When he heard this, the fat man's face immediately turned red, and he quickly shouted to Ye Fan: "Brother, wait a minute, if you weren't here, I would still be so powerful that I wouldn't let these bastards be fooled. Just wait a moment."
, I will leave a mark on each of them before I leave."
After saying this, the fat man rubbed his hands and walked towards the people lying on the ground with a sinister smile. Hearing the footsteps approaching step by step, everyone on the ground felt a trace of fear in their hearts.
They were frightened, wondering how this damn fat man would torture them.
"Hey, Young Master Feilu, I seem to remember that you were the one who shouted the most loudly just now, right?" The fat man said teasingly, "Hey, let's start with you first."
This made the young man whom the fat man called Feilu turn red in the face, and he was filled with shame and anger. At the same time, he stared at the fat man and shouted sternly: "If you admit that you are a noble warrior, let that person lift the restrictions on us.
, challenge me to a duel and rely on others, what kind of tricks do you think this is?"
"Huh, idiot, since you talk so much, I'll just leave a mark on your face!" The fat man flicked his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and the long sword stabbed out like a poisonous dragon! The target was very close at hand.
The face of the Filipino young man!
In fact, Young Master Feilu's cultivation level is not much lower than Fatty's, which is why he shouted just now. However, now that all his skills are controlled by Ye Fan, he doesn't even have the slightest power to fight back. A pair of eyes stares at him with hatred.
With the long sword stabbing at him like lightning, panic showed on his pale face!
The tip of the sword has penetrated the flesh! Blood has flowed out!
"Killing is just a matter of bowing your head, so why do you do this to others!" Suddenly a voice sounded, and there was a "Dang!" sound, and a bright light flew diagonally at an incredible speed, hitting the sword thrust out by the fat man.
On your body!
The fat man's body shook wildly! That bright light seemed to contain the most pure and earth-shattering skills! It actually scattered the magical weapons he summoned.
Under the powerful impact, the fat man took seven or eight staggered steps back before he stabilized his body! He was shocked and shocked! Unexpectedly, there was such a master here, who was it?!
This kind of skill is probably much higher than mine. Even some seniors in the family can't compare with it! Could it be that after beating the younger one, the older one comes?! The person here is the bastard Fei Lu.
The seniors in the family are not successful!
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was also slightly stunned. Although he had long known that someone had been secretly paying attention to the situation here, he always thought that person was just one of these people watching the fun, but he never thought that he would suddenly
Will take action.
Turning his head slightly, he saw a tall and slender young man, dressed in white as snow, with a shining golden crown, and a snow-white silk scarf covering his face, standing quietly on a table five feet away from him, his hands empty.
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He didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, but Ye Fan knew that this man had struck out with lightning speed, struck and retreated, and then put away his magic weapon again. At this time, he was looking at himself curiously, just that kind of
His eyes seemed to be looking at a rather interesting toy!
But suddenly the masked boy's eyes glowed with cold light, he sneered, landed lightly on the ground, and pressed towards Ye Fan and the fat man.
"Your Excellency, it seems a bit rude to hide your head and tail like this, or are you just too secretive for the audience because you look too good for the audience?" Ye Fan turned around, looked at the masked boy quietly, and sneered.
"Who do you think you are? You don't deserve to see my true face!" The masked boy stepped forward, waved his hands and the magic weapon reappeared in his hands, and then took a step seven or eight meters away, fiercely hitting one of the fat man's arms.
Chop away.
"Hey, you'll know if I'm worthy or not in a moment!" Hearing the arrogant words of the masked boy, Ye Fan first raised his eyebrows, and then moved a few feet away without any warning.
A half-moon-shaped light blade came out from the hand, and with a 'clang' sound, it blocked the attack of the masked boy for the fat man, and then he carried the fat man in a flash and jumped ten feet away.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the masked boy made a slightly cold voice, his tone full of surprise. At this time, his hand was still in the air, and the magic weapon had not taken it away. Apparently, he was a little puzzled that Ye Fan could block his attack.
I didn't expect that this person would act so blatantly with murderous intentions as soon as he came up. A ray of coldness flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he slowly uttered three words: "Long Haotian?"
"I didn't expect you to recognize me. Hey, it seems that this veil is useless!" With a cold smile, the masked boy slowly reached out and took off his own veil. It was not Long Hao, the only purple-clad saint in the Holy Court.
God, who else could it be?
At this moment, Young Master Feilu suddenly raised his lowered head and shouted at Long Haotian: "Cousin, save me!!"
"Trash, what a disgrace to your family!" Looking at his cousin who lowered his head like an ostrich, Long Haotian was furious. If it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't have taken action.
Although the fat man asked Ye Fan to help him block Long Haotian's attack this time, the unexpected blow earlier still caused him some injuries. At this time, he spit out a mouthful of blood and sneered:
"So it's you, you bastard. Today you are standing up for your unsatisfactory cousin! Fatty, I have tolerated you for a long time. Damn it, I have long been used to seeing your arrogant behavior. Today, we are having old and new grudges.
Got it.".
"It's up to you, damn fat man, and I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Killing you is as easy as crushing a bedbug!" After saying this coldly, Long Haolong waved his hands, and then a green light enveloped the fat man.
Ye Fan sneered, grabbed the fat man, and sent him far away. Then he also summoned the gourd sword, and with a light strike, he broke the green glow swung by Long Haotian.
"It seems that your Excellency is also a master who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Since the majestic Purple-clothed Saint is always chasing after a white-clothed Saint, you really lose the face of your noble Purple-clothed Saint!" Ye Fan said sarcastically.
"Looking at you, you are also a holy son, but it is your misfortune to meet me, and you have a bad mouth, so I will torture you to death today!" Long Haotian descended from the sky, first using his heavenly power
He used a shield to protect himself, and then rushed towards Ye Fan as fast as lightning.
"Torture me to death?" Ye Fan sneered while blocking Long Haotian's attack: "Let's not talk about who tortured whom to death. This is the Holy Sea Tiangong. Do you really dare to kill someone?"
"Humph, so what about the Holy Sea Tiangong, they are only a nine-star power, and our Long family is also a nine-star power, do we still have any scruples about the Holy Sea Tiangong?
And you started the trouble here, even if you die, everyone will think that you brought it upon yourself, who would dare to blame me." At this time, Long Haotian showed a fierce look.
"Really?" Ye Fan still looked very calm. Seeing his appearance, Long Haotian felt something was wrong in his heart. Facing himself, the only purple-clothed saint in the Holy Academy for a hundred years, how could the other party look like this?
So confident, is there anything he can't rely on?
No, the opponent is just a golden-clothed saint, and he is not at the same level as himself. Even with some methods, there is no chance of winning. The purple-clothed saint is invincible at the same time. It is not a joke, and he is the only purple-clothed saint.
Damn it, he must be pretending to be calm and calm, trying to delay time.
Thinking of this, Long Haotian felt at ease and sneered: "Boy, you don't have to waste your efforts. Delaying time is just in vain. With the strength of your golden-clothed saint, you have been able to resist me for so long. It seems that you really have the ability."
He has the potential to become a purple-robed saint, but in the Holy Court, one purple-robed saint is enough, so you might as well suffer death."
"Really?" There was a hint of ridicule in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He didn't expect that this bastard would actually have this idea, but he didn't know that he was the only purple-clothed saint in the Holy Court, but he was the world's leader.
The only saint in black.
If he had a family to rely on, he would have so many worries and would have cut this bastard into pieces long ago. But when he thought of this, Ye Fan felt hatred and helplessness towards those bastards from the Huangfu family, but he and them
The account must be settled sooner or later.
Looking at Ye Fan who was in deep thought, Long Haotian said coldly: "Why are you afraid? Don't worry, I will let you die very comfortably." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and lowered it, and four black lights pointed towards Ye Fan.
Shoot away.
"It doesn't matter if a person is ignorant. If you are ignorant and don't know yourself, that would be a bit sad!" Ye Fan dodged the three black lights with light steps.
However, he suddenly approached Long Haotian. When Long Haotian saw Ye Fan coming to the door automatically, he felt happy and didn't take it seriously at all. He stretched out his hand and pushed it out, and suddenly shot towards Ye Fan secretly with a strong force.
Seeing this, Ye Fan sneered in his heart, but without any expression on his face, he slapped his palm casually, and with a 'whoosh' sound, he faced Long Haotian's palms.
"Boom boom boom boom!" This time Long Haotian was careless and didn't know Ye Fan's true strength. He actually stepped back dozens of steps with one palm. When he was about to stand still, he realized that the opponent's palm was extremely powerful.
He was unsure of his footing. Fortunately, he had a solid foothold, but he felt that his upper body was leaning backwards. He hurriedly put his right foot on the ground, jumped back, and took advantage of the situation to open up more than ten feet.
When he fell to the ground, the palm force had not been resolved, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before standing still. As a result, he and Ye Fan were already more than ten feet apart, but they were not far apart from the fat man.
Far away.
At this time, he was inexplicably frightened and angry. The spectators and the young men lying on the ground were also puzzled. They all thought: "What kind of mystery is this guy Long Haotian doing? Why is he retreating and jumping, jumping and retreating?
what the hell?"
Among the people at the scene, except for Ye Fan himself, I am afraid that only Fatty knew something. After all, he had seen Ye Fan's explosive abnormal strength with his own eyes during the last bloody fantasy escape.
Long Haotian was stunned, and immediately woke up, glared into the void, and shouted: "A real man is upright, how can he hurt people with secret arrows?" He expected that someone was secretly helping Ye Fan, most likely the family elders behind Ye Fan, otherwise Ye Fan alone would
No human being can be so powerful.
After saying this, seeing no one responding in the void for a long time, Long Haotian roared angrily, but this time he used all his strength. The vibration of the heavenly power on the sword even rippled the air. It is conceivable that this sword
How powerful it is.
With a "whistling" sound, a sword suddenly struck Ye Fan's head. Unexpectedly, something happened on the way. The fat man standing next to Long Haotian suddenly jumped forward and punched him hard.
On the bridge of Long Haolong's nose, blood immediately flowed out.
Long Haotian was originally several realms higher than Fatty Leng, and he was also the Holy Son in Purple Clothes, but who would have expected that Fatty, who had been relying on Ye Fan to block his attacks just now, and who had no power to fight back against him, actually dared to
He launched a sneak attack on himself and became so hasty that he couldn't dodge. When everyone saw it, they all laughed.
Ye Fan also suppressed his smile and said: "Fat man, get out of here!"
As soon as the fat man succeeded, he had been ordered to hide behind Ye Fan, and he couldn't help but reply: "That guy's nose was really easy to hit, I have to feel it on his face later!"
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Hearing Fatty Fatty's words, Long Haotian's body suddenly shook a few times, and his throat felt sweet. He quickly pressed it down, but it made Fatty so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"I will make sure you die a good death today!" After suppressing the blood in his throat, Long Haotian showed a malicious look, stared at Fatty and Ye Fan fiercely and said viciously.
"Hehe, that might disappoint you." Ye Fan responded casually, then turned around and smiled at the fat man: "You hit me at the right time, haha!"
"Disappointed?" Seeing Ye Fan's attitude, as if he didn't want to fight anymore, Long Haotian couldn't react for a moment. Could it be that the other party was stimulated and didn't have a clear mind, thinking that this matter was just a matter of course.
Can we let it go?
However, the next moment, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, and he finally understood why Ye Fan had such an expression.
"Iron-Blooded Lord has arrived!" With the sound of footsteps, a group of soldiers wrapped in thick armor from head to toe appeared in front of everyone, and a strong bloody murderous aura rushed towards them. This was definitely a scene that had experienced real swords and guns.
The murderous aura that can only be generated by fighting on the battlefield, and the strength is so strong that Ye Fan can't help but secretly be speechless.
"Let's end this matter here!" Suddenly a passage was opened among the guards, and a middle-aged man covered in light scale armor came out. He glanced at the already messy imperial dining room and said coldly.
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Seeing the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest, everyone on the scene turned their attention to it. When they saw the person clearly, everyone had different expressions.
"The Iron-Blooded Lord of the Holy Sea Celestial Dynasty?" When he first saw this person, Long Haotian's arrogance was reduced a lot. He called him a little respectful, and then showed a trace of doubt as to why he appeared here.
The visitor gave a cold 'hmm', and then said in an extremely cold voice: "This is the Holy Sea Palace, do you know what you are doing?"
"Humph, of course I know." Long Haotian responded unwillingly.
"How reckless!" Upon hearing these words, the Iron-Blooded Guardsmen who came in all stepped forward. Suddenly, the temperature within a radius of dozens of feet suddenly dropped, and a faint cold air appeared.