What shit glory?

Even if she is planted in her body is the soul of the emperor Lao Tzu.

Everyone is dead, and the glory in the future has a fart.

"Haha ~"

"You are right!"

"Master Ben is high, after the wealthy nobles."

"In my eyes, you are a fart."

"I care about you bites?!"

"Those who know the phase, roll me away."

"Otherwise, don't blame Master Ben."

Miyamoto Nan scolded angrily, and seemed to have no patience.

Ye Fan heard this, but shook his head: "In this case, there is nothing to say."

Um?

"You ... what do you want to do?"

"Could it be that you still dare not do it to me?"

Seeing Ye Fan's more cold face, Miyamoto Nan's heart began to tremble unconsciously, when there was a bad premonition.

When he was about to shout to protect, Ye Fan's kick had already kicked out.

A 嘭 嘭.

Ye Fan's high -whip leg was directly stuck on Miyamoto's face, and blood mixed with broken teeth even if it flowed out.

He was also flying out by Ye Fan as if he was artillery.

The screaming sound is endless.

"This ~"

"This brother, so arrogant?"

"The young master of the Miyamoto family, dare to fight?"

The crowd on the roadside was scared at the time.

I just think the young man is too big in front of him, right?

Did he not see the more than a dozen bodyguards next to Miyamoto South?

In this case, I still took the lead in fighting. Isn't this looking for myself?

"Hey ~"

"This brother is afraid it is miserable."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, looking at Ye Fan's eyes, full of sympathy and compassion.

Sure enough, after Miyamoto Nan kicked Ye Fan, he got up with blood from the ground with blood.

At that time, his eyes were red, and in the eyes of Ye Fan, he was full of resentment.

"Wang Ba egg, dare you hit me?"

"I announce, you're finished!"

"Everyone, give me."

"Put this stinky boy into death!"

"Give me to death ~"

The roar in Nanda, Miyamoto, as if the whole person was crazy.

Subsequently, under his order, the group of people behind him coaxed up and surrounded Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shook his head, his face was expressionless, and in deep eyebrows, he was completely indifferent.

"Do not self -measure."

Ye Fan whispered, and then shot again.

Step on the ground and connect a few feet.

嘭嘭嘭 嘭嘭嘭 嘭嘭嘭 嘭嘭嘭 嘭嘭嘭

The deafening voice couldn't stand like a thunder.

Later, everyone only saw that a dozen tigers who were backbarie were turned out by Ye Fan, and they all flew out all.

Just instantly, the eighteen people in the audience were all knocked down by Ye Fan, and they couldn't afford to cover their stomachs.

"This ~"

"This ... this ~"

"Is this special, so strong? !!"

Seeing a scene in front of you, everyone was stunned.

Staring at your eyes, like looking at the ghost, looking at the show in front of him.

Ten seconds!

No, three seconds.

Just three seconds.

From Ye Fan's shot to the end, it was three seconds to support death.

But in such a short time, eighteen men were put down by him.

This second, I kicked six people!

"My Olympics!"

"I'll go to Nima!"

"Can you be better?"

Everyone only felt thrilling and trembling.

Miyamoto is equally horrified, and her eyes are almost cracked.

"This ..."

"How is this possible?"

He didn't expect that an inconspicuous small character was so powerful.

At this time, after solving those men, Ye Fan's cold eyes fell on Miyamoto South again.

At that time, Miyamoto south was stunned, only to feel cold on the back.

What do he want to do?
Chapter completed!