Lin Fan looked at the elders with a ugly face and shouted in a deep voice: "Lin Dong is the young patriarch, and his words are mine."

"If something happens today, don't blame me for turning against you. If you turn it over again next time, it's still like this."

Bang.

With a move on Lin Fan, the teacup fell into his hand like this. With a "bang", the teacup turned into powder in Lin Fan's hand like this.

The hot tea dripped down Lin Fan's palm, but Lin Fan didn't care at all.

Everyone in the hall hurriedly turned their heads, and they didn't dare to refute anything. They could see that Lin Fan was very angry.

But considering confidently, it is also true.

The young patriarch's strength is so strong.

A slap can slap Lin Langtian seriously injure and coma, and raise your hand and make an elder in the Creation Realm fall like this.

Such strength.

It's so scary.

The key is that he is less than twenty.

If a person like this cannot become an elder of the Lin family? Then who has the qualifications?

Lin Langtian?

Wake up.

Stop dreaming.

Is Lin Langtian worthy of competing with An Bufan?

They could see that Lin Langtian was only worthy of Wen An Bufan's fart.

Lin Langtian: No, you can’t give up on me! That’s not what you said before!

...

Think about it now.

They couldn't help but feel cold on their backs.

Why didn’t they recognize such a young strong man just now?

All of this has led Old Man Lin Zhi to deviate from them! Thinking about it now, they feel really frustrated.

They think they are also people with an IQ of 25, but they didn't expect that one day they would be led by someone.

Had such a big loss.

Regret!

Regret!

If Lin Zhi is still alive, they will press Lin Zhi to the ground and rub it with a blow.
Chapter completed!