It was as stable as Mount Tai, making him unable to move.

Ye Fan kicked 6 Qing away, turned his head and glanced at the audience, and said indifferently again:

"Who else?"

This time, no one jumped out.

Compared with people, there are not as many as Ye Fan. Compared with courage, Jin Shao was kicked, compared with martial arts, Black Rakshasa was abolished, compared with power, and 6 Qings kneeled down.

Jin Wen wanted to struggle, but his shoulders were still pressed down and could only stand in a frustration.

There was a dead silence.

Chen Ximo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

The great-grandma looked even more desperate.

"take away!"

Ye Fan waved his hand and begged his great-grandma and the others to leave.

Jin Wen couldn't hold back, and broke free and pressed his hand. He picked up a shot and pointed it at Ye Fan's back and shouted:

"Boy, go and die!"

6 Qing and the others exclaimed: "Ah——"

"Swoosh--"

Just when the bronze inscriptions were about to pull the trigger, Ye Fan, who was facing away from him, suddenly reached out and grabbed a silver chopstick on the table and swung it.

With a sharp sound, chopsticks flashed and sank into the mouth of Jinwendu's gun.

At the same time, bronze inscriptions pressed the trigger.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the bronze inscriptions screamed and the gun fell to the ground.

The barrel of the gun was twisted ugly, with wisps of blue smoke rising, and the gun body was covered with blood.

The gun exploded!

“Happy engagement!”

Ye Fan waved to Chen Ximo and left...

Chen Ximo looked at Ye Fan's back and sweared in shame:
Chapter completed!