Almost at the same time, Miao Fenglang shouted angrily, pressed his arms violently, and more than a dozen scorpions shot at Ye Fan.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Ye Fan shook his wrist and the silver needle burst into anger.
"Smack--"
More than a dozen scorpions were nailed to the ground by silver needles, and they struggled desperately but could not get out of it.
"ah--"
Seeing this scene, Miao Fenglang felt very distressed.
These scorpions were raised with his heart and soul after he woke up, but they were killed instantly. How could he accept this?
"I'm going to kill you."
Miao Fenglang raised his arm, and a small black snake bounced his body, shooting towards Ye Fan like a sharp arrow.
Ye Fan was slightly shocked, raised his hand, and shot two silver needles, but the little snake quickly avoided it.
Depend on!
When Ye Fan cried out with a secret powerful voice, the little snake had already shot into his presence.
Ye Fan could only poke out two fingers and clamp the little snake's head with lightning.
The little snake's body took advantage of the situation and took a plate to Ye Fan's wrist.
Ye Fan pinched the little snake's head without hesitation.
His reaction was extremely fast. Even so, his fingers and wrists felt a scorching pain.
He was poisoned.
When Ye Fan was slightly stagnant, Miao Fenglang raised his hands again and dozens of centipedes rushed over.
Ye Fan sprinkled the remaining silver needles again and nailed ninety percent of centipedes to the ground.
At the same time, he slapped his palms and slapped five or six centipedes to the ground.
But the palm of my palm hurt again and there were several more wounds.
This Wolf-Sealing Poison is really amazing.
Ye Fan quickly turned into the life and death stone, forced out the toxins, and trampled the centipedes on the ground to death.
"Aren't you afraid of my poison?"
Seeing this scene, Miao Fenglang was shocked. He never expected that his family had been smashed, but Ye Fan was unscathed.
Ye Fan snorted coldly: "A little trick of eagle."
"Then I will fight you."
Miao Fenglang no longer used the poison, and had a long whip in his hand, and his momentum was like a rainbow and thrust towards Ye Fan.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
The long whip is full of wind, and it is as a snake as a lively snake. The whole yard is filled with whip shadows.
Ye Fan exerted force with his feet, his body soared into the air, spinning in the air, calmly avoiding Miao Fenglang's attack.
"Bang!"
The long whip did not slap Ye Fan, but it slammed the wooden door behind him.
Amazing power.
Before Ye Fan could land, he felt that his ankle tightened and had been entangled by a long whip.
Then, a huge force made him lose control and was thrown into the air like a doll.
There is no room for power in the air.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Ye Fan simply did not struggle, grabbed another tiles and shot at Miao Fenglang without any mercy.
Miao Fenglang's face changed drastically, his knees knelt on the ground, his body leaned back, and an iron bridge, all the tiles fell into nothing.
Pulling this gap, Ye Fan pulled away the long whip, landed on the ground with his feet, and his body retreated.
The next second, the two of them fought each other again, both of them moving very fast and like lightning.
In a moment, I had fought more than thirty moves.
Ye Fan had to admit that Miao Fenglang was extremely powerful, especially his body skills were even more agile than Miao Fenghuang and Bai You.
In the past thirty years, it seems that Miao Fenglang is not simply sleeping, but his body has also been tempered.
There is no doubt that Miao Fenghuang has been improving his physique and has changed it for thirty years.
"Bang bang bang!"
During the fierce battle and separation, Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced, and instantly bullied Miao Fenglang.
A series of fists were hit.
The momentum is strong and the force is heavy.
But this series of fists was blocked by Miao Fenglang.
The greater Ye Fan's power, the greater his blocking power. Ye Fan's speed is faster, and he follows him faster. In short, Miao Fenglang kept fighting with Ye Fan's rhythm.
Thirty-six punches, fist to the flesh.
"Haha, it's cool, it's so cool!"
Miao Fenglang suddenly seemed to have forgotten his hatred and laughed like a fool: "Come again."
"Today you either beat me to death, or I beat you to death."
"gravel!"
Ye Fan punched out again, bypassing Miao Fenglang's hands and hitting him in the chest.
This is the first style of Pojun boxing that he gave to Liu Fugui.
"Bang!"
However, when the fist covered with murderous intent hit Miao Fenglang's rough chest, it only made a metallic impact sound.
The defense of this Miao Fenglang is too amazing.
However, Ye Fan's speed did not stop at all.
He soared into the sky, and the second move.
"Shake the mountain!"
"Bang!"
The fist fell from the sky and hit Miao Fenglang's palm with all his strength.
Miao Fenglang, who had a calm expression before, felt a shock all over his body, and his feet bent down five centimeters under the attack power.
At the same time, the light of my eyes dimmed a lot.
"It's so good. I haven't felt so comfortable in a long time. Come again!"
Miao Fenglang spit out a breath, then laughed again: "Come again."
"Come!"
Ye Fan didn't say nonsense, and his right hand sank, and he had 90% of his strength.
Miao Fenglang looked up at Ye Fan with a look of alert.