Chapter 8

Chu Mengyi frowned. He was so beautiful that Yang Fan only looked at him?

She was a little upset, but then she thought about the disguise of the elder martial brothers in the clan. She chuckled, and no one in the world could escape her temptation.

"In Xingcheng, no one knows that Yang Fan, the young master of the Yang family, is a famous martial artist. At that time, he defeated 100 members of the other three families with one person. He didn't step back, so he kept the status of the Yang family." Chu Mengyi walked up to Yang Fan and praised him.

Yang Fan raised his head and found that Chu Mengyi was barefoot, and a fragrance came, which made him relaxed and happy.

Although the woman is not beautiful, her words are still very popular. Yang Fan nodded and motioned her to continue.

Chu Mengyi sneered. She raised her hands and covered Yang Fan with a red robe. Her watery glasses said contemptuously: "but, Wufu is only Wufu after all. After all, he's just a savage."

"Hahaha, yes, Yang Fan is just a barbarian. What do we care about with a barbarian?"

There was a lot of laughter off the court.

Yang Fan tilted his head, in front of this just feel good woman, but now did not have a little interest.

He stepped forward, pinched his nose, patted Chu Mengyi's shoulder, "since you just came, I smelled a bad smell, I came up to smell, it's really you!"

Then Yang Fan kicked the beautiful woman.

After all, she stood on the edge of the steps to show her grace.

"What a picture of women rolling stairs." Yang Fan returned to the chair.

Chu Meng Yi jumps up in anger, her hair is messy, and she doesn't look like a fairy.

"Yang Fan! You barbarian! You son of a bitch, you... "

"Why don't you agree?" Yang Fan crossed his hands on his chest.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and an old woman in white came in, followed by a wrinkled old woman clutching a stick.

"I'll say it! This young man will fight together. Mengyi, apologize to others quickly. " The wrinkled old woman came with a stick.

"Master! I "Chu dream according to not, but was a look to frighten, can only apologize.

The old woman clung to her crutch and just lifted her foot, she came to Yang Fan.

Congenital!

This is Yang Fan's only conclusion, and this old woman is stronger than Zhao Baye.

The old woman didn't know what he thought, so she patted him on the shoulder.

"You have excellent bones. You should practice hard. If there is no accident, when you get to my age, your accomplishments should be the same as mine."

Yang Fan grinned and wanted to say that I had already committed suicide when I was your age.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the old woman darkly.

"You will pay the price!"

The old woman said with a smile, "why? You don't agree? "

Yang Fan mouth up, without saying a word directly blow a punch, this is mixed with a lightning punch is his answer, he does not accept.

As a result, the blow was like a breeze blowing across the face without any harm.

The old woman grabbed his fist and lifted him up.

"This year's martial arts competition is different from previous years. This year's result is killing monsters and beasts. What I want to tell you is that this year there are not only four families but also many outsiders. The time is two days later!"

"This time, it doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

The audience immediately applauded, and their eyes turned to Yang Fan.

The old woman put Yang Fan down. Yang Fan looked at him and returned to the chair.

He was calm on the surface, but his whole body was wet with cold sweat.

Because the old woman's shot just now gave him a dead charm.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because you are very interesting!"

The old woman's words suddenly turned into a girl's voice, which made Yang Fan startled.

He looked at the old woman and found that she was looking at Yang Fan affectionately.

This makes Yang Fan hold tightly.

Just then, the old woman slapped him in the face again.

Yang Fan was stunned. He found that his body and chair flew up, and then fell to the ground.

"Today is my first lesson for you. Two days later, I hope you'll be all right."

Yang Fan quietly stood up, looked at the old woman, and left, this time, other people don't mention how happy.

When Yang Fan disappeared, the old woman also went upstairs, and the scene suddenly became more lively.

The more difficult it was for Yang Fan to walk, his face turned pale.

He held the umbrella on his chest because it was given to him by his sister and he could not lose it.

He took another ten steps and looked back. This action had been going on for a long time. He wanted to kill the old woman, otherwise he would not be able to untie her body.

He wanted to swallow the three pills, but he was not sure whether the old woman was born.

He was so cruel in his heart that it began to rain again. A beggar with white hair suddenly stopped him.

"Please, please, please. I haven't eaten for five days."

Yang Fan took out a silver or two from his chest and threw it directly to the beggar. The beggar was very happy, but he didn't go. He stretched out his hand and motioned Yang Fan to give him all the money.

Yang Fan frowned.

"Damn, it's so bad that people like you can be so rich, but people like me can only beg. It's unfair!"

The beggar put his hand behind his back and was ready to shout. Yang Fan slapped him to death.

He took away his own silver or two and left.

A gust of wind blowing, the beggar's body lifted a face, the beggar's right hand is holding the handle of the knife.

Suddenly, the knife flew out. Soon, there was a sound of shaking feet and stopped beside the beggar.

At this time, a woman in a white robe ran up and told the group of people who were looking at the beggars' bodies who the murderer was and where he was going.

The group immediately followed.

The woman in the white robe laughed. No one noticed that she didn't wear shoes, and no one noticed that the heavy rain was touching her body.

Yang Fan was stopped not long after he left. Those who stopped them were the people who had just checked the bodies of beggars. They were the guards in the city.

The reason for catching Yang Fan is very simple, killing people.

Yang Fan just two or three punches to solve them, Yang Fan did not kill them, because they did not kill heart.

When he got home, the rain stopped and he tried his best to keep his body straight.

Push open the door, Yang Qian son immediately ran to him.

Yang Fan touched his head. At this time, he found the light of the fire in the room and the paper beside the stove. At this time, his heart felt cramped. It turned out that today was the memorial day of Yang Fan's parents in this world.

"Well, I'm fine. You're crying. I'm not happy." Yang Fan wiped away the tears on the corner of Yang qian'er's face and went to the house.