Zhang Fan threw the phone directly to Asamongawa, then turned around and walked directly towards the corpse not far away.
Especially when looking at Zhao Ye's body, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.
This guy definitely has a space pocket!
Although he can't use this thing, Li Yu and the others can.
This is good stuff!
Immediately, Zhang Fan came to Zhao Ye, squatted down, and started groping directly.
Soon, Zhang Fan took out a palm-sized bag from Zhao Ye's pocket.
"I wonder if there are any good things! For example, gene potion!" Zhang Fan muttered.
"receive!"
Zhang Fan put the bag directly into the warehouse!
As for what's inside, it's definitely not suitable to open it in this situation!
As for the people in Asamongawa watching this scene, their eyes suddenly widened again.
Damn it!
This guy Zhang Fan is touching the corpse?
Why did they forget about this?
But looking at Enes and the group of people on the screen, Asamiyagawa also shook his head.
No matter what good thing Zhang Fan touches now, haha, wait until the video ends!
They were all going to fight Zhang Fan anyway.
No rush, no rush!
Immediately, Asamiyagawa also pointed the camera at the corpse on the ground.
"Sir, please don't worry, we can still handle these small pieces of garbage like poisonous spiders," Asamiyagawa said.
"Closer!" Enes also shouted.
When they saw the broken clothes on the poisonous spider's body, their eyes also flickered.
The way the clothes are torn looks like they have been stretched.
Apart from genetic warriors, there is no other possibility.
Soon, Enes and his group looked at the corpses of those Ming Jins who were affiliated with the joint base.
Looking at those wounds, they once again verified what Jin Changkong said before.
The wounds caused by the inner sword light are definitely!
After reading this, Enes was extremely shocked.
What do the Mingjin-level genetic warriors and the poisonous spiders want to do?
"Contact the Lion King!" Enes said.
After all, the Lion King is the most powerful right now.
Moreover, this situation also needs to be discussed!
Immediately, Enes took the cell phone and ran away.
When Jin Changkong could no longer be seen, Enes said solemnly: "Remember, Zhang Fan must be killed. Also, be careful. Those who encounter poisonous spiders, don't be reluctant to fight, wait for us to come."
After saying that, Enes also hung up the phone directly.
"Gather in the conference hall! Let Jin Changkong come over too."
Immediately, the atmosphere in the entire joint base fell into a state of tension.
On the battlefield, Asamongchuan blasted his cell phone and walked towards Zhang Fan with a sinister look on his face.
When watching Zhang Fan take out weapons and elixirs from the poisonous spiders, the expressions of the people in Asamongchuan became even more delighted.
"I didn't expect that there are so many good things in the poisonous spider's garbage. Hehe, we made a lot of money this time." One person sneered, then geared up and stared at Zhang Fan.
"Boy, have you had enough fun? Haha, take out everything."
Zhang Fan ignored it, put one hand into a person's chest, and pulled out the flying knife from the wound!
"There is another handful, where did it go?" Zhang Fan said with a frown.
There were twenty throwing knives, and only nineteen have been recovered now. This is not okay.
These flying knives can be regarded as his killing moves.
Anything less is absolutely impossible.
"Hey, Zhang Fan, are you fucking deaf? I asked you to hand over your things!" One person frowned and scolded.
How dare this guy disobey him?
Looking at this scene, a group of people at the Golden Dragon Base also sighed again and again.
"Zhang Fan, you idiot, isn't running away now, what are you waiting for?"
"These are more than two hundred Ming Jin masters. Although Zhang Fan's strength is very good, he is no match for four punches with both hands."
"Che Hou, you're still standing there doing it, and you're running away. You're at the peak of your strength, and you're waiting to die if you don't run."
Seeing these words, Che Hou rolled his eyes.
"Please believe in Zhang Fan, okay? Have you ever heard of the saying that a disaster will last for thousands of years? If Zhang Fan is a monster-level disaster, can he die?"
"Chehou, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? These are more than two hundred Mingjin masters. Although Zhang Fan fucked Zhan Yuan into the hospital, it was 1V1!
200V1! As long as Zhang Fan doesn’t die, I’ll kick my head for you!”
"That is, let Zhang Fan run away quickly. Although I also hope that he will die, in the face of such a big right and wrong, I still hope that he can survive for a while."
At the Golden Dragon Base, a group of people advised.
"You idiots!" Che Hou sighed, and then said rudely: "Do you think Zhang Fan is the same as you little trash?
Why are so many people dead on the ground?
Why did so many Mingjin-level genetic warriors die? It was all Zhang Fan’s doing!
More than a hundred Mingjin-level genetic warriors are in decline, how can something go wrong with these two hundred or so rubbish?"
???
Countless people in Jinlong Base had their eyes bulging out.
"What, what are you talking about? These people are all Ming Jin level beings? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Besides, he is also a genetic warrior? Che Hou, are you confused?"
How is that possible!
How terrifying would a Mingjin-level genetic warrior be?
Just Zhang Fan?
One person killed so many genetic warriors, do you think I'm stupid?
At the same time, Asamongawa also sneered.
"You bunch of rubbish, do you know what it means to be a Mingjin-level genetic warrior?"
"I don't know! A Mingjin-level genetic warrior can at least be as good as twenty of us!"
A group of people in Asamongawa looked at Chehou as if they were mentally retarded!
Feeling this gaze, Chehou also became angry.
"You bunch of idiots, take a closer look at what Zhang Fan is holding!" Che Hou sneered!
Immediately, a group of people from Asamongchuan also looked at Zhang Fan's hand.
"Haha! Isn't this just a flying knife!" One person sneered!
"Haha, take a closer look! Look what's on the flying knife!" Che Hou also sneered.
"Haha, isn't there blood on the flying knife? Are you an idiot?" One person said with a sneer.
"Ouch, what a brain!" Che Hou covered his head!
Immediately, Chehou ran up to Zhang Fan and said, "Brother, I can lend you a throwing knife."
"Okay, okay, take it!" Zhang Fan threw the flying knife to Chehou very generously!
After all, it is very comfortable to have someone help you show off!
The next moment, Chehou came to Asamongawa, handed the throwing knife to Asamongawa, then pointed at the word "mountain" on the throwing knife and said: "Idiot, take a closer look!"
Um??
Asamongawa frowned, but at the next moment, his scalp suddenly became numb.
"This...is this a customized weapon from your Golden Dragon Weapon Workshop?"