have any time to react and was sent flying by the blow.

Ye Bufan, after beating someone, looked at his own palm and said with a playful smile, "Sure enough, it's fate. When you fight, it sounds loud and satisfying!"

"Damn you, you dare hit me!"

Song Aoshuang was so angry she could spit fire. No one had ever dared to hit her face in all these years.

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a flash in front of her eyes, followed by a sharp pain on her face. She had been slapped hard again.

"Do I need to prove that again" Ye Bufan sneered.

Even a small yellow-ranked late stage warrior dares to come here to cause trouble, if I don't give the other party some color to see, they really think I'm easy to bully.

Song Aoshuang got up from the ground again and glared at Ye Bufan, saying: "You dare to attack me, Song Aoshuang You're so ignorant!"

As she spoke, a fierce aura emanated from her, surging forth like a tempestuous sea, causing those standing beside her to instinctively step back.

"Ye Bufan, you've gotten yourself into big trouble today!"

"Hand over the thousand-year ginseng quickly, and then mutilate one of your arms. I might consider letting you live. Otherwise, I'll cripple you and destroy your Peach Blossom Garden."

The people behind her also came to their senses, standing beside Song Aoshuang, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight at any moment.

Ye Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "As a martial artist, to bully the weak and seize other people's wealth is a lack of virtue. "

Though one's cultivation is low, they look down on others with arrogance and ignorance.

"To make trouble at Xinyelin Garden at random and provoke my authority is to seek death."

He strode forward, his eyes fixed on Song Aoshuang with a cold glare. "Although Xinglin Courtyard isn't some martial arts holy land, it's certainly not a place where you lowlifes can run amok."

"Get out now while you still can, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Make me regret Just you Hand over the thousand-year ginseng, or you're done for!"

Song Aoshuang remained arrogant, despite having been slapped twice in a row, leaving her cheeks swollen.

But in her eyes, it was her own carelessness, the other party's sneak attack. If they had a real fight, this young pretty boy would definitely not be her match.

"Overreaching!"

Ye Bufan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and immediately followed up with another slap.

For a woman like that who doesn't know her place, just smack her!

This time Song Aoshuang had added one hundred and twenty points of caution, giving it her all, fully concentrating. However, this slap still managed to land, sending her flying again with a resounding smack.

“Me…,” she started, her face contorting from disbelief to fury as she launched a vicious kick aimed squarely at Ye Bufan’s face.

This kick was powerful and heavy, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Even steel pipes could be kicked apart by it.

Ye Bufan stood there motionless, like a tall, straight spear.

Seeing Song Aoshuang's foot kick towards him, he suddenly punched out, striking hard at the sole of her foot.

Generally speaking, the strength of one's arms is not enough to match that of their legs, unless there is a huge difference in cultivation level.

Seeing Ye Bufan actually meet her kick with his fist, a ruthless look flashed across her face. In her eyes, this young man was dead for sure.

Fists and feet met with a resounding boom. Ye Bufan remained standing, like a javelin planted in the ground, unmoved.

But Song Aoshuang, as if shot out of a cannon, flew outward for more than ten meters with a whoosh and crashed into a big tree at the doorway.

The force of the blow was tremendous, and a tree as thick as a man's torso was shaken violently from side to side. Leaves rustled and fell to the ground in a flurry.

At this time, Song Aoshuang felt as if a thousand-jin hammer had smashed her right foot. It was numb and lost all feeling. She found it extremely difficult to even stand up.

Now she finally understood that the other party's cultivation level was far higher than hers, completely beyond her reach.

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