Several people looked at each other and continued to curse.

"It's all the fault of that bastard wearing a mask. Why isn't that bastard still dead?"

"Yeah, it was almost that day. If that guy Sun Wei hadn't arrived in time, that kid would definitely be dead."

"Don't worry, that guy will never live long."

"Da, da."

There was a sound of footsteps.

"who!"

Several people exclaimed and looked toward the door.

I saw a tall and thick man, holding a bright long knife in his hand, appearing at the door.

"You, you are?"

Lu Yang frowned.

For some reason, the person in front of him gave him a familiar feeling.

But he was sure that he had never seen this person before.

Chen Fan didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Be bold!"

A man stood up, pulled out a long knife from his waist, and said aggressively: "Didn't you hear Brother Lu ask you again? Are you deaf or mute?"

"Tell me, who are you? How did you find yourself here?"

"Say it quickly!"

The remaining people took out their weapons and stared at Chen Fan.

In their opinion, although this person appeared very strange, their attention just now was focused on talking and chatting.

It makes sense that he didn't notice anyone approaching.

Fortunately, they have a large number of people and this is their territory. Do they need to be afraid of the other party alone?

"The one who takes your life."

Chen Fan sneered.

"What a loud tone!"

"court death!"

When the other people saw this, they all shouted angrily and rushed towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stood on the spot and swung the long knife in his hand several times. He saw several meter-long white sword energy whizzing away in several directions ahead.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two or three meters away, the warriors were struck by the sword energy and split into two. The blood was like a spurt, and the entire back hall was filled with the smell of blood.

There was a "pop" sound.

Lu Yang, who was sitting on the chair, collapsed on the ground and said tremblingly: "Lian, a pulse refining realm warrior?"

"Guessed it right."

Chen Fan held the knife and walked towards the opponent step by step, "It's a pity that there is no reward."

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Lu Yang was completely frightened and didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone run away.

"Friend, we don't know each other. I, Lu Yang, probably haven't done anything to make you sorry. Please let me go."

He begged: "As long as you are willing to let me go, I can give you anything you want."

He didn't dare to speak loudly, because the man in front of him killed him with just one blow.

And even if his voice attracts people from outside, it's of no use. It's better to cooperate honestly, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

"You have nothing to apologize for?"

Chen Fan sneered, and then slapped the opponent's chest with a palm.

"puff!"

Lu Yang spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and he was extremely shocked.

Because he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive at this moment.

A strong uneasiness surged into my heart.

"You, what on earth do you want to do?"

He was terrified.

"You'll know later." After Chen Fan finished speaking, he knocked him out with a palm.
Chapter completed!