Lin Zhenjian didn't know if he had no internal strength, or he was afraid of Wu Fan, he was stunned and was knocked out by Wu Fan, and after getting up from the ground, he defended, his swollen mouth like two sausages was spitting blood, and he said something to Wu Fan vaguely, although Wu Fan couldn't hear clearly, but looking at the mouth shape, he already understood what Lin Zhenjian wanted to say, it was clearly Nyima....

The smile on Wu Fan's face disappeared, gloomy and scary.

If you insult me, how dare you bring your parents?

Lin Zhenjian didn't know that he was already on Wu Fan's list of deaths, and he touched Wu Fan's real reverse scales again, he was afraid that if he wanted to die this time, it was not so simple to die...

Tianxingjian, the gentleman is not strong. The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. With the wind. The gentleman acts with deuteronomy. Gradually, the thunder trembled, and the gentleman repaired the province with fear. Good as water, a gentleman starts with deeds. The fire is the same person, and the gentleman argues with the class. Step Ze walk, the gentleman to distinguish the people's will. Gen Shan Qian, a gentleman is more than a few.

Wu Fan thinks that he is not a gentleman, but he can be regarded as an upright man, no matter in his previous life or present life, he has never done such a despicable and shameless thing, let alone such a person.

However, today, in this other world, he has seen and seen people who can no longer be called human.

Wu Fan was angry, really angry, he was very angry, he wanted the person in front of him to die, and he wanted to die in pain.

The emperor was angry, waved a million, and the blood flowed thousands of miles. The master was angry, and a long shout shook the heavens and the earth, and the blue sky showed his true face.

Wu Fan is neither an emperor nor a master, but when he is angry, he is doomed to Lin Zhenjian's fate.

When everyone didn't react, Wu Fan came to Lin Zhenjian again, he stood in front of Lin Zhenjian, looking down at his opponent, looking at the resentment in his opponent's eyes, looking at the gloom and invisible fear in his opponent's eyes.

He suddenly didn't want to kill him, he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, but he wanted him to live rather than die!

Lin Zhenjian looked at Wu Fan who walked in front of him, and suddenly felt regret, although he never knew how the word regret was written, let alone tasted regret, he just thought about why he wanted to provoke this waste.

Lin Zhen saw that his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but Wu Fan didn't give him a chance to speak, and stepped on his face, his face was full of indifference, and a cold light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Wu Fan plans to abolish Lin Zhenjian, he wants to make him a wasted person, because, for a martial artist, it is better to abolish his martial arts cultivation than to kill him directly, and that taste is simply worse than death.

Wu Fan moved the foot that stepped on Lin Zhenjian's face, and kicked Lin Zhenjian's lower abdomen dantian fiercely, he wanted to break Lin Zhenjian's martial arts cultivation with one kick.

However, just as Wu Fan kicked down, he was locked by an invisible momentum, and this momentum from nowhere oppressed him unable to move.

Wu Fan was about to ask, and then he heard a gloomy voice in his ears, although this voice was gloomy, it echoed back and forth in the street like an explosion, the voice contained irrepressible anger, and the voice was full of majesty.

"You dare, hurt my son!"

This angry rebuke not only woke up the onlookers, but also shocked Wu Fan's ears with blood, and at the same time, it also woke up the red robe on the side.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Fan felt that there was an irresistible aura surging towards him behind him, before the person arrived, the momentum was already coming, for Wu Fan, at this time, he was no less than pressing a five-hundred-pound stone, indescribably depressed, unspeakably uncomfortable, so that the corners of Wu Fan's mouth were filled with blood.

Wu Fan knew that he could have such coercion and claim that Lin Zhenjian was his son, and this person must be the head of the Lin family, Lin Rusong.

Wu Fan's guess was right, it was Lin Rusong, he could allow Lin Zhenjian to fail, he could allow Lin Zhenjian to be beaten, and he could even allow Lin Zhenjian to lose his face and the face of the Lin family.

However, he would never allow others to want to abolish or kill Lin Zhenjian, after all, Lin Zhenjian was his son.

If you are not as good as a person, you will be beaten and humiliated, and you can start all over again, but if you abolish it or die, then there is no such thing as starting over, then you will really become a waste or a dead person, or even a person who is not as good as a dead person.

Therefore, when he saw that Wu Fan actually wanted to abolish Lin Zhenjian, he still made a move after all, and it was a shot full of anger, and he was ready to complete a perfect 'manslaughter' to complete his plot.

Lin Zhenjian's plan is good, and he still has plenty of excuses, that is, in order to save Lin Zhenjian, he lost his hand, accidentally confiscated his strength, and killed him by mistake, he believes that the Wu family will not start a war with the Lin family because of a waste Wu Fan.

Although, today's performance of Wu Fan is different from usual, not like a waste.

But there is a saying that says, imagination is beautiful, reality is not allowed, Lin Rusong did make a dead hand, Wu Fan really had no way to resist under the coercion and offensive of such a realm, it was originally very perfect.

However, just when Lin Rusong's offensive was about to reach Wu Fan, one hand grasped Lin Rusong's silver fist, the palm was glowing red, and the fiery red palm looked thin and weak, but it blocked Lin Rusong's silver fist full of strength and might, the pair of dark iron fists.

And the coercion behind Wu Fan was also invisibly dissolved, Wu Fan gasped heavily, his face turned red, his whole body trembled like sifting chaff, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.

You must know that although Wu Fan is a person who practices martial arts, he also wears three layers of wrapping clothes on this cool Wu Festival in autumn, and Wu Fan's sweat stains actually penetrate these three layers of clothes.

Wu Fan didn't care about this, but raised his shaking right leg and continued the action that he hadn't completed before.

Maybe these short ten seconds are tormenting, uncomfortable, and unbearable for Wu Fan, but for Lin Zhenjian, these ten seconds are wonderful, life-saving ten seconds.

It was these ten seconds that gave Lin Zhenjian a buffer and gave him time to breathe, and when he saw Wu Fan raise his feet again, he accumulated a breath of strength, and before Wu Fan landed, he supported the ground with his right hand with difficulty and withdrew his body.

However, Lin Zhenjian's body was withdrawn, but his right hand was stepped on by Wu Fan, and in the quiet street, the crisp sound seemed so harsh.

Lin Zhen saw that his right hand at this time did not have the blessing of the military decision, it was just an ordinary right hand with an injury, at most, it had more strength than the hands of ordinary people.

(End of chapter)