Ye Fan recognized the man in black robe at a glance as his long-lost brother-in-law Han Jianfeng.
When Han Jianfeng resigned from his position as general manager under pressure from Tang Ruoxue and left all Taipo Herbal Tea shares to Tang Fenghua, he disappeared.
Ye Fan thought that Han Jianfeng had left home and traveled around the world to relax, but he didn't expect that he would appear here and become a Genting master.
Moreover, Han Jianfeng's entire body seemed to have been tempered many times. Not only was his martial arts extremely amazing, but he also had a temperament similar to that of Tang Sanguo.
Obviously Tang Sanguo carefully crafted Han Jianfeng.
"Tang Sanguo, you bastard!"
Ye Fan roared at the night sky, and his hatred for Tang Sanguo increased by three points.
The old guy has no bottom line. Not only does he harm innocent people everywhere, but he also doesn't spare his former son-in-law.
What a great boss who was a contractor, but Tang Sanguo made him look like a human being or a ghost.
Ye Fan can also speculate that in the battle at the top of the sky, Tang Sanguo will definitely let Han Jianfeng, who has a similar temperament, fight.
In this way, if Ye Fan loses, Ye Fan will die, Tang Sanguo has cleared the obstacles, if Ye Fan wins, Ye Fan will also suffer from killing Han Jianfeng.
His heart can be killed.
Ye Fan leaned over and quickly stopped Han Jianfeng's bleeding: "Brother-in-law, hold on, hold on!"
"Brother-in-law, nothing can happen to you. Nothing can happen to you. If something happens to you, how should I explain it to my eldest sister?"
"You have to hold on, my eldest sister is still waiting for you to come back in Hengcheng!"
Ye Fan knew that Han Jianfeng still loved Tang Fenghua in his heart, otherwise he would not have been forced by Tang Ruoxue twice to give all the shares to Tang Fenghua.
The golden eggs with more than one billion dividends every year cannot be easily given away without deep feelings.
Just when Ye Fan pinched out a silver needle to stop the bleeding, Han Jianfeng regarded Ye Fan as an enemy and raised his hand to attack Ye Fan.
Ye Fan knelt down and pressed his hands: "Brother-in-law, don't move, don't move. I will treat you and take you home."
I don't know if Ye Fan held down his wrist or if he listened to Ye Fan's words, Han Jianfeng's resistance relaxed.
Ye Fan took the opportunity to insert a silver needle into him and apply red and white medicine on his neck.
The wound on Han Jianfeng's neck has healed visibly.
But his eyes continued to change color uncontrollably, from the sharp look of a weasel enemy to a blood red color.
"Damn, I forgot that Zhalong bit it himself!"
Ye Fan remembered something and hurriedly took out the Xue Qing Yu Jie and stuffed it into Han Jianfeng's mouth.
At this moment, the ruins trembled, there was a loud noise, and a figure rose into the sky.
Countless fragments shot out in all directions.
There was also a large air current on the ground.
Ye Fan was knocked over on the spot, and the pills in his hand also fell. When he tried to pick them up again, they saw fragments flying.
Ye Fan could only wave his hands to block the incoming debris.
When he swept away the debris, Han Jianfeng also rolled out more than ten meters.
Ye Fan was about to go up and pull Han Jianfeng back, but saw an old man with a mask falling from the sky.
He drew his hands to both sides, sucking Han Jianfeng and Iron Lady in, and then he stamped his foot on the ground.
A series of loud popping noises were heard, and four deep cracks appeared on the ground, lashing out at the four weasel enemies like whips.
The weasel enemy has been bitten by Zhalong and is howling at Zhalong with red eyes.
They saw four cracks coming towards them and tried to avoid them, but it was already too late.
Just four bangs and bangs were heard, and the four weasel enemies were hit by cracks and exploded instantly as if they were struck by lightning.
When Ye Fan exclaimed that the old guy was awesome, the masked old man stamped his left foot again, and two more cracks were drawn towards Ye Fan and Zha Long.
"Roar!"
Facing the cracks from the whipping, Ye Fan did not hold back, swaying and retreating continuously.
He was fast and cracked quickly, cracking obstacles, flowerbeds, tiles, door frames, stones and trees all the way.
This forced Ye Fan to shoot with all his strength to distance him, and then dodged to the side very quickly.
Almost as soon as he dodged, the crack hit a rock behind him.
The stone broke into pieces with a bang on the spot.
Ye Fan took a breath: "Uncle, this is Tang Sanguo, and this is Lord Yunding!"
After Ye Fan identified the other party, he quickly pressed the phone in his pocket.
During this gap, Zhalong roared, instead of retreating, he advanced and resisted the masked man's attack.
He rushed forward one meter and then punched him down.
The fist cracked instantly when it hit the ground.
A crack that was nearly as deep moved forward and met the masked man's attack head-on.
There was a loud bang, and the earth and gravel flew away, as if they had been hit by a cannonball.
"die!"
Amid the debris that filled the sky, Zha Long did not stop, grabbed a knife from the ground, and rushed towards the Iron Lady.
For him, he must kill the Iron Lady tonight. One person stands in front, and a hundred people stand in front, charging in the same way.
"Ants!"
Facing Zha Long's crazy attack, the masked old man's eyes remained calm, squinting slightly and motionless.
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
Iron Lady subconsciously shouted: "Master Yunding, be careful!"
As soon as the Iron Lady finished speaking, the masked old man suddenly stretched out his hand: "You are seeking death!"
His movements seemed light and graceful, but upon closer inspection, they were as powerful as thunder.
Before Zhalong could react, he suddenly felt that his long knife encountered huge resistance.
The old man in the mask had a calm look on his face, and he directly grasped the sharp knife in his hand with his fingers together, his face full of indifference.
The next second, the long knife shattered and the blade fell to the ground.
Ye Fan was shocked, the old guy was so fierce?
When the long knife shattered, Zha Long spun around and punched the masked old man.
The momentum is like a rainbow.
However, the masked old man did not show any fear or avoidance, but suddenly kicked Zha Long in the abdomen.
Fast and ruthless, the last strike comes first.
With a bang, Zhalong fell more than ten meters and spurted out a drop of blood on the spot.
"Ho ho ho!"
Zhalong didn't stop, turned over, picked up a big stone and threw it at him.
The masked old man was still calm. After letting go of Iron Lady and Han Jianfeng, he simply kicked the stone thrown by Zha Long hard.
At least three hundred kilograms of stone was broken into a pile of fragments on the spot.
"Suffer death!"
The next second, the masked old man swayed and suddenly took action.
Power burst out from under the black robe that made Ye Fan's face change slightly. He rushed in front of Zha Long at a speed that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
With one punch, he hit Zhalong directly.
Vigorous and domineering.
Zha Long roared, pushed with both hands, and fought with all his strength.
"boom!"
Duan's punch directly bypassed Zhalong's arm and hit his thick back firmly, but Zhalong's body suddenly shook.
His eyes dimmed instantly.
A face that was originally pale turned completely pale.
Zhalong fell heavily for more than twenty meters, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
