"He is the Yan Xia man I said, Ye Fan."

"It's him who killed our Indian strongmen."

"It belongs to us, too."

"Now, he has come to the island in the middle of the lake to take treasure."

"He must die, king!"

"Please take this opportunity to kill this son and avenge the dead souls of India

The sound of Ralph's mourning echoed.

He clasped his hands and bowed to the middle-aged man.

Like a defeated general, he is asking his monarch to send troops to rescue him.

Of course, Ralph is not alone.

After him, several other Indian strong men who had survived under Ye Fan immediately stepped forward and worshipped each other.

"Please God, kill him!"

...

please kill him

...

one after another came out, and one voice after another sounded.

The sound of sadness and the words of mourning are like a stream gathering and impacting the heaven and earth.

In this way, the middle-aged man just raised his head and looked at the thin figure standing in front of the cave for the first time. The cold voice also sounded.

"You are ye fan?"

"The Yan Xia man who hurt the strong and robbed the treasures of India?"

"But I didn't expect you to be so young."

"It seems that over the past few years, Yan xiawu has made some good achievements."

The man looked at Ye Fan and laughed coldly.

The words are full of contempt and contempt for ye fan.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end of his appearance, this man is a high-ranking appearance.

As if, in his eyes, Ye Fan and Kong Ming's generation are just insignificant ants. They can be crushed to death.

And ye fan is different from his calmness. At this time, he looks extremely dignified.

Because, from the man in front of him, he actually felt a bit of threat.

For such a long time, Ye Fan has only felt this sense of threat in a few people.

For example, the supreme god of Japan, Yuedu.

The strongest in summer, ye Qingtian.

Of course, there is also the lingering charm of practicing in the cave at the moment.

In other words, the strength of the man who suddenly appears in front of me is very strong!

"Brother Xiaofan ~"

beside Ye Fan, angel seems to feel the terrible oppression from the other side. Her face is pale, and her original smile also disappears. Maybe because of fear and fear, a pair of small hands tightly grasp the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.

And ye fan, also at this time, pulled angel to his back, in order to cope with the unexpected situation that may arise at any time.

At the same time, Ye Fan looked forward and asked without expression: "who are you?"

The man shakes his head, laughs at the same time, raises the footstep, walks towards Ye Fan slowly.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"You only need to know that you are going to die under me today."

"Of course, you are a young generation. I can give you a chance to leave your whole body, which is also a face for ye Qingtian in the hot summer."

Between chuckles, the man stomped on the ground.

Then there was a buzz.

Who could have thought that the sword of a warrior in the crowd was directly shaken out.

Suddenly out of the scabbard, and then as if pulled by people in general, fly directly to the middle-aged man's hands.

He took the sword and threw it at Ye Fan's feet.

"Take it and kill yourself."