Syllable!

A slap made a fat wave.

"You calf, don't you remember what he said?"

Fatty Bo suddenly remembered something, and said with a solemn face: "Yes, yes, I was wrong, I will apologize." ”

Yi Xiaohuan looked at the few people in front of him with a blank face, none of them who got out of the car looked like good people, either bald heads or flower arms, and there was a mountain of meat.

Fat Bo walked towards Yi Xiaohuan, bowed and said, "Beauty, I'm sorry just now, can I ask you about something?"

Yi Xiaohuan saw that the other party was also a little polite, and said coldly: "What's the matter." ”

Fat Bo said: "What happened on this mountain, why are there so many cars?"

Yi Xiaohuan said in his heart that he was an unaware passer-by, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing, you can go your way." ”

At this moment, a roar came from the mountain.

"Kill!"

The roar was loud and contained great anger.

Fat Bo's flesh trembled, his face was frightened and excited, and he turned back to the bald head and said, "Boss, this voice is familiar!"

The bald head frowned and thought for a while, then pressed his tongue against the missing gums, and pouted: "It seems to be him." ”

Speaking of which, four more people got out of the car in the back, and the shape was similar to that of the previous ones.

A man with bandages on his head and arms said, "Why don't you go up and make sure, that person seems to be in trouble, see if you can help." ”

The bald head sneered and said, "Boss, if there is still trouble with his skills, we will be sent to death if we go." ”

Fatty Bo couldn't help nodding, and the flesh on his face was fanning.

The boss sighed and said, "I've arrived at this step of the field, since I've made a decision, let's go and have a look." ”

Yi Xiaohuan didn't say anything, quietly listened to the conversation of several people, pondered something, and asked, "Do you know the person who roared just now?"

Fatty Bo touched his stomach and said with a smile: "I have had a relationship, I feel that I am very close to that brother, and I want to get to know him." ”

Syllable.

The bald head slapped on the back of the fat wave, and sneered: "Touyuan, are you sure you are not Fang?"

"Beauty, let me tell you, my brother did bad things, and was taught a lesson by that brother, and what about later...... Anyway, we think that brother is very capable, and we want to mess with him in the future, that's it. ”

The bald head was embarrassed to say that he was also taught a lesson.

When several people around heard the bald head's words, they nodded frequently with serious faces and expressed their approval.

Before, the bald head repented, and after returning to the company with Fatty Bo, he told the story about Ling Fan.

Ling Fan's actions shocked several people in Tongtian Mining.

It was just in time for their company's mine to be forcibly occupied by a large organization, and their boss and some of his subordinates were injured.

Therefore, the eight of them all felt that it was better to take refuge in a strong man than to live like this, and Ling Fan was the strongman in their eyes.

The Bentayga has installed a positioning system on its bald head, so he has followed it all the way, hoping to follow Ling Fan in the future.

On the mountain, Ling Fan roared and killed Zhang Zhihe and Wu Ji first.

He performed the Lei Yin sword technique with the saber in his right hand, and pinched the fist mark in his left hand, as if he had turned into a green dragon out of the sea.

Zhang Zhihe snorted coldly, then raised his Western sword, pulled out several golden sword flowers, and stabbed at Ling Fan.

The Western sword is extremely sharp and thin, made of special metal, with extremely high strength and toughness, and is blessed with attribute energy.

Not to mention the mortal body of the flesh, granite will also be poked out of the hole.

Zhang Zhihe planned to use the quick word recipe to solve Ling Fan.

Wu Ji's fists were like golden bowls, with the sound of whirring wind, and he walked towards Ling Fan's door, and his momentum was better than Zhang Zhihe's.

Ling Fan saw the golden light on Zhang Zhihe's side, and the extremely fast speed of the Western sword, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"Is it faster?"

He used the saber in his hand as a sharp sword, and even if he played the thunder sound swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the thunder in the mountains rolled loudly, which was very amazing, as if the power of heaven had descended.

Ding Ding.

In an instant, the saber and the tip of the Western sword collided countless times, and sparks burst out, dazzling people's eyes.

Zhang Zhihe had a look of disbelief in his eyes, his attacks were insidious and vicious, and he took a tricky and fast path, but all his moves were blocked by Ling Fan just now.

And the other party is not only dealing with him, but his left hand is still fighting with Wu Ji.

Ling Fan's eyes were burning and his heart was very calm, and he did not panic at all with one enemy and two enemies, and dealt with it seriously.

The left-handed Qinglong Sea Fist is running at full strength, exerting to a new height, as if it really emits the sound of a dragon's groan.

Boom.

The dull sound shook the surrounding trees, and the expression on Wu Ji's face was slightly distorted, looking very painful, and he felt as if his fist had hit the superalloy, and the pain was terrible.

And the real situation is just Ling Fan's meat fist.

"How can it be so strong? Is this really the strength and flesh of a primary evolutionary?"

Wu Ji was startled in his heart, roared loudly, and glared at Ling Fan.

Ling Fan smiled coldly and said, "You don't know anything about me, it's ridiculous. ”

With that, he didn't stop, opened his bow left and right, and continued to kill the two of them.

If the two are too separated, he will attack only one side, trying to kill one of them quickly.

The people around them were dazzled, and at this moment everyone finally understood how strong the person who had fought them just now was.

This is not an equivalent opponent at all, and after the difference in strength reaches a certain level, it is already difficult to make up for this gap in numbers.

Some people even looked at Xiong Zhenxuan with resentful eyes, and they were resentful in their hearts.

How did Xiong Zhenxuan perceive that it was amazing, and he suddenly found the owner of the resentful gaze, and turned his face to him and smiled coldly.

Suddenly frightened the man's face pale, he almost forgot that this person was even more unprovoked.

"A bunch of garbage, what's the use of asking you, as long as you are strong, everything will be controlled by me. Xiong Zhenxuan said disdainfully.

The battle was stalemate, Wu Ji's defense was really amazing, Ling Fan's fist hit him, making a thumping sound, but it could only shake him back, as if it could not cause substantial damage.

And Zhang Zhihe's side has begun to avoid the edge of the saber, swinging the sword from a distance to sneak attack Ling Fan.

Phew.

Two golden sword rays shot out, directly taking Ling Fan's eyes, and the timing of the attack was extremely tricky and ruthless.

The golden light of the sword flashed, flying in the air, Ling Fan was being attacked by Wu Ji at this time, and it was difficult to be distracted to resist.

At this time, the fighting consciousness honed in the mountains played a key role.

I saw that Ling Fan was defending Wu Ji's attack, desperately turning his head away, his neck almost turned into a right angle, and at the same time raised his saber to meet the sword.

Ding, dang.

After the crisp sound of metal impact, the saber in Ling Fan's hand snapped, and the tip of the knife was knocked away and pierced into the wooden house.

This blow shows the power of the sword, and if it is hit, the consequences are unimaginable.