"I'll go! This kid is too crazy, right? Don't he know how strong the iron fist Zhang San and the others have reached?"
"A boy who is so young and energetic usually dies very quickly!"
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Ye Fan's words caused an uproar in the audience. They thought Ye Fan was crazy before, but now they still underestimated Ye Fan.
This person is arrogant and arrogant! The key is that he has no strength, so why is he crazy?
"Bastard! I'll kill you now!" Zhang San of Iron Fist was so angry that he exploded on the spot. No one dared to be so arrogant in front of him. Ye Fan was the only one.
Just as Zhang San of Iron Fist wanted to rush forward to take action, Liu Sanbao suddenly stopped him, "Zhang San! Stop!"
"Master Bao, this kid is too arrogant. I want to give him some color!" Zhang San from Tiequan said coldly with a gloomy expression.
"The ring race is about to begin. If you kill him now, wouldn't I be able to catch the handle? If you want to kill him, you don't have to hurry!" Liu Sanbao reminded lightly.
"Boy! I'll keep your life for the time being! When I get on the ring, I'll take your life!"
Iron Fist Zhang San suppressed his anger and even made a beheading gesture, with the provocation very obvious.
Jumping clown!
Ye Fan snorted coldly, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Soon, Liu Sanbao led his men into the martial arts hall first.
At this time, Master Lei came over and reminded him: "Brother Fan, don't fight one by one! Zhang San and Li Si, iron fist with whirlwind legs, their cooperation is perfect. If you fight them one by one, you will definitely suffer a loss.
Let's break it one by one, and strive for stability."
"It's not enough to worry about mere embroidered flirting legs! Don't worry, I won't lose the game, nor will I cause you to go bankrupt!" Ye Fan patted Lei Ye on the shoulder and said with confidence.
"Then please Brother Fan!" Master Lei hurriedly thanked, but he muttered to himself: Brother Fan, Brother Fan! Don't fight one by one! All my property is counting on you.
A moment later, Ye Fan and the others also entered the martial arts hall.
The forces of both sides sat on one side with the ring as the boundary, while the powerful and powerful people on the scene sat in the audience to watch the game.
At this time, Liu Sanbao sent iron fist Zhang San to fight, while iron fist Zhang San warmed up while throwing provocative eyes at Ye Fan, and even made several moves of wiping his neck.
Compared to his arrogant attitude, Ye Fan seemed very calm and composed.
In his opinion, Zhang San of Iron Fist is just a master with medium strength. Ye Fan doesn't have to worry about this kind of garbage.
But his calmness made Master Lei a little puzzled, because he had clearly reminded Ye Fan that he advised him not to underestimate the enemy.
As a result, Zhang San was warming up the iron fist, and Ye Fan was still sitting there, without any intention of warming up.
So, Master Lei tentatively tentatively and asked: "Brother Fan, you see that Iron Fist Zhang San is warming up. Do you want to warm up? Exercise your muscles and bones?"
"Troubleshooting ants, you can do it with one punch, and you don't need to warm up." Ye Fan shook his head and said in a faint manner.
"Brother Fan, I think you should warm up and warm up. I see that athletes are going on stage and they have to warm up. I heard that warm up can prevent injuries."
Master Lei persuaded him earnestly.
"Master Lei! If you dare to doubt my strength again, be careful that I will be rude to you." Facing Master Lei's chattering voice, Ye Fan was a little displeased.
"Brother Fan! Stop your anger! Stop your anger! How dare you question your strength? I will all follow your arrangements." Lei Ye was so scared that he apologized quickly.
He was worried that the game would be chaotic, and he lost his sense of duty when he spoke just now. This chapter has been completed!