Chen Fanhao's voice was almost a melody, so all the foreign disciples in the vicinity changed color. Zhu Youwei is very famous in Nantong, not only because of Zhu Xidao, but also because he repaired Yu Qing's heart. On the sixth floor, standing in the tiny sixth small step, no one dared to speak to him like this on weekdays.

Zhu Youwei was dressed in white, clean as snow, but his temperament did not match the decoration. He looked aloof and sneered. Chen Fan: "Young and frivolous, I don't know the depth, I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't wait, if that's the case, don't blame me." “

A man with an unfair name saw him like this, and immediately appeared with some compliments: "Where do you need Zhu Gongzi to hug, these little people can be given to the next person." “

Zhu Youwei nodded slightly, holding an unbalanced hand, the latter was a little proud, and turned to walk towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan shook his head. These people really think that he is like a soft persimmon, but he does not want to talk nonsense. He lifted his foot and kicked it. He kicked the blue-gray stone in front of him and rubbed the air. It squeaks.

"Hey ......"

Poor and unbalanced, only to turn and be beaten, the blue-gray stone hit him in the face impartially, pulling him out of the three steps, a little blushing from the sky, and he used to be stunned.

"This ...... Unusual!"

"Where is the monster, it looks so beautiful, how can it be so powerful?"

Such a sight shocked the subway, and the people around were stunned, and then there was a lot of discussion. It seemed to everyone that the newborn child was so intense that he kicked a large rock on the ground and turned it into a quadrilateral. The monk was shocked.

"This guy ......" Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Chen Fan in surprise, and said "Oh" directly.

At this time, Zhu Youwei was moved. He slowly walked to the front with a gloomy face. He told Chen Fandao: "Where are the people of Nantong, I dare to be a killer here, I am not afraid of this." I don't put this door in. Do you think you're too old in your eyes?"

Who is Chen Fan? He saw more things like this, and immediately squinted his eyes at Zhu Youwei, and said, "I said Zhu Youwei, will your face become thicker? If I stand here and don't move, then you are killing people to bring Nantong people into your eyes? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

After listening to his words, Zhu Youwei's face became even more gloomy. Two cold eyes shot into his eyes. Three young men heard voices say: A man ignores the rules, you deal with him, there elders. Let's talk. “

Hearing the almost orderly words, the young man behind him walked forward together, with a ridiculous smile on his face, and slowly surrounded Chen Fan.

"Xiaofan, you have to be careful, hehe...... Don't be too heavy. Mu Xiaoxiao seemed to be afraid of the world, he was very naughty, and he took a few steps back.

When many people saw Mu Xiaoxiao's capital, they stayed for a while and became even more disgusted with Chen Fan. One of them smiled and said: I don't know what is tall and thick, you are a foreign disciple and even dare to insult Zhu Gongzi. I really don't know about live streaming!"

Next, another young man took a few steps forward and said mockingly, "This is really a bad thing. Just become a foreign disciple. It's a good reputation. If you are lucky, you will be promoted to the rank of inner disciple. Even the core disciples are out of sight, so the foreign disciples won't let you bully yourself?"

"If you get the power, I think you'll be fine, you're still far away. ”

The last one was ridiculed, mocked, moved forward, opened his right hand wide, clenched his fist, and shot a blue sword at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was not afraid. He waved his hand and swung his blue sword. He rushed between the two, his right leg lifted and swept out.

This person was shocked, Chen Fan's speed was too fast, he couldn't make a counterattack in the middle of this time, he had to raise his hand and stop.

"Hey ......"

The sound of broken bones rang out, and the strong man walked into the tiny fourth floor, being swept six feet away by a leg, his left arm falling, his painful face distorted.

Everyone was shocked. This is a four-day-old teacher. He was uninjured when he first played. Chen Fanfeng's attack was clean and clean, but his strength was very strong.

"Let's go together!"

Chen Fan squinted at them and immediately asked the three young men to shout at each other. The posture on the other side did not let them into their eyes, and to hurry up, their eyes suddenly sank.

At the same time, three men forced him to pass. The cleaning man, Chen Fan, renewed his left arm with the help of two other people. His face was dumbfounded, surrounded by Chen Fan.

At the same time, they manipulate Yu Khanh's heart and try to kill Chen Fan. The surrounding blue lights flickered and the grass shook, surprising some viewers. Although these three are not inner disciples, they are much stronger than the other outer disciples.

However, in order to surprise them even more, Chen Fan was not at the bottom, his fists and legs were used together, which looked dull in the rings of the three, easy to move forward, and very luxurious.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Chen Fan's face, but the speed was in vain. The right fist was raised. A man crouched in front of him with a hook and fist. The left elbow hit the chest next to the man. Unfortunately, he was kicked and his tears and tears fell.

"Hey ......"

Three beautiful shots, many miserable at the same time, flew away, and the person who was kicked to the root was directly knocked down.

"Here ......"

Everyone around me was dumbfounded, but the owner of three or four days was easily defeated, and many were stunned and unbelievable.

On the other hand, Liu Ruyan was surprised, Zhu Youwei's face was gloomy, he walked forward slowly, and said coldly: "I don't think about new foreign disciples, but I really need this son." I did it myself, I finally gave you a chance, sighed, apologized, ruined my hand, and got out of Nanjing, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

Mu Xiaoxiao was obviously dissatisfied with him, his mouth was contemptuous, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and many people around him were cold. Knowing Zhu Youwei's violent behavior, many of them were foreigners of the previous generation. name, can't help but take a step back.

"What are you doing!Let me apologize, can you still fit in?!"

When Chen Fan's face changed, the sentence became cold, and another stone was kicked out.

"Boom ......"

Zhu Youwei rushed a blue flying sword inside him. It was two inches long and shattered in the air. The huge stone suddenly turned to powder, and a gust of wind blew like a sandstorm.

"That's a spiritual warrior!"

Someone said it. Obviously, they know a lot about the quality of magic weapons. There are many foreign disciples in this generation. When they saw the weapon displayed by Zhu Youwei, they were eclipsed on the spot and even more frightened.

The magical magic cloud is divided into multiple levels, namely Genres, Spirits, Treasures, Treasures, and Legendary Fairies. Spirits can significantly enhance the attacker's attack power. God's illusions can be sacrificed, so even those who feel the secrets of dust have a hard time gaining souls.

In order to express the people around him, Zhu Youwei was very helpful. A blue flying sword floats overhead. He seemed proud, looked down at Chen Fan, and then slowly pushed it away.

"Xiao Fan is careful, and the spiritual warrior is difficult to deal with. Mu Xiaoxiao said secretly.

Chen Fan nodded silently, looking decent. He was very jealous of the Blue Flying Sword. He took a deep breath, quickly opened his body, stepped on the mysterious speed, step by step, and immediately rushed forward.

"Hurry up!" someone exclaimed.

Zhu Youwei didn't flinch, he looked cold, like looking at a dead person, looking at Chen Yun, Qingyun Jianhua Dasheng's head, a sword was knocked down.

Only he underestimated Chen Fan's speed. Every time he takes a step, his legs are golden, and it seems to flow, giving a natural Taoist feel, like clouds in the sky.

A miraculous step, "Buddhism" recorded in the body, it is said that cultivating to the extreme can overcome the limitations of time and space, and in one step, you can cross thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, which is the speed of the real world.

When a sword fell, Zhu Youwei became gloomy, he smiled coldly, and quickly created a French seal. With the Qingyun Sword above his head, he fell, immediately causing great resistance to Chen Fan. Somewhat scary, he felt that he was carrying a huge mountain on his back at this time.

"Surprisingly, is this the power of the soul?"

"The boy is over, and it is difficult to survive mentally. ”

Many people opened their eyes wide, staring at the blue flying sword, with envious expressions and Chen Fu's pity, they knew the truth of the matter, and I knew very well who was right and wrong, but I didn't dare to say it.

"You don't have a chance, go to hell, give you a lesson today, learn intelligence in the next life, know who can provoke, no one can provoke!"

Zhu Youwei smirked, his eyes were killed, his right hand waved, the light on the Qingyun Sword became even stronger, and he squatted below like a huge mountain.

Chen Fan didn't say anything, his eyes were cold, and the bright and intense momentum of his body suddenly burst out. In an autumn, Qingyun Sword shook his head. At the same time, the soles of his feet flashed. After leaving the remaining images, the whole person immediately appeared in front of Zhu Youwei, and his fist was smashed.

"Hey ......"

This boxing is fierce and heavy, and it is very domineering. It's like a piece of iron god being nailed. The terrible upheaval caused a storm that caused everyone around to change color. Dye the sky and fly nearly ten feet away.