"Are you going to start?"

"I just don't know, can Mr. Chu hold it up?"

"I hope Mr. Chu can continue writing miracles."

Feel the more cold atmosphere above the lake. The old Lei Laosan on the shore, the hearts of Li Er and others were undoubtedly hanging, and prayed secretly in their hearts,

Everyone is nervous, watching the two figures in the snowfall in front.

"Miracle fart!"

"He Ye Fan, just a rural reference, even if he left the shit and became the respect of Jiangdong."

"But so?"

"In the face of these strong men, he only has the killing of being killed!"

Chu Wenfei vicious cursing.

He Yurou and others were silent, but just looked at it from a distance.

"Mr. Chu, do you win back?" He Yurou thought.

And Qiu Mucheng, who was Ye Fan's wife, tightened his palms. Because of worry, his palms were full of cold sweat.

Obviously, after seeing the skills of Wangyuehe, everyone has not had much confidence in Ye Fan.

On the heart of the lake, in the face of Ye Fan's words, Wangyuehe frowned.

"What a arrogant junior!"

"For so many years, you dare to speak in front of me, you are the second one."

"The previous one is your God of War, Ye Qingtian."

"However, I don't think you will be lucky like him."

"Today, I will let Dongchang Lake be the buried place for your arrogant child!"

The sound of the anger of Wangyuehe.

But Ye Fan had no patience, his eyebrows were chilling: "You talk a lot nonsense!"

Boom ~

In the sound of low drinking, Ye Fan stepped on Pinghu, a violent palm, and suddenly smashed.

A war, finally at this moment, it will send it!

And when Ye Fan was smashed out, the heavens and the earth were boiling.

The majestic power, just if it is heer, according to Ye Fan's palm, gathered crazy.

Dongchang Lake water under his feet also began to roar.

Especially the water under Ye Fan's body, it is even more like summoning, rolling crazy.

The surrounding waves splashed on Ye Fan's body, but it was instantly evaporated into nothingness.

Looking at it from a distance, Ye Fan's momentum is like a rainbow, like a flying dragon in the sky!

Seeing such a scene, the martial arts who watched the war in the distance were shocked.

"This ... this ..."

"The power is like a long, the blood is like a dragon?"

"This is the realm of the master!?"

"This teenager is also a master?"

In the crowd, it suddenly exploded.

Countless people, tremor loss.

The master is like a dragon.

If the martial arts enters the state of the master, the blood is strong and abnormal.

And Ye Fan in front of him, his body is full of blood, but he is comparable to the master.

But, the master of the early twenties?

God!

What is this concept?

You know, there are 1.3 billion people in Huaxia, the master who really comes out, but only the ten people on the master list.

Each master, in any country, is also a well -known town strong.

In ancient times, it was a big man who worshiped.

Now seeing, Ye Fan in front of him is likely to be the eleventh master of Huaxia. Of course, everyone is trembling!

"In the early twenties, martial arts entered the state of the master."

"The God of War, Ye Qingtian, is just that?"

"Really, heroes are young!"

"Today, if this son is not dead. He will be famous for his famous Huaxia!"

On the banks of Dongchang Lake, countless people trembled.

Previously, the contempt and ridicule of Ye Fan disappeared instantly.

This is the martial arts world.

Only if you have the power, you will naturally be respected.

When the crowd trembled, there was not much surprise at the Wangyue River on the cusp of the wind and waves.

Before coming, he had guessed Ye Fan's strength.

Being able to kill Hua Yingtian is at least the master of the master!

The facts in front of me just verified his conjecture.
Chapter completed!