Chapter Ninety-One: Chanyang Academy

Ye Fan looked at Ding Ling, who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, her fingertips pressed her back, she couldn't breathe, there was lake water gushing out of her mouth, and with a violent cough, she finally opened her eyes.

"Oh my God, live!"

"It's amazing, this can be saved!"

The crowd was in a commotion, the cries were overwhelming, and the school leaders were also surprised and delighted.

Ding Ling looked quiet and sweet, wet and a little out of the smell of hibiscus, and his lips were bruised.

Ye Fan took off his coat and wrapped her around her waist and picked her up.

The school leaders blocked the road and shouted for warmth.

"Get out."

Ye Fan's heart was churning, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and a gust of wind swept the figure backwards and flew back, and Xuanlong Jue tore a passage in front of him.

The audience was silent.

Looking at the domineering figure in the distance, everyone's jaws almost fell to the ground.

"That's amazing!"

"I feel like something big is going to happen......"

As long as you are not a person who has lost all five senses, you can detect the monstrous killing intent that erupted in that moment, and the breath of that young man is like a hellish Shura, which makes people stand upside down.

And it was the first time he appeared in Yangguan Academy, could it be that the relatives of the Ding family outside the country had returned!

Maybach galloping.

Ding Ling sat next to Ye Fan, his big watery eyes were red, "Cousin Ye......"

"Don't cry, I will seek justice for the Ding family, and my brother will not let go of any of the people who bully you."

Ye Fan touched her head, and then ordered Tu Yin faintly: "Go to the Canyang Academy." ”

Tu Yin immediately turned around and went straight to Canyang.

Even if the dean makes a move tonight, he can't stop the drunken gods!

Zhang Long looked very nervous, "Ye Shao, the safety of you and Miss is important......

Ding Ling was also worried, "Cousin, forget it, I'm still alive, it doesn't matter." ”

"You just have to watch, the person who bullies you, you have to pay."

Ye Fan's anger could not be contained, but out of politeness, he still had to respond to the world, and he might demolish the Canyang Academy Palace tonight.

The world in the world: Canyang is one of the nine universities under the constellation of the Star Palace, I hope Mr. will not make too much trouble.

Ye Fan: I respect you as the protector of Kyushu, so I informed you in advance, the Star Palace has raised a bunch of brutes, and you also deserve me to greet you in advance?

The world of the world: The lord of the palace is also your cousin, why favor one over the other? If the husband is not angry, he can tell her, and she will come forward to adjudicate.

Ye Fan: I'm sorry, I prefer to be direct.

The group chat is closed.

In the early hours of the morning, the Chanyang School Palace arrived, it deserves to be one of the nine universities, the entrance hall is sparse, and the high-rise buildings are numerous.

Tu Yin wanted to stop, but Ye Fan whispered indifferently: "Crash open the door and break in." ”

Tu Yin grinned and mouthed white teeth, the body suddenly accelerated, and a loud bang rang throughout the school palace, and the gate was knocked out of the sky.

"What the hell!"

The guards were shocked and chased after him, but Maybach had no taboos and went straight to the school district where the young masters lived.

"This is it, sir."

Tu Yin parked his car under a luxurious building, and the windows of the building in front of him were all huge floor-to-ceiling windows, very bright, and the architectural shape was more luxurious than a five-star hotel.

There was a rush of beatings and screams.

When Ye Fan got out of the car, he saw a security guard on the ground, Tu Yin stood not far away with his arms around his chest, indifferently facing the students who gathered around to watch the excitement.

Ding Ling and Zhang Long got out of the car together, at a loss.

They didn't know where Ye Fan got the confidence to break into the Canyang Academy Palace directly.

You must know that the Canyang Academy Palace is backed by Jiutian, and Duo Wentian is the dean, even if he is not there, the vice dean is not easy to provoke, not to mention that there are so many martial arts teachers.

"Xiao Ling, what are the names of the people chasing you?"

Ye Fan asked faintly, and Ding Ling hesitated to report a few names, Du Qinghai, Zhang Miao......

Every time these names were spoken, it made her feel an uncontrollable fear, because they represented the top forces in Yancheng, and even the young masters in the official face, such as that Zhang Miao!

Ye Fan motioned to Zhang Long to call them down.

Seeing that Ye Fan was not afraid, Zhang Long gritted his teeth and let go, and roared at the luxurious building.

A figure appeared at the window, "Zhang Long, you mud legs, don't give face!" ”

"What kind of place is this, no matter how much you shout, Ben Shao cut your tongue."

Before the words fell, the tempered glass shattered one after another, accompanied by piercing screams.

"I want to see how bold I am!"

The young masters were completely enraged, and a group of people scolded and went downstairs, the blue-haired young man led by Zhang Miao was Zhang Miao, and it was Du Qinghai who was wearing pajamas and dragging shoes.

When they saw Ding Ling, they had a ghostly expression, "You're still alive!" ”

"It's good to be alive, to be alive to play with us."

"Did you come here at night to think clearly, and promised to serve us?"

Several young masters laughed.

Seeing this, Ding Ling clenched his pink fist, and his eyes were full of anger.

Ye Fan swept over a few people and asked, "Xiao Ling, it's all here, right?" ”

"Yes, Brother Ye......"

"Okay."

Ye Fan strode over.

Seeing this, Du Qinghai came up with his pajamas and came up face to face with Ye Fan, "You came to find a place for that little slut?" Know who Lao Tzu is? ”

Syllable!

Du Qinghai was slapped into the air and turned 3,600 degrees, smashed to the ground, and before he could get up, Ye Fan smashed his spine with one foot.

A crunch accompanied by a pig-killing scream swept through the night sky.

The entire area was dead, and a dark red line of blood stained the ground.

The students rubbed their eyes desperately and were terrified, and several young masters were shocked when they saw this, only Zhang Miao's face was distorted, pointing at Ye Fan's nose and scolding: "My father is the commander of the city guards, you dare to touch me!" ”

Ye Fan waved his arm, and the latter flew over uncontrollably, grabbed his neck with his big hand, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

Ye Fan's face was as cold as ice in the face of his distorted face: "You'd better call your father, so that I don't have to run again." ”

With that, Ye Fan threw him to his feet, and with a bang, Qi Gen stepped on his thigh bone.

The screams were heard for a while, and the students' scalps were numb.

Where did this God of Killing come from!

Knowing the identities of the two, you still dare to do it?

"You're done, young man!"

A teacher from the academy stepped forward to stop him, and suddenly Tu Yin was like a burst of black shadow fog and instantly approached, the latter didn't even see clearly, he was stabbed in the chest with a blow knife, and his strong body turned into a cannonball that crossed the school district for more than ten meters, slammed heavily on the wall, and then fell to the ground without moving, and he fainted in pain.

The eerie girl's hand is shocking, but she is not very old, but she can directly kill the teacher of the academy in seconds!

The students retreated in horror, and the other teachers who wanted to make a move all shrank their heads.

Under the night, the cold air rolls upside down, this is the presentation of the substantial killing intent!

One master and one servant in the field are extremely powerful, and they dare to come to one of the nine academies to make trouble, and they are definitely not ordinary people!

The school district became quieter and quieter, and only the howls of the young masters remained.