Chapter 30：

puff-

Blood spattered, and the carapace rat demon squeaked and flew out.

The demon body slammed against the wall severely, and after smashing a shallow pit, it slipped to the ground with dazzling blood stains.

I saw that on the weak spot of the mouse demon's tender and soft abdomen, a long and narrow **** mouth was cut open.

The eyes that were originally agile and cruel are already very dark, with more outgassing and less intake.

"Carapace Rat Demon—"

One of the bodyguards of the psychic master rushed to his companion demon spirit in anger.

After Ye Fan slashed the carapace rat demon with a knife, he didn't stop at all, and moved in front of Sonic Bird.

"Hmm—"

The sonic bird neighed in horror.

The fat body kept flapping its wings and wanted to escape, but Ye Fan's movements were surprisingly fast.

bass-

The sound of the blade breaking through the air came out.

The cold light flashed.

The fat body the size of a Sonic Bird football was split into two directly, blood was splashed, and the corpse fell to the ground.

"puff-"

When the companion demon spirit was killed, the master of the demon spirit of the sonic bird spouted a mouthful of blood.

He said with a grievance on his face: "Smelly boy, you...you dare to kill my companion demon spirit!"

"you…"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan rushed up and snapped, it was just a big ear scraper.

Bang—

A sturdy man of one hundred and sixty seventy catties was directly drawn by him and flew out.

Hit the door with one head.

After getting up with difficulty, he whimpered in his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of broken teeth. Ye Fan was slapped with a slap in the face, shattering his mouth full of teeth.

"It's okay if you can't speak, I'll teach you!"

Ye Fan said lightly.

Where did the bodyguard dared to answer, his face was gray and fearful.

Ye Fan looked at the other bodyguard again.

When the man saw Ye Fan's gaze swept, his whole body shuddered, and his eyes dodge hurriedly.

His head is still sober, seeing Ye Fan's strength, he dare not put a fart, let alone speak.

Holding his carapace rat demon, took out various bottles and pots and potions, and used them for the companion demon spirit, hoping to save his demon spirit's life.

Ye Fan turned around and looked at Zhao Jun and Zhao Jianfeng.

Zhao Jun, dressed in a floral shirt, was full of shock.

For a while, he even forgot the sharp pain on his face.

Looking at the miserable scene of the two Yu Lingshi bodyguards, Zhao Jun couldn't stop muttering to himself: "This... how is this possible?"

"Without even the companion demon spirit, we hacked the demon of the first sequence to death!!"

"you…"

Zhao Jun's eyes fell on Ye Fan's young face, his eyes trembled and his pupils shrank.

Zhao Jianfeng was so surprised that he stood up, and the tea cup he was holding fell to the ground.

The banging sound awakened everyone.

Zhao Jianfeng's eyes were full of surprise and shock.

Sitting in his position, I have come into contact with many psychic masters.

But I have never seen a spiritual master who can kill a demon with a Tang knife without the accompanying demon spirit.

However, in the end is the chairman of such a large steel mill,

Zhao Jianfeng calmed down quickly and walked around the desk.

On his solemn face, he changed his face faster than flipping a book, and he immediately put on a gentle smile.

"Hahaha, Brother Ye is really young and promising!"

"This time my Jinlong's weird incident, with a capable person like Brother Ye, it seems that I can feel free to worry!"

After Ye Fan took over the task, someone specially notified Zhao Jianfeng of Ye Fan's name and basic information.

At this moment, he cordially changed his name, bringing him closer to Ye Fan.

Then, without waiting for Ye Fan to reply, Zhao Jianfeng directly called his son: "A Jun, come here to apologize!"

Hearing what Zhao Jianfeng said, Zhao Jun clutched his swollen cheeks, walked over reluctantly, and reluctantly said to Ye Fan: "Sorry!"

Ye Fan glanced at him and said calmly: "What did you say?"

"I can not hear!"

"you…"

Zhao Jun's face was full of anger. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Jianfeng on the side yelled coldly: "A Jun—"

After being scolded by his father, the expression on Zhao Jun's face immediately obeyed.

Like a **** that was defeated, he bowed his head and bowed to Ye Fan, apologizing very respectfully: "Mr. Ye, I don't know Taishan!"

"It's a bit offensive in words, sorry!"

Zhao Jianfeng said in a timely manner: "I'm really sorry, Brother Ye!"