At the same time, Xu He, who had been kicked by Li Ziyang, didn't fall on the ground. Instead, he was caught after flying for dozens of meters.

It was a middle-aged man in a grey green military uniform.

The resolute face does not contain much dignity and ferocity.

Even, whether it is the appearance or temperament, the whole person is so plain.

This kind of person, walking on the street, is estimated to be the kind of neglected role.

However, it is such a seemingly ordinary person, but with one hand, he caught Xu He who was kicked to fly.

Then, just like this, he held the Xu River, stepped on the earth, and walked forward.

How heavy his body is, who knows not the power of his face.

However, what is even more shocking is that where the foot of this person is stepping, the gravel is cracked and the earth is sunken.

The hard concrete ground, even under his feet, there are countless towering gullies.

Behind him is the river of heaven, and in front of him is the kneeling of thousands of soldiers.

In the deafening footsteps, he stepped on the ground, he was domineering.

All people are brave and awe inspiring.

"This... This..."

"is this..."

"the God of the army in the hot summer, the dragon and all rivers

At the moment of seeing this man, Li Er and others were shocked and roared.

I don't know why, even when facing Xu Junlin just now, Li Er and he were not as frightened as they are now.

That kind of feeling, as if at this time, not a person, but a mountain as high as ten thousand feet.

"A group of frogs at the bottom of a well, how can they know the real majesty of Baichuan?"

Seeing long Baichuan's appearance, he scared Li Er and others into such a state. Xu Junlin couldn't help laughing with disdain and contempt.

I only think that Li Er and they are people of a small place after all, and they have never seen the world.

While sneering, Xu Junlin looked at Ye Fan again. His eyes full of pity were just like looking at a corpse.

Yes, in the eyes of Xu Junlin, Ye Fan is no different from a corpse.

Long Baichuan was the God of the army in the hot summer. His position in the army was second to none, and his personal strength was incomparable.

In Xu Junlin's opinion, even if this leaf has three heads and six arms, it can never be the enemy of dragon Baichuan.

After all, long Baichuan was the best one among millions of generals and soldiers, who could be compared with Ye Fan, such as a hairy boy.

"That's it, young man."

"Farce, it's time to end it!"

Xu Junlin sneered, and then looked at the Dragon Baichuan who had come close to him and said in a deep voice, "Baichuan, the rest, please."

"Help me to kill this maniac on the spot!"

Xu Junlin's gloomy words immediately rang out.

And Xu River, who was held in his arms by the Dragon Baichuan, also said, "Uncle long, you have finally arrived."

"It was he, this bastard, who humiliated my father, despised my Xu family, and my nephew Shaohua, who died at his hands."

"Next, please kill uncle long

The voice of resentment suddenly rang out.

Xu he and his son, the voice full of killing intention, reverberated for a long time under Haiyuan Pavilion.

At this time, long Baichuan has already held Xu River in front of Ye Fan.

However, just when everyone thought that long Baichuan would put down Xu River and then start to thunder against Ye Fan, all unexpected things suddenly happened at the next moment.