The audience was surprised to see Ye Fan, the uninvited guest.
Many people don’t know who Ye Fan is, nor what Ye Fan is from, but when they see him breaking in like this, their eyes jokingly start.
This is Murong Feixiong's territory. Murong Feixiong is about to use force to Wang Shiyuan. Ye Fan is disturbing his interest. What is the difference between seeking death?
When someone whispered that Ye Fan was the person Murong Feixiong had just called, the dozens of handsome men and beautiful women present became more and more ridiculous.
It turned out to be the one who was beaten to be a waste by Miyamoto, Masou.
"Damn it, Ye Zhuiwu, do you really dare to come?"
At this moment, in the corner, a white-haired young man stood up and looked at Ye Fan with anger:
"You're looking for death."
He felt anger from the bottom of his heart when he was destroyed by someone.
Ye Fan looked up and said, although he didn't know Murong Feixiong, he could still recognize him at a glance at the situation.
That arrogant and domineering person is exactly the same as on the phone.
Ye Fan temporarily collected some information on the road. Murong Feixiong was Murong Sanqian's nephew on the surface, but in fact he was the latter's illegitimate son.
Because of this, Murong Sanqian not only passed on his experience in martial arts, but also spared no effort to cultivate his growth.
It’s a pity that Murong Feixiong cannot endure hardships and has never been able to achieve great success in martial arts. Murong Sanqian can only promote his position.
This time Murong Sanqian came to Nanling to find fault with the purpose of kicking Ye Fan away and making Murong Sanqian the new president.
Ye Fan sighed: "The abacus is good, but it's a pity that I shouldn't provoke me."
He put Murong Feixiong on the death list.
Murong Feixiong took a sip of wine: "Ye Fan, you are bad for me, but the consequences are very serious."
On the sofa beside him, a graceful young woman was lying on the verge of a graceful figure, with messy clothes and half-cut stockings. She was the dazed Wang Shiyuan.
But when she saw Ye Fan, her eyes suddenly lit up and there was a hint of hope.
Ye Fan nodded slightly to her and told her not to worry. Then he looked at Murong Feixiong and spoke calmly:
"You should be glad that you haven't done anything about animals yet, otherwise you won't be able to keep the whole body."
Murong Feixiong shook forward with a glass of wine: "Ye Fan, I have seen someone who doesn't know how to live or die, but I have never seen you die like this."
Ye Fan said lightly: "You want me to kill you, I will come here to fulfill your wishes."
"Bang--"
Murong Feixiong kicked Wang Shiyuan in the abdomen: "Don't you let me touch it? I'm touching it now, what's wrong?"
Wang Shiyuan screamed and blood bleeded at the corner of her mouth.
Ye Fan's eyes were cold and he didn't say anything. He just took out his cell phone and sent a message.
"I touched her, you said, what can you do? Sigh, a waste, dare not challenge directly, he just pretends to use his mobile phone..."
Murong Feixiong slapped Wang Shiyuan twice, and then looked at Ye Fan provocatively:
"Do you have the ability to move me?"
Many people laughed, and Ye Fan's silence seemed to them to be cowardly.
"I don't mind making you suffer a little if you provoke me like this."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, after all, you will have a decisive battle tomorrow afternoon."
He is sarcastic:
"In this way, I will take a bath with Wang Shiyuan later. After taking a shower, you can drink our bath water. What about?"
As soon as the words came, dozens of men and women in the audience burst into laughter, mocking the deposed Ye Fan for not knowing that the world was high and the earth was rich. He was incompetent in saving the beauty and was still whispering.
As a result, not only did she not rescue Wang Shiyuan, but she also had to drink bath water with other men. This is the greatest shame for a man.
Ye Fan walked forward with his hands on his back: "I didn't say anything just now. I told you that Murong Sanqian would prepare a coffin for you with one sound."
"Damn it, who gave you the courage to challenge me like this?"
Murong Feixiong gave an order: "Come on, beat me up this waste."
Seven or eight young men in the room immediately rushed over with a roar.
Ye Fan didn't say a little nonsense, and kicked them all away.
Their bodies were like kicked balls, flying around, or rolling against the ground, falling to the ground without a sound.
Ye Fan's kicks were very powerful and directly kicked their internal organs to break them, causing all the guys who helped the evil to die.
"It's a bit good."
Murong Feixiong sneered without caring about it: "Old Qin, teach him a lesson and don't beat him to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a hook nose rushed out of the corner.
He punched Ye Fan with a shocking punch.
Nine Success Power.
He wants to kill one to warn a hundred, and let everyone know:
Those who offend Murong Feixiong will die!
"Swoosh--"
The fist was full of murderous intent, and the momentum suddenly exploded, like a flood that was shocking.
Several beautiful women took a step back and looked at Ye Fan gloatingly, thinking that Ye Fan would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
“Too weak!”
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan didn't raise his eyelids, snorted coldly, and then punched him out.
The fist is like the wind.
With the fiery eyes of dozens of people, Ye Fan punched the fist of the hooked nose.
"boom!"
The fists collided, and a muffled sound broke out.
Ye Fan's power penetrated his body, and the clothes on the old man's arm were shattered, his fist joints broke in an instant, and his arms became twisted.
"ah--"
Then, the old man with a hook nose screamed and fell out of control, knocking over several people and falling to the ground.
Sweat like rain.
It's ruined!
"ah--"
"how so?"
"What's going on?"
"Why is his fist so terrifying? Didn't he say he's almost useless?"
"Did Mr. Qin underestimate the enemy?"
Many female guests subconsciously exclaimed, but they could not accept it at all. Old Qin was so vulnerable in Ye Fan's hands.
Murong Feixiong's face also changed: "Ye Fan, have you healed?"
Ye Fan did not talk nonsense, and his body flashed and he arrived in front of Murong Feixiong.
Almost at the same time, two old men in black rushed out, flashing out sharp swords without saying a word, directly attacking Ye Fan's vital points.
The sharp knife, that power, and that tacit understanding are simply seamless and impeccable.
"Paipa--"
Ye Fan didn't care at all, and he grabbed it with his left hand a few light words.
After two crisp sounds, the two old men in black groaned, and five more blood holes were added to their wrists.
The sharp knife takes off his hand and his arm is disabled.
Even the strength of the whole body cannot be condensed.
Ye Fan did not stop at all and continued to approach Murong Feixiong.
"Swoosh--"
Although Murong Feixiong looks like he is empty-minded, he still has some foundation in the Martial Alliance for many years.
As soon as he stepped back, he had an extra sneaker sword in his left hand, and he stabbed Ye Fan.
"call--"
Ye Fan calmly avoided the side, then twisted his waist and hips, and punched Murong Feixiong hard in the chest.
The momentum is strong and the force is heavy.
Gong Suqin and the others instantly shrank into a needle-shaped shape!
Murong Feixiong's face changed and he resisted with his sleeve.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Ye Fan smashed the sneak sword with a punch, and then the force continued to hit him.
Murong Feixiong's palm aches, and then his ribs hurt. He was seriously injured.