"That guy is dead."

"It deserves it?"

"Not seeking death!"

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Guardian Xiao Liu shook his head repeatedly and said inwardly.

However, in the face of Wei Qing's formidable power, Ye Fan ignored it.

He was still sitting there, holding a tea cup, calmly and enjoying the tea.

That calm and indifferent look was like the water in the flat lake, but it did not cause any turmoil.

The wind passing through the house slowly swept across, blowing Ye Fan's hair on his forehead.

Below the ends of his hair was Ye Fan's indifferent smile.

When the punch reached the momentum, Ye Fan shook his head and said with a smile.

"Forget it, since you insist on seeking death, then I, Ye Fan, will be as you wish."

"It's just right, let you see what it means, the leader of a hundred fists!!"

As the smile fell, Ye Fan's eyebrows and eyes suddenly became cold.

Then everyone saw that the boy here looked shaking.

Like jade palms, they stretched out quietly.

Then, he curled up and clenched his fists and smashed it down suddenly.

Bang ~
Chapter completed!