Countless clanging sounds of metal being unsheathed resounded in the attic, full of fierce intent.
Miao Fenglang, Atagu and Zhuo Yiyi instantly surrounded Ye Fan.
They formed a glyph and protected Ye Fan to the death.
A dozen martial arts masters also poured out from both sides of the building.
The sharp blade was still in his body, but his right hand was firmly resting on the handle.
His eyes were full of evil.
The Wang family and Zheng family elites even drew their weapons and pointed them at the woman.
Although the martial arts disciples guarding the stairs are not powerful, they were carefully selected by Zhuo Yiyi.
The woman silently knocked them down and appeared on the top floor, indicating the woman's extraordinary state.
Ye Fan glanced at the woman and drank tea without making a sound.
But I smiled faintly in my heart: It’s finally here!
Facing Ye Fan's large number of troops and strong horses, there was no trace of strangeness or fear on the woman's face.
Instead, she walked slowly towards Ye Fan.
There was an air of indifference all over his body, an indifference that treated everyone as if they were nothing.
"Who are you?"
Zheng Junqing slammed the table and shouted: "Who gave you the courage to come here and act wild?"
The woman tilted her head slightly to look at Zheng Junqing and the others, her face still expressionless.
But those eyes looked at everyone as indifferently as if they were looking at a group of dead people, and then she showed a trace of disdain.
She stared at Ye Fan at the core and said:
"Did you plot against Li Taibai and kidnap Master Shen?"
There were many people in the audience, but Ye Fan was undoubtedly the most handsome one.
"Shen family Yin Po?"
Ye Fan responded casually: "You are finally here, but you know, I have been waiting for you all day and night."
When the other party showed up and called out Indian Po, relevant information immediately appeared in Ye Fan's mind.
Yin Po is Shen Qiye's most trusted right-hand man. Her status and skill are higher than those of Bei Bao and others, and she is comparable to the sword god Li Taibai.
And she is also a master at using poison.
She has a record of killing enemy generals with poison seven times and annihilating 3,000 enemy soldiers.
So she has a certain status in the Shen family.
This also made Ye Fan feel a little excited.
He likes the enemy's fueling tactics the most, which allows him to gain a few more chips at the minimum cost.
"Wait for me all day and night?"
In the midst of the crowd, Indian Po felt as at ease as a spring breeze, and a domineering aura emerged out of nowhere.
Her eyes were fixed on Ye Fan's face coldly, and she said with a smile:
"It seems that you really kidnapped Master Shen. Very good, very good."
"What I like most is to see a foolish young man like you, young and frivolous, unafraid, with no ability but thinking that he is the best in the world."
"It's much more fun to deal with people like you than those who kneel down when they see me."
"But I want to remind you."
"The reason why I came to you so late is that I want you to be happy for a few days before I step you into hell."
"Only in this way will your life be worse than death, and you will realize how much trouble you have caused."
"Only I can make the frightened Master Shen happy."
"There is another reason, that is, I have killed many big bosses of the World Chamber of Commerce, so I will give you a meeting gift for you, little brother."
"A president of the martial alliance, a governor, a private military commander, the three giants, plus thirty-six heads of iron and wood."
"Thirty-nine lives, this is the price you pay for kidnapping Master Shen."
"How is it? Are you surprised? Are you happy? Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"
The laughter of Indian Po is gloomy with hell, making life shudder.
Zheng Junqing and Wang Qingwu couldn't help laughing, but soon rested again.
However, Ye Fan Luo said generously: "Honestly, I am surprised, very happy, but how big the misfortune is, I really don’t know."
"It seems that it is really young and frivolous."
Seeing that Ye Fan was not afraid, his eyes had a trace of contempt:
"Forget it, don't talk nonsense with you, hand over Master Shen and Li Taibai, and then go to the Shen family with me."
"I can give you a chance to live for a temporary life."
She wants Ye Fan to deal with Shen Changfeng: "Otherwise, you are going to die today."
Ye Fan smiled: "People, no, it is even more impossible to go to the Shen family."
"But I can give Shen Qiye a chance to meet me in Wucheng."
"If you don't make a phone call to him, you will say that you have been taken down. Need Shen Qiye to come and talk about it?"
Ye Fan played the tea cup in his hand, and he was interested in looking at Indian Po.
Yin Po smiled at his words, and a little fingering Ye Fan drank:
"Boy, are you so rampant, do you know Tiemujin?"
"Okay, you don't cherish the opportunity I give you, then take a strange bloodthirsty of my Indian Po."
When entering the top floor, Indian Po has quietly poisoned.
A large panton, colorless poisonous powder has already shrouded the entire top floor with the wind.
In India's cognition, Ye Fan is now poisoned by himself.
Therefore, Indian Po is very interested in his hand: "Pour!"
It's just that whether it is Wang's Zheng's gunman or the master of Wugang, there is no reaction at all.
Ye Fanxuan said: "Do you want to pour tea for me or drink wine?"
Yin Po's face was ugly, and he stretched out his hand again and pressed it violently:
"fall!"
Another panton poison powder was scattered with the wind.
It's just that Ye Fan still has no movement.
Seeing this scene, Yin Po's face was slightly changed, knowing that Ye Fan's camp was also used with poisonous masters.
At the moment she stared at Ye Fan and sneered: "The boy, a little bit, no wonder Shen Shao dare to move."
Ye Fan leaned on a chair and laughed gently: "You can't."
When the last word was placed, Ye Fan waved his fingers gently.
Twenty Wang and Zheng's Gunners have relentlessly to move the trigger:
"Bang Bang!"
The warhead pours like rain.
It is indifferent and strong, without leaving any dead ends, the flowing breath flowing.
It is only eight meters apart.
No one can imagine that someone can escape such a dense and sudden attack.
Both Zheng Junqing and Wang Qingwu felt that Indian Po would be seriously injured.
It was just that Indian Po did not avoid it at all.
When the warhead poured over, she turned sharply on the robe.
This turning not only wrapped his body and head, but also wrapped the pouring warhead in.
Indian Po danced, the black robe flipped, blocked the killing, and swallowed the warhead.
All the warheads to the Indian Po are like the sea, and one after another disappears.
Then, the warhead fell down from the black robe, and Dangdang rolled around the ground.
This scene made Zheng Junqing and Wang Qingwu stunned, and they had never seen this weird to block the warhead.
Ye Fan has experienced the baptism of high -tech weapons of the Bruce family, and it is still acceptable to the scene in front of him.
It's just that he still feels the power of Indian Po.
It's okay for the black robe to be able to defend against warheads, but it's a bit scary to be able to rotate the body to neutralize the force of the warhead and make the warhead slide down.
The twenty Wang Zheng gunmen were also in a daze. They didn't expect that there were people who couldn't be killed by bullets.
As their thoughts turned, the guns in their hands were out of bullets.
When they were hurriedly trying to change the magazine, Indian Po had already roared:
"It's my turn!"
The next second, she suddenly lifted her black robe.
"Bah bang bang!"
The dozens of wrapped warheads all reflected back.
Dangdang hit the gunman Wang Zheng's body armor and knocked them out.
People were on their backs and their horses were in chaos.