Countless fragments burst into pieces, falling to the ground, and the violent scene was gripping.
Miao Taidou's head was stuck in the middle of the table, his head was bleeding, and his face was full of wood, and he was extremely embarrassed and miserable.
He was 1.9 meters tall and struggled desperately, but Ye Fan was still pressed firmly, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.
This scene scared most of the people in the audience, and their expressions were as dull as before.
No one expected that Ye Fan was so fierce that he not only ignored Miao Taidou's qualifications, but also dared to blow his head in public.
Duanmuchang first reacted and shouted: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"
"Bastard, do you dare to touch Mr. Miao?"
Feng Yao also roared angrily: "I'll kill you."
After saying that, she drew her sword and rushed forward.
Seven or eight elite Miao soldiers were also filled with righteous indignation, and took out their weapons and rushed towards Ye Fan with murderous aura.
Without Ye Fan saying anything, Yuan Qingyi tilted his head slightly, and dozens of Wu League children rushed out and blocked Feng Yao and the others directly.
Feng Yao and the others are strong, but the Longdu Martial Alliance is crowded with people, and the two sides are evenly matched and are in a stalemate.
Feng Yao held the sword tightly and shouted: "Yuan Qingyi, what are you doing?"
Yuan Qingyi was determined: "No one can hurt Ye Xunzhang."
"you--"
Feng Yao shouted to Ye Fan: "I tell you, Mr. Miao has something to do, and I want you all to be buried with you."
She wanted to rush out and kill Ye Fan, but she was stared at by the Wumeng children and could not do anything.
Duanmu Chang was also aggressive: "Ye Fan, Yuan Qingyi, do you think about the consequences when you do this?"
"Come on, tell me."
Ye Fan didn't even look at Duanmuchang and Feng Yao, and he pulled out Miao Taidou's face full of blood.
He reached out and patted Miao Taidou's old face: "I'm offending you by saying those words, then what am I now?"
"Sir!"
Miao Taidou recovered and was furious: "If you dare to touch me, you will regret it."
"Bang--"
Ye Fan didn't say nonsense, grabbed his head and knocked at the table again.
There was another loud noise from the wooden table, and another hole was added.
Miao Taidou screamed again, his face full of blood: "Bastard, I won't let you go..."
"I'm still so ignorant, and I don't know how you lived to be seventy years old."
Ye Fan knocked him to the table again, and another stream of blood burst out.
"you……"
Miao Taidou's head hurt, and he felt dizzy, and he felt even more sad and angry.
For decades, he has been aloof, either being praised or awe.
Not only did he call the wind and rain in Miaocheng, but he also had thin faces in other places. But he didn't expect that he would suffer such a big loss today.
How can I make this old face go wrong?
But he didn't dare to yell at Ye Fan anymore, so as not to take action again.
"It seems that I can speak in the right position now."
When Ye Fan saw Miao Taidou suppressed his anger, he kicked him away:
"In the future, you will be beaten by others."
"That is, young people like me are merciful and ruthless. If you are a bastard like Miao Jingyun, you are already dead."
"Get back and tell Miao Jinge that if you want to redeem Miao Jingyun, you can."
"One Miao Zhuifeng, plus one billion, I will sell my face to the Prime Minister Quan and put Miao Jingyun back."
Ye Fan patted his hands and opened the condition: "Or you will just wait to collect his body!"
Miao Taidou fell heavily at Duanmuchang's feet, looking very miserable and very angry, but he didn't dare to challenge again and tried hard to calm down his emotions.
"Ye Fan, Yuan Qingyi, you are too presumptuous."
Seeing that Miao Taidou was injured like this, Ye Fan opened his mouth wide, Duanmuchang could no longer suppress his anger.
"Does this elder really think it doesn't exist?"
"I order you to apologize to Mr. Miao immediately, compensate and allow punishment."
He slapped the table and shouted, "Otherwise I won't let you go."
Ye Fan sneered: "You also want to rely on your seniority?"
"Damn it!"
Duanmuchang's face darkened, his body leaped into the air, and his hands turned into eagle claws and grabbed Yuan Qingyi.
This move is fast and ruthless.
But as soon as he pounced on the way, Yuan Qingyi grabbed his wrist and swung it towards the wall.
She threw Duanmuchang over her shoulder.
"Bang--"
With a loud bang, Duanmuchang collided with the wall like a cannonball, and then he slid to the ground with a muffled groan.
He sat on the ground with his teeth tightly clenched, looking in pain, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Yao and the others were stunned and looked at this scene in horror.
"How is this possible?"
Duanmuchang is a master, why is it so vulnerable to Yuan Qingyi's hands?
Is Duanmu Chang old, or is Yuan Qingyi too powerful?
At the same time, Feng Yao became even more angry and contemptuous of Ye Fan. The man hiding behind the woman was really useless.
Yuan Qingyi stood beside Ye Fan, his voice cold: "Say it again, no one can hurt Ye Fan."
Duanmuchang got up and sat back on a chair and gasped, then stared at Ye Fan and the others and gritted their teeth and shouted:
"Yuan Qingyi, you wait, you will regret it."
He vowed to heaven: "I will definitely drive you out of the Martial Alliance and make you regret what you did today."
Yuan Qingyi smiled without comment.
"Repent? Regret your sister!"
Ye Fan slowly walked to Duanmuchang with a slight banter on his eyes.
Before Duanmuchang could react, Ye Fan raised his kick and kicked Duanmuchang hard.
Duanmuchang is also a master. Ye Fan was also on guard immediately when he showed his hostility. When he saw him kicking, he defended with all his strength.
But before his defense was completed, his body trembled, his abdomen hurt, and he fell to the ground with a thump and a chair.
"ah--"
Duanmuchang screamed, lying on the ground with his feet facing the sky, and the chair also cracked and was incredibly embarrassed.
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "I want to see, why do you make me regret it."
Feng Yao and the others were even more angry when they saw this. Ye Fan was too shameless. He took advantage of Yuan Qingyi's attack on Duanmuchang and wanted to humiliate Elder Duanmu.
"Ye Fan!"
Duanmuchang got up in anger and shouted, "Dare you dare to attack me?"
It is acceptable to be injured by Yuan Qingyi. After all, he took the initiative first, but now Ye Fan kicked someone first, which made him feel embarrassed.
"Ba"
Ye Fan didn't spoil him, and kicked him over again.
Duanmuchang fell heavily to the ground, covered in tea, and was extremely embarrassed. He was angry and desperate.
He saw Ye Fan going to take action twice, but he still couldn't stop Ye Fan's attack.
"Ye Fan, you are too arrogant, too arrogant."
Duanmuchang held his fists tightly: "Not only do you behave in a state of disrespect, you also hit someone for no reason. I will sue you to Jiu Qiansui."
"Beat someone for no reason?"
Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at Duanmuchang with a sneer, and reached out to pat his face without hesitation:
"You are the elder of the Yuanlao Pavilion, I am the first envoy. The entire Martial Alliance, except for the Nine Thousand Years, is the biggest one."
"If you eat enough and make trouble for Miao Taidou, forget it if you come to Longdu League and throw the tea cup. If you see me appear, forget it if you sit down casually."
"But who gave you the courage to roar at me again and again?"
"Who is the disrespectful elder between me and you?"
His voice suddenly sank: "Say!"
Duanmuchang was startled and instinctively took two steps back, his face looked ugly, but his arrogance was reduced by three points.
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "I will give you a chance to apologize, otherwise you, the elder, won't have to do it, and follow Miao Taidou back to Miao City."
Yuan Qingyi took a step forward at the right time and made a move against Duanmuchang.
"you……"
Duanmuchang almost died of anger, but when he saw Ye Fan's cold gaze, he could only suppress his anger.
The world is indeed not just fighting and killing, but this kind of close combat is still up to the fist.
Duanmuchang has already experienced Yuan Qingyi's greatness and knows that he can't challenge Ye Fan.
He took a deep breath and looked at Ye Fan with difficulty and said, "I'm sorry."
"Although this apology is worthless, I still accept it for the sake of the nine thousand years."
Ye Fan rubbed the blood from his hand on Duanmuchang's clothes: "But when I see me in the future, I will still be as far as I can."
Duanmuchang was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to do it, just bit his lip hard.
Miao Taidou completely recovered, touching the bloody mouth on his head, full of hatred and resentment, but he did not get entangled with Ye Fan anymore.
"Walk!"
He decisively took Duanmuchang and the others to evacuate the hall.
"Five tables and chairs, 500 million."
Ye Fan reached out and pointed at the table and chairs on the ground and said, "Get out after giving the money..."