Chapter 677

"Brother fan, is this your card? When did you hook up with the vice president of Beijing Wuda?"

An pangzi was happy and whispered to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was a little confused: "I said I never knew that Beijing Wuda even had someone come to participate in the trial of Lingyuan place. I don't know the vice president at all. Do you believe it?"

This is not the result Yang Fan wants to see at all. Cheng Yaojin, who suddenly killed on the way, directly interrupted the bridge section where he wants to pretend to force him to beat his face and take revenge for the fat man. Do you have wood?

Sensational, elder sister, brush experience, elder sister, even if you want to help, can't you be a little later?

"Classmate an Sheng, classmate Yang Fan!" ye Hanshuang turned to Yang Fan and an Sheng at this time. She glanced at Jing ER and Mo Yuquan lying on the ground and whispered, "now people are fighting and angry. It's time to let them go?"

"Let people go?" Yang Fan shook his head slightly, grabbed the fat man who was ready to be kind and go down the slope, looked at ye Hanshuang softly and said, "I'm afraid it's impossible. My brother and I are not that kind of generous people. If these two little animals fall into our hands, we won't want to go back alive!"

With that, Yang Fan vomited his strength at his feet.

Pop!

Pop!

Jing ER and Mo Yuquan turned their heads into broken watermelons at Yang Fan's feet. Their blood mixed with their brains dyed the surrounding ice red.

"Boy, you want to die!"

"Asshole, take your life!"

Mo Ming and Jing Ren are breathless. They can't believe that all the elite descendants of their family have become cold corpses.

Then they were furious. They didn't care about the vice principal or vice principal. They flew one after another to kill Yang Fan.

Ansheng was also frightened by Yang Fan's sudden killer, as if some didn't dare to know Yang Fan.

Do you want to be so awesome and impulsive.

In front of so many aristocratic family kings, two aristocratic family children were trampled to death. It's definitely a great feud that never ends.

What does brother fan want to do? I've never seen him so impulsive before. How can I feel that his hatred for Jing ER and Mo Yuquan is stronger than his own Lord?

Although Ansheng wished that Jing and Mo would die early, he had absolutely no courage to die young in front of the king level strongmen of Jing and mo.

Even if they want to do it, wait for the place where the spirit source will be opened, and everyone enters the secret territory and then goes quietly to the mainland. There are not so many King guards in the secret territory. Even if they kill all these Tianjiao, they can push them to the monster side. Why do they have to fight against the king opposite like now?

It doesn't make sense. When it comes to the 100 ways of playing the mug, brother fan seems to have more experience than him. Can't brother fan think of the mug that he can think of, even an Shuai?

Ansheng is puzzled.

But soon, he didn't have so much time to think about it, because Mo Ming and Jing Ren had taken the opportunity to make trouble and directly shot them.

Mo Ming slapped Yang Fan, but Jing Ren decided on an Sheng. His fist power was like a rainbow, breaking through the air and directly attacking an Sheng's face.

Ansheng's heart tightened. He knew that the best Fubao given to him by Yang Fan would be lost. With his cultivation, he had no ability to resist Jingren's fatal blow.

"This old bastard is still thinking about my secret place qualification to settle down until this time. If fat master doesn't die this time, he will have to die young sooner or later!"

Ansheng is very cruel. He knows why Jingren will directly attack him. Frankly, the same purpose as Jinger is to kill him and install someone so that the Jings can take over their empty secret place.

This is a secret that almost all aristocratic families in the whole Federation know, but no one has ever stood up and said a word for them to settle down.

In this regard, Ansheng has already seen it clearly, so he has never expected these people to save in time.

The only problem now is that even if he can use the power of Fubao to block Jingren's killing blow, what should he do next? Fubao can't be a level 9 king of martial arts no matter how powerful it is!

"Headmaster ye, help!"

Ansheng naturally looked at Ye Han, who had just shown some goodwill to them. From the scene where she imprisoned Mo Ming just now, the strength of President ye must be far above Mo Ming and Jing Ren. If she is willing to fight, she will solve the immediate situation.

Ye Hanshuang looked a little tangled.

Yang Fan's rash move just now can be said to be a direct sweep of face, making an event that was still under control instantly beyond her control.

Mo and Jing both lost a talent lineage. At this time, if she tries to stop them again, she is bound to completely offend the two aristocratic families.

But if she doesn't do it, Yang Fan, an Sheng and even the shepherd Qianqian will have to fold here today. It would be a pity if such a good talent died here.

"What a trouble! Monk Hua didn't tell me that Yang Fan was a prick before!"

Ye Hanshuang sighed helplessly in her heart. After hearing Ansheng's cry for help, she finally couldn't help it anymore. Her spiritual idea moved and directly imprisoned Jing Ren's body, making his must kill blow stop in front of Ansheng.

As for Yang Fan, ye Hanshuang didn't intervene directly, because she also wanted to see what the reason why Yang Fan dared to be so unscrupulous depended on.

In other words, she wants to teach this arrogant and impolite guy a lesson and let him understand what reality is.

Do you really think that the spirit and martial arts can be so awesome? Do you really think that genius can be so reckless and overbearing?

Now, the first lesson ye Hanshuang wants to teach Yang Fan is that only the surviving genius is the real genius.

Of course, she won't sit back and watch Yang Fan really die. If Yang Fan doesn't come up with a backhand and capital to fight against Mo Ming in the end, ye Hanshuang is sure to move Yang Fan out of Mo Ming's attack at the first time.

Yang Fan stood there quietly, facing Mo Ming's palm directly on his heart and lungs, did not hide or avoid harm, and even his mouth was still with a smile, allowing Mo Ming's king power to quickly approach his chest.

"Die!"

Seeing Yang Fan's mockery that he doesn't pay attention to himself at all, Mo Ming's killing opportunity is even worse. Originally, he only used three parts, but now it has been promoted to ten.

He is not afraid of the boy's backhand. As long as he has enough strength, no amount of backhand can stop his attack.

Mo Ming's attack speed is very fast. It's no exaggeration to say that it's an electro-optic flint. In order to prevent someone from getting in the way again, he wants to beat the young generation who dares to offend their mo family into meat mud as soon as possible!

"Don't leave your hands, just die young!"

Just as Mo Ming's attack was about to stick to his chest, Yang Fan, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke.

Then all the kings present clearly saw that in front of Yang Fan's chest, a small black hole with a larger palm suddenly appeared. In the black hole, a big hand with a little pale was stretched out slowly and quickly, holding Mo Ming's attacking palm in his hand.

"What's the situation?! who dares to meddle in my mo family's affairs?!"

Mo Ming was a little confused. Unexpectedly, he was so easily stopped like a child's play.

An ordinary King level peak, I'm afraid it doesn't have such a strong strength?

"Who is your excellency? If you bully me like this, I'm not afraid..."

Before Mo Ming finished his words, the strength in his palm vomited, and a red fireworks burst and spontaneously ignited directly in Mo Ming's body.

"I'm afraid you're a bird. I'm afraid! I'm old enough to kill young people. It's a disaster for an old man like you to live. Since fan Shaoyi has issued a kill order, please die well!"

With the sound of a little vicissitudes of life, the black hole on Yang Fan suddenly became bigger again, but Tian Buqi pulled a teenage baby out of it slowly.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Ming's Qi and blood and divine consciousness were directly sealed, and he was tightly wrapped in the red flame.

"Sail less, we meet again!"

After finishing the work, Tian Buqi suddenly turned to Yang Fan with a smile. After quietly asking Yang Fan a good question, he pulled the young man behind him and gently scolded: "what are you doing? This will be your master in the future. Don't come to worship him!"

Yang Fan was stunned. What is this?

He said that Tian Buqi was so easy to talk just now. He was not polite to the Ninth level king of the Mo family. He made trouble for a long time. It turned out that he had nothing to ask for.

"Why should I worship him as a teacher?" the young man twisted his neck, looked up and down at Yang Fan, and said, "he's not great. When in danger, he doesn't have to rely on the four elders to survive. How can you and my sister say so badly?"

"Son of a bitch! If I let you worship me, why do you have so many problems?! do you know how much time I and your sister spent trying to give you such a chance to worship me?!"

Tian Buqi couldn't help patting the young man on the head. This smelly boy is more worrying than his sister. He's too disobedient.

"Tian Changlao, isn't this the genius brother in the mouth of Feiyao?"

Yang Fan took a look at the young man and whispered to Tian Buqi, "don't worry about worshipping the teacher first. After all, this twisted melon is not sweet. I Yang Fan don't have the habit of forcing others to worship me as a teacher."

"Well, you can let him stay with me for a while. When he gets in touch, he thinks I'm qualified to be his master and it's not too late to worship him again."

Yang Fan has seen many such spikes. Now he doesn't have so much time. He will be idle. Yang Fan has plenty of means to teach him.

"OK, as long as fan Shao is willing to accept him, everything will be a problem!"

Tian Buqi grinned and arched his hands at Yang Fan, a submissive look.

Behind them, Mo Ming is still struggling and screaming in the red flame. He is the king of nine grades. He is not so easy to be burned.

However, with the passage of time, in the few seconds when Yang Fan and Tian Buqi were chatting idly, Mo Ming's scream has become weaker and weaker, and it won't last long.

He kept yelling and calling for help, but just as he had just dealt with Yang Fan and an Sheng, none of the kings around stood up to help.

People in aristocratic families are often so indifferent.