Ye Fan and his wife have experienced too much wind, rain and blood, and they can still act as if nothing happened.

But the elites of the five great masters couldn't help but show pain.

"You can fall from a high altitude and kill so many of me."

At this time, Tang Pingfan said lightly: "You should not be a mediocre person in Yang Country."

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I'll send you on the way."

The ugly old man flashed his eyes: "Five people should also taste the pain of severe damage to their vitality."

At this moment, the children of the Tang clan couldn't help but stand up.

They all felt a sharp murderous intent.

"Don't talk big."

At this time, Ye Fan, who had treated Yuan Huihuang's poisonous injuries, calmly walked forward a few steps and stared at the other party:

"Although you are very powerful and have indeed killed many of us, you no longer have the momentum of falling from high altitude."

"First, you have just advanced to the level and have not stabilized your level."

"The second is that our strength is beyond your expectations, otherwise you will not talk nonsense to us."

"With your aggressive nature, you are really sure to slaughter us. You will only slaughter us without saying a word."

He gave a straightforward way: "If you are not sure to kill us, then go."

Faced with his own momentum, Ye Fan was still calm, and the ugly old man couldn't help but show a look of praise.

Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "You underestimate me."

He took a casual step forward.

After taking this step, the murderous aura swept wildly, and the temperature in the surrounding air dropped rapidly.

The ugly old man looked cold and cruel, like a demon.

He raised his right hand high and made an extremely mysterious gesture, as if he was stroking a non-existent knife.
Chapter completed!