Quiet! For a while, the entire residential area was quiet and scary, like a tomb!
Everyone looked at Yang Fan with horrified eyes, as if looking up at a demon god.
"Lost... I lost! Thunder... Thunderstorms... just so lost!!!"
The script shouldn't be played like this, shouldn't it be thunderstorms that easily crushed Yang Fan's waste? It turned out to be good, and there was a 360 degree reversal. The crushing was actually a crushing, but it was replaced by Yang Fan, the "waste" who crushed their Mo Zhufeng first person! ! !
Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yang Fan is completely capable of doing it, and obviously still retains his hole cards.
A punch hit the thunderstorm, Yang Fan didn't mean to let the thunderstorm go. Ignoring the horrified gaze of the surrounding handyman disciples, he stepped forward and walked towards the thunderstorm that fell to the ground! ! !
Yang Fan's pace is very slow, but every step is like stepping on the heart of a thunderstorm, and he can't breathe.
"Yang... Yang Fan, you... what are you going to do?" When Yang Fan was away from the thunderstorm's land, the thunderstorm could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure in his heart and shouted.
"What are you doing?" Yang Fan cracked at the corner of his mouth, revealing a white tooth gleaming with cold light, "Thunderstorm, what do you say I want to do!!!"
"Yang Fan, you... Don't mess around. They are all the same. If you have any words, let's just say..." Thunderstorm moved back with difficulty and said tremblingly.
"This... this person is really the thunderstorm that might dominate me, Mo Zhufeng?" The Sifang handyman's disciple reacted to them for a while. The thunderstorm gave them the feeling that they were always the one-day boss, the second child, and his third child. , The master of no taboos.
"The same door? You are worthy of mentioning the same door with me!!!" Thunderstorm didn't mention the same door. It's okay. Now when I mention it, Yang Fan was furious, his face was full of suffocation, and he stepped directly on the thunderstorm's wrist. Boom, the wrist bones of the thunderstorm were shattered.
"Ah!!!" The heart-wrenching pain suddenly caused the thunderstorm to erupt into a heart-piercing scream, like a scream of mourning, "Yang Fan! You beast! You are so cruel, you must die!" !!!"
The previous punch was heavy, but it caused him to break a few ribs. At most, he was allowed to lie down for ten and a half months, but this foot trampled his right wrist bone. After a smash, his right hand is afraid that it will be useless in the future, let alone beating people, whether he can use chopsticks normally is a big problem.
"Dare to scold me?" Jian raised his eyebrows and stepped out again, taking the thunderstorm's left wrist directly.
"Ah!!!" With a wailing sound like a pig, the thunderstorm's left wrist followed in the footsteps of the right wrist.
"Yang...Yang Fan, you...you little beast, you must not die!!!" The thunderstorm's eyes spurted blood and roared, like an irritated beast, trying to eat people. "My eldest brother will not let you go, die! I want you to die, I want you to die..."
He whose hands were abandoned, not to mention being promoted to the outer door, whether he can continue to practice martial arts is a big problem. This hatred and hatred is that it is difficult to wash away with all the water from all corners of the world! ! !
"Dare to threaten me, I think you are looking for death!!!" With a cold complexion, the terrifying cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.
The big fist of the sandbag slammed into the thunderstorm like raindrops. For a while, the sound of fractures, bone cracks, vomiting blood, screams, and screams kept ringing.
As for the threat of thunderstorms, Yang Fan didn’t care about it at all. He is no longer a waste of twenty days ago. He was cultivated in the early stage of the fifth layer, coupled with the powerful 8-Rank inferior bloodline, he just put it out. Within the door, everyone deserves to be called a master, that thunderstorm’s eldest brother is also an outside disciple, even if he is stronger than him, he is not too outrageous. At this time, he is not without the power of a battle. Give him some time, it is not always certain who teaches him! ! !
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"... ...
After a smashing meal, Yang Fan was still not relieved. He lifted his foot and jumped vigorously. There was no trace of his hand. Every punch and every foot contained hundreds of ding powers. With ease, you can grind a piece the size of a grinding disc. The rocks are broken into pieces! ! !
"Cruel! This Yang Fan is really cruel! This is going to completely abolish the thunderstorm!!!"
The handymen all around couldn't help but shudder, looking at Yang Fan, who was constantly violent thunderstorms, like looking at the demon from the abyss of hell, secretly vowing in his heart that he would never offend this evil star in the future.
"Miscellaneous! It's really terrible! It's over! I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed for the second half of my life after a thunderstorm!!!"
A trace of pity flashed in the eyes of many handyman disciples, but somehow, there was a bit of ecstasy and a bit of pleasure in the bottom of their hearts. Among them, a few of them had not suffered from the thunderstorm! ! !
"Hahaha... .. happy! Really happy! Hahaha... .."
Seeing the thunderstorm that passed out completely like a puddle of mud at his feet, Yang Fan only felt that a boulder in his chest came down suddenly, and his whole body was indescribably happy. The grievances suffered by thunderstorms in the past year, at this moment, All vented out.
Not only that, Yang Fan also noticed that after this battle, his Mangniu Kaimai Fist had made a little progress. Several changes that were not well understood before were instantly clear, and a hint of the mystery of the transformation was vaguely glimpsed.
Yang Fan turned his gaze and looked at Luo Cheng and the others who had just clamored for thunderstorms to kill him. Thunderstorms deserve to die. These little people who act as tigers are also unforgivable. They rely on thunderstorms to support them. Over the years, they have suffered. Tired, I don't know how many colleagues have been oppressed.
"Brother Yang is forgiving, Senior Brother Yang is forgiving, and we don't want to trouble you. Everything is driven by thunderstorms, and everything is driven by thunderstorms..."
"And this Luo Cheng, Brother Yang, both of them instigated us to come over, Brother Yang Mingjian, Brother Yang Mingjian!!!"
"Yes! Brother Yang, it's none of our business, it's really none of our business!!!"
In an instant, the more than ten thunderstorm brothers knelt down in front of Yang Fan, begging, and all kinds of shit bowls buckled the thunderstorm and Luo Cheng one after another.
"You...you...wow puff..." Luo Cheng on the stretcher furiously attacked his heart, spouting a mouthful of blood, turning his eyes, and fainting again. ! ! !
"They're forcing you?" Yang Fansen smiled coldly, his eyes flashed with disdain, he really considered himself a fool, and these days, you bully Lao Tzu are very happy, these accounts should also be calculated. Up!
Soon, half of the mountainside that had just quieted down again rang out a tingling wailing sound, which shocked countless night owls in the mountain.
The night remains as usual, but no one knows that the fate of several people on Mozhu Peak has been quietly changed! ! !
Near the top of Mozhu Peak, there is a small independent courtyard the size of a few acres of land, exquisite decoration, rockery garden and pool. This is the residence of the most powerful person on Mozhu Peak, the principal Zhao Yiming! ! !
In the early morning of the first day, a group of wounded people were welcomed in the main hospital. Two of them were wrapped in gauze like rice dumplings, lying tragically on two stretchers. It was the thunderstorm and Luo Cheng, his number one thug.
And beside them, there are a group of thunderstorm brothers, all of them bandaged and plastered. Of course, compared to the thunderstorm and Luo Cheng, their injuries are much lighter.
In front of a group of wounded, stood a middle-aged man in his forties. He was handsome and elegant in appearance. Although his temples were slightly stained with frost, there was a faint heroic breath between his eyebrows. He was still very Fascinating. This person is no one else, but the master of Mo Zhufeng—the principal Zhao Yiming.
"What's going on? Is it possible that other peak laborers came to provoke?" Zhao Yiming was surprised and angry looking at the thunderstorm that was indistinguishable from the mummy. The thunderstorm was the first person in Mo Zhufeng, and the copper after ten days. During the trip to Renxiang, he still points to the thunderstorm to make him face, what is it like now? Don't talk about giving yourself a face, just don't embarrass yourself! ! !
"Master Zhao, you have to call the shots for me, Yang Fan's little beast is simply not a human..."