"What?"

"Escaped again?"

Seeing that Ye Fan had dodged Hua Yinglong's attacks several times in a row, Xu Fengliang's expression suddenly became solemn.

The previous contempt for Ye Fan undoubtedly faded a lot in an instant.

"Being able to dominate Jiangdong, it seems that this kid still has some strength."

"But so what?"

"This bit of strength is still not worthy of my Xu Fengliang's niece, let alone my Xu family's high-ranking lord!"

If Ye Fan respected him and respected him before, and begged him to worship him, maybe Xu Fengliang would still be able to open the net and save Ye Fan's life.

It's a big deal, let Ye Fan and Xu Lei maintain an intimate relationship in private.

Back then, Empress Wu Zetian still had three thousand faces, and in the future, Xu Lei ascended to a high position, and she really became the queen of Yanjing, and it was not too much to keep a few little white faces under her hands.

But it's a pity that Ye Fan offended him before!

His arrogance and arrogance undoubtedly made Xu Fengliang not have the slightest good impression of Ye Fan.

Even if Ye Fan died at the hands of Hua Yinglong today, he would not be moved.

"Grandpa, this is what you said about the hope of our Yanjing Martial Dao?"

"Looks like it's nothing spectacular."

"Completely pressed and beaten by Hua Yinglong."

"There is only the ability to parry, and there is no power to fight back."

"If his granddaughter plays, her performance will be much better than him!" Lu Wan'er on the side shook her head and said, with a bit of contempt and disbelief in her tone.

After all, his grandfather rarely praised her.

Now that an outsider has been praised by her grandfather as a real dragon, Lu Wan'er is naturally a little unconvinced.

The old man in military uniform was unmoved, still staring at it, and at the same time replied lightly: "Wan'er, although you have good talent, you still have little experience after all. ”

"Do you really think that the young man has no power to fight back?"

"He just didn't want to fight back."

"It's like a swordsman, if you don't draw your sword, you can draw your sword..."The old man paused, ".... Turn the world upside down! ”

What the?

Lu Wan'er trembled when she heard this.

Rumble~

At the same time, another punch fell.

Ye Fan took a step to the left and dodged steadily.

"Bastard boy!"

"Hiding from what?"

"If you have the ability, make a move, fight with me!"

"Come on?"

"What kind of ability is it to cower?"

It's already nearly a hundred moves.

Hua Yinglong has made a hundred moves so far.

But this Ye Fan in front of him is like a loach.

Ten thousand flowers have been in the bush, and the leaves do not stick to the body!

After fighting so far, he has not been able to hurt Ye Fan in the slightest.

"Do you really want me to do it?"

"If I make a move, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use the Seven Swords again!"

"Oriental Seven Swords, to be honest, I really want to comprehend."

"I want to see what kind of power the Oriental swordsmanship that can hurt the copper mountain is?"

On the ring, Ye Fan stood with his hands in his hands, and his faint laughter sounded slowly.

After Hua Yinglong heard it, his expression immediately froze: "Copper Mountain? ”

"You mean that stupid big guy?"

Thinking of this, Hua Yinglong suddenly smiled.

"I was puzzled before, you are a Jiangdong boy, why did you run to Yanjing to seek death if you were not good at being your head snake in your projectile land?"

"It turns out that I came here to avenge that stupid big man."

"Good!"

"Since you want to understand, then the old man will fulfill you!"

Airplanes~

When the words fell, Ye Fanzhi heard it, and in the void, there was a low hum.

Subsequently, everyone only saw that a short blade slipped out of Hua Yinglong's sleeve quietly.

The white blade of the forest reflects the scorching sun, the cold light of the forest!