Seeing his mother appear, Nangong Hao howled even more harshly: "I was beaten by Ye Fan."
"He knew I was complaining to you, and he became so anxious that he jumped over the wall."
"Not only did he throw me away and hit the stone lion, he also slapped me unceremoniously."
"He also said that he is heaven and he is the law."
"Whether it's Nangong or Jiu Qiansui, it's useless to have anyone's support. If he wants to hit me, he can hit me. If he wants to kill me, he can kill me..."
Nangong Hao pointed at his friends: "If you don't believe it, ask them..."
A dozen friends immediately shouted:
"That's right, Ye Fan beat Nangong Hao, knocked his head against a stone lion, and even beat him when he stopped him."
"Ye Fan also said that the Nangong family is rubbish, and one person can trample the entire Nangong family to death."
Each and every one of them was filled with indignation and fierceness, and tried their best to slander Ye Fan.
Most of the people present were Nangong's nephew, and some of them came to meet the nine thousand-year-old martial artist. They were either hostile to Ye Fan or were strangers to him.
So Nangong Hao and the others had no pressure to frame Ye Fan.
Ye Fan watched this scene leisurely, not minding these people's performances at all.
Huang Tianjiao was very anxious: "It's not like this, it's not like this..."
She also sent a distress message to Huang Feihu.
After all, beating someone in Fengyun Villa is a big or small matter.
Nangong Hao threw himself on his mother and cried:
"Mom, if you are one step later, he will beat me to death."
Too arrogant.
Upon hearing the accusations made by Nangong Hao and others, the expressions of more than a dozen Nangong nephews changed drastically, because it stirred up the nerves of every Nangong person.
Several old Nangong men even blew their beards and stared, wishing they could strangle Ye Fan to death with both hands.
They never imagined that Ye Fan would be so arrogant, dare to beat Nangong Hao here, and dare to despise the Nangong family?
They have seen rampant ones, but never seen such rampant ones.
"It's so arrogant and lawless."
"Do you really think he has the final say in this Zhong Hai? Even Huang Feihu wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."
"It seems that today we are not here to apologize, but to fight with the Nangong family."
"Must be severely punished..."
Hearing everyone's accusations, Nangong Hao showed a sinister smile: Play with me, or I won't play with you to death.
Ye Fan did not refute and stopped Huang Tianjiao from speaking. He just smiled lightly, very gentle and calm.
But for some reason, in Nangong Hao's eyes, this smile had a cold meaning.
Seeing Ye Fan's calm look, Chen Xiuli couldn't hold back her anger and stepped forward, pointed her finger at Ye Fan and shouted:
"Ye Fan! So you are Ye Fan!"
"Okay, Ye Fan, let's not talk about how you injured my son in the morning. Now you dare to beat someone arrogantly in Fengyun Villa?"
"Do you really think we are weak and can be bullied? Do you really think there is no one in Nangong?"
"Come here, take down Ye Fan for me!"
Chen Xiuli, who loved her son very much, was very strong, with anger on her face, and she decisively issued orders to more than a dozen Nangong nephews.
Several old Nangong men also shouted angrily:
"Yes, take it, take it! If you dare to resist, kill him on the spot!"
The Nangong family has a close relationship with Shen Qianshan. After Shen Qianshan died, their filial piety was reduced. Coupled with today's incident, they hated Ye Fan deeply.
Let's settle old and new grudges together.
Anyway, Ye Fan screamed first, and he didn't have to worry about being punished for nine thousand years if he killed him.
"yes!!!"
Upon hearing the order from Chen Xiuli and others, more than a dozen Nangong nephews drew their weapons and charged towards Ye Fan with murderous intent.
"stop!"
Seeing this situation, Huang Tianjiao flashed out from behind Ye Fan, stood between the two parties and shouted:
"Mrs. Nangong, things are not what Nangong Hao said."
"The wound on Nangong Hao's head and the slap on his face were all caused by him."
Huang Tianjiao also looked at Nangong Hao and shouted: "Nangong Hao, why don't you explain the matter clearly? Are you going to make a big fuss?"
"Huang Tianjiao, this is a matter between Nangong and Ye Fan. You, a disciple of the Martial Alliance, should stop messing around."
Chen Xiuli's pretty face sank, and she stopped Huang Tianjiao from speaking out: "So as not to hurt everyone's feelings and harmony."
"Besides, you and Mark are in the same group, so there's not much value in saying it."
Several old Nangong men also glared at Huang Tianjiao, feeling that Huang Tianjiao did not know how to appreciate others.
"I'm not meddling, I'm restoring the truth."
Huang Tianjiao anxiously looked at the fingerprints on Gong Hao's face:
"Look, this slap, the thumb of the left hand is on it, it looks like it was slapped by me."
"If it was slapped by someone else, the thumb should be underneath..."
Nangong Hao's expression changed drastically.
The rest of the people also looked subconsciously and quickly recognized the slap on Nangong Hao's face, which no outsider could slap.
Ye Fan showed his appreciation. He had known the flaw for a long time, but he was too lazy to explain it. But he didn't expect Huang Tianjiao to also find out the clues.
This girl can be nurtured well.
Huang Tianjiao struck while the iron was hot and shouted: "Nangong Hao, are you still cheating?"
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Chen Xiuli suddenly stepped forward and slapped Huang Tianjiao on the face.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound exploded.
Huang Tianjiao suddenly had five bright red fingerprints on his face, and he staggered back three or four steps.
Blood dripped from the corner of the mouth.
This strike without warning made everyone stunned, and indirectly proved that Nangong Hao's slap was behind the scenes, but it was inconvenient for everyone to say it.
"Thumbs up, thumbs down."
Chen Xiuli shouted sweetly: "Ye Fan beat my son for all to see."
"He broke my son's hand and broke my son's ribs."
"Huang Tianjiao, don't be so messy, so as not to cause trouble for your father and Huang Feihu."
"Why can't you quibble with the fact that Ye Fan touched my son?"
She stared at Ye Fan fiercely: "Ye Fan, do you dare to say that you didn't do it?"
Huang Tianjiao couldn't stop shouting: "Madam, aren't the Nangong family unreasonable?"
"In my case, I am the reason."
Chen Xiuli looked at Ye Fan and shouted: "If you touch my son, you must pay the price. Don't even think about making excuses."
"quibble?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said jokingly:
"I don't quibble, and I won't quibble."
"I just want to tell you that if I, Ye Fan, want to take action, it will definitely not be like this."
Everyone present was stunned, not understanding what Ye Fan meant at all.
"boom--"
Ye Fan stamped his right foot violently, and his whole body shot out
Chen Xiuli and the others' expressions changed dramatically.
Several Nangong masters instinctively took action, but they all missed.
Nangong Hao roared fiercely: "He's going to run away, he's going to run away."
"Catch him quickly, catch him, kill him..."
The sound suddenly stopped, because at some point, a sword was pressed between his eyebrows!
Ye Fan stood in front of him.
It was too fast, so fast that no one could react.
Nangong Hao's whole body was cold: "You——"
Chen Xiuli shot with murderous intent: "Ye Fan, what are you going to do?"
"Can you bear the consequences of touching my son?"
"Let Master Nangong go immediately, or I will cut you into pieces."
"This is Fengyun Villa. If you dare to mess around, I will kill your whole family at the age of nine thousand years."
More than a dozen Nangong's nephews shouted angrily.
Nangong Hao calmed down and sneered:
"Ye Fan, if you dare to touch me, I will kill your whole family..."
"flutter--"
There was a sharp sound, and the tip of the sword pierced Nangong Hao's eyebrows.
Nangong Hao's body suddenly stiffened and he was in disbelief: "You...you..."
He couldn't believe that Ye Fan really killed him.
Ye Fan drew his sword with his backhand and said indifferently:
