When Pei Qingcheng and others saw Wang Fan, they couldn't help but bow to say hello.
Their eyes were full of worry, grievance, shame and anger.
A group of tough men were beaten to death by Zheng Sanjiang. How humiliating and ironic is this?
Even though they knew that it was not their fault but that Zheng Sanjiang was too powerful, they still couldn't hide their shame, anger and aggrievedness.
Wang Fan nodded to everyone and looked at Zheng Sanjiang expressionlessly.
He didn't expect that he was so tired from last night's work that he would be here right after he woke up.
What's more, he didn't expect that when he rushed over without stopping, A Biao and his party had already been overthrown.
While Wang Fan glanced at Zheng Sanjiang, Zheng Sanjiang also glanced at Wang Fan.
The ten experts he brought with him also stood up in an instant, staring at Wang Fan as if facing a formidable enemy.
The shadow of the famous tree, Zheng Sanjiang is not afraid of Wang Fan, but it does not mean that they are not afraid of Wang Fan either.
Even though they had so many people on guard and Zheng Sanjiang holding the line, they were still breathing heavily.
"Are you Wang Fan?" Zheng Sanjiang stared at Wang Fan for a long time, then suddenly grinned, "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young age."
"I thought that when you heard that we were coming, you would be scared to death, but I didn't expect that you would dare to show up."
His words were full of provocation and disdain, "I have long heard that you, Wang Fan, are famous for destroying the Ouyan family, destroying the Sword and Martial Arts Sect, and provoking the Wrath Fist Sect. You are ruthless and powerful."
"I thought I had no chance to see you in this life, but I didn't expect that I got my wish. You really gave me a surprise."
When Zheng Sanjiang spoke, his momentum had already risen in vain, and every inch of his muscles had tightened, ready to fight.
To capture the thief, capture the king first. To establish your authority, of course, you must first kill Wang Fan.
As long as Wang Fan dies, Wang Fan's group will be his meal, and Pei Qingcheng and his party will also be fish and meat, at his mercy.
"You are Zheng Sanjiang, you are the lion. You want me, Wang Fan Group, to have 10 billion? I
Are these people crippled by you?"
Wang Fan did not answer Zheng Sanjiang's question, but asked the same question.
His voice was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger, "Originally, I thought that if I stepped on Daowumen, no cats or dogs would dare to jump out and make noise, but I didn't expect you to jump out."
"Ten billion, you really have a lot of words, but are you sure you can swallow it?"
A dog and a cat?
Zheng Sanjiang's eyes flashed with anger. This Wang Fan was really arrogant. He dared not to take him seriously and compared him to a dog and a cat.
He suppressed his anger and laughed, "You will know soon whether you can swallow it or not. Let alone ten billion, even your Wang Fan Group and I, Zheng Sanjiang, can swallow it."
He also pointed at Wang Fan, "You are indeed a ruthless person who dares to challenge the Wrath Fist Sect. You are indeed young and energetic. Let me, Zheng Sanjiang, see you today to see how strong a ruthless person you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Sanjiang's momentum suddenly exploded, and he was about to take action.
"Wait." But he was interrupted by Wang Fan.
Zheng Sanjiang glanced at Wang Fan coldly, "What, are you afraid? Ask for mercy, or should you obediently offer 10 billion and Pei Qingcheng?"
"It's just a pity that it's already too late! Today, I, Zheng Sanjiang, will eliminate harm for the ancient martial arts world, and kill this arrogant boy like you for the Wrath Fist Sect Yang Wei!"
As he spoke, he had gathered his strength again and planned to attack.
But Wang Fan's sneer came out, "Afraid? Begging for mercy? You think too highly of yourself! I even killed Zhu Lan from the Wrath Fist Sect, so why would I be afraid of a clown like you?"
"The reason why I asked you to wait is because I will not kill unknown people with my sword. Before I take action, I want you to report your origin."
Contempt! Naked contempt!
Zheng Sanjiang was furious when he heard this, but he quickly came back to his senses, "What did you say? You killed the Wrath Fist Sect member."
Elder Zhulan?"
Not to mention Zheng Sanjiang, even the ten masters he brought could not help but change their expressions after hearing Wang Fan's words.
Zhu Lan, that powerful person who transcended the mortal realm was actually beheaded by Wang Fan. How is that possible?
They simply couldn't believe it.
There is a qualitative difference between the peak innate and the extraordinary. How could Wang Fan kill Elder Zhulan?
Zheng Sanjiang's eyes showed contempt and he grinned ferociously, "Do you think I, Zheng Sanjiang, will be scared if you blow such big words?"
"Please brag more reliably, okay? It's okay for you to say this to a three-year-old child, but if you want to deceive me, Zheng Sanjiang, then you have made the wrong calculation."
He said, no longer bothering to talk nonsense, he turned towards Wang Fan and killed him.
He was already very uncomfortable after being interrupted by Wang Fan twice in a row. If he was interrupted for the third time, he didn't know if he could still muster the momentum to kill.
This Wang Fan is so hateful. He dares to lead him by the nose and try to shock him psychologically. It is really insidious.
Wang Fan sneered, "Bragging? To deal with a grasshopper like you, do I need to brag? Since you don't dare to report your origins, then I don't mind letting you be an unknown ghost!"
Zheng Sanjiang did not speak this time. He smiled ferociously and immediately rushed in front of Wang Fan. His peak innate aura spurted out instantly, and his fists turned into afterimages and blasted through the air towards Wang Fan.
The strong wind is hunting, and the energy is overflowing.
Looking at the fist shadow in the sky and feeling the killing power contained in the fist shadow, the breathing of everyone present became rapid.
Especially Pei Qingcheng and the others were all sweating for Wang Fan.
Powerful, so powerful, simply invincible.
If Zheng Sanjiang had attacked so forcefully from the beginning, I am afraid that not one of Abiao, Black Rakshasa, or even the dozen or so Wang Fan security elites would have survived.
"How dare you compete with Haoyue for being a useless person? Anyone who dares to blackmail my Wang Fan Group, dares to provoke me, Wang Fan, or dares to touch me, Wang Fan, will be punished today.
It’s your death!”
Wang Fan sneered and closed his eyes without even moving.
Everyone was completely confused and had no idea what Wang Fan wanted to do after he roared angrily and then closed his eyes.
Was he scared out of his wits, or was he resigned to his fate because he knew he was no match for Zheng Sanjiang and gave up resistance?
"Young Master Wang, be careful!"
"Young Master Wang!"
Pei Qingcheng and the others couldn't help but open their mouths wide and scream in surprise.
They also couldn't understand what Wang Fan did. But in their hearts, Wang Fan was not someone who would give up easily or accept his fate easily!
"It's too late, you sharp-tongued thing, die! I thought you had so many abilities, but I didn't expect you could just use your words!"
Zheng Sanjiang smiled ferociously, and the killing force of his fists had completely enveloped Wang Fan. In his opinion, Wang Fan was bound to die.
Wang Fan's clothes were torn apart by the fist wind, making a hissing sound, and the next second, the fist wind was close to him.
At this moment, Wang Fan suddenly moved without any warning.
He still didn't open his eyes, but he made a slight mistake in his body shape to avoid the killing force of the fist wind, and then swung his right fist out lightly.
Lifting a weight is easy!
Bang bang!
With two loud noises, Wang Fan's fist instantly broke through the killing force and hit Zheng Sanjiang's fists with two direct hits.
Zheng Sanjiang was stunned for a moment, as if he never thought that Wang Fan could find the true form of his fist with his eyes closed.
You know, in his mind, this airtight fist and wind can kill with force that can be resisted and dodged, but it cannot be found with ease.
But now, Wang Fan just found it.
Before Zheng Sanjiang could think about it further, in the next second, his mouth opened wide and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his arms crackled and shattered, and he fell and flew out like a kite with a broken string.