Thunderstorm and his men immediately told Zhao Yiming what happened yesterday, adding oil and soy vinegar to Zhao Yiming. In their mouths, Yang Fan was simply a heinous villain, looting, looting, burning and looting.
"Yang Fan? Which peak master is this?" Zhao Yiming frowned, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes. Luo Cheng is not a weak person. Only one step away from the cultivation of the Triple Heaven peak is qualified to break through Tongren Lane. Thunderstorm It is even more extraordinary. It is only a step away from the realm of the fifth heaven. Among the seven-star sect's miscellaneous servants, he can be seriously injured. This is by no means an unknown generation, but he recalls the top powerhouses of the major miscellaneous peaks. , Did not think of who Yang Fan is.
"Mr. Zhao, it's not the master of other peaks, it's our Mo Zhufeng's Yang Fan, hiss!!!" Because of the excitement, the wound was suddenly pulled, and the thunderstorm was so painful that it sucked air-conditioning.
"What? Yang Fan of our peak?" Zhao Yiming's eyes widened and his face was unbelievable, as if he had seen the legendary ghost, Yang Fan, he had some impressions, a shy teenager with low talent, and he was determined to be driven out this year. One of the candidates to leave, such a waste, not to mention the first person in Mozhu Peak, thunderstorm, any handyman disciple in front of him can beat him all over the ground to find teeth! ! !
"Master Zhao, it is the little beast, you must call the shots for me!!!" The thunderstorm cried again, the sound was so sad, the listener cried.
"Really... It's really him? But how is this possible!" Although reason told him that what they said about thunderstorms was true, after all, it was not a glorious thing, and they didn't have the guts to deceive it. Own, but he still couldn't accept it.
Yang Fan, their famous rubbish in Mo Zhufeng is almost certain to be swept out, and thunderstorms, but they will be the first person in Mo Zhufeng, and he has always placed high hopes on them. There is simply a difference between the two. It stands to reason. Even if a hundred Yang Fan teamed up, there was not enough thunderstorm to fight alone.
"Master, what the disciple said is true, there is absolutely no falsehood!!!" Seeing Zhao Yiming still a little disbelief, the thunderstorm immediately became anxious, "The disciple can swear!!!"
"It seems that all of this is true!!!" At this moment, even if Zhao Yiming can no longer accept it, he still has to believe that the thunderstorm and others are really hurt by Yang Fan. Have grown to such a realm!!!"
"Also ask the principal to call the shots for me. Then Yang Fan didn't care about the friendship of the same family. He hurt me so badly. It is simply frantic and unavoidable for all deaths!!!"
As soon as the voice of the thunderstorm fell, his little brothers immediately became passionate and echoed again and again...
"Yes! Please also ask the chief to call the shots for me!!!"
"If you don't punish Yang Fan, the disciple refuses to accept it!!!"
"If you don't punish Yang Fan, it's hard to tolerate the laws of nature!!!"
"Shut up all of you, yelling, how decent you are!!!" Zhao Yiming's expression was suddenly cold, "Come on, let Yang Fan come over!!!"
Hearing this, the corner of the thunderstorm's mouth was curled up, a trace of pride appeared, and even more of a third, little beast, this time, let's see how you died! ! !
Soon, under the leadership of a servant, Yang Fan entered the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.
As Yang Fan approached, the thunderstorms and others showed hatred eyes, especially the mummy-like thunderstorms and Luo Cheng, with bloodshot eyes and bulging blood meridians. They really want to eat their flesh and drink their blood. Being able to kill people, Yang Fan is afraid that they have been smashed into pieces by them, and Ling Chi has been executed! ! !
It was this little beast who cruelly abolished his limbs and made it difficult for him to practice martial arts in this life. This hatred is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea! ! !
"Yang Fan has seen the master!!!" A faint glance at Thunderstorm and the others, Yang Fan respectfully saluted Zhao Yiming, but a vigilance flashed in his eyes. Vaguely, he already understood the purpose of Thunderstorm and others. The fist bends into a fist without knowing when, if this master Zhao is indiscriminate, and wants to force the thunderstorm and others, he will definitely not sit back and wait for death and catch it.
"Yang Fan, but did you hurt them during the thunderstorm?" After waving his hand to indicate that Yang Fan does not need to be polite, Zhao Yiming looked at Yang Fan anxiously.
"Does this Master Zhao really want to make his head for the thunderstorm?" Yang Fan's heart condensed slightly, but he nodded, admitting that he had seriously injured the thunderstorm and his party. During the battle last night, there were so many people who saw him. Even if he wanted to deny it, he still nodded. To no avail! ! !
"Hahahaha..." Seeing Yang Fan nodding and admitting, Zhao Yiming burst into laughter suddenly, "Good! Good! Good! Can beat a thunderstorm with one punch, and the sect's many handyman disciples can beat Yours, I’m afraid there are very few, ten days later, in the Battle of Tongrenxiang, you will definitely be able to get a good result for Benfeng, and it is not impossible to even squeeze into the top ten. That Benfeng’s assessment this year, there must be one On the review, when the time comes, I will be able to get at least the first grade of Mozhufeng Zayue Peak!!!"
After laughing to himself, Zhao Yiming couldn’t help but laughed again, “The rank of Miscellaneous Peak is increased by one grade, and the number of Miscellaneous Peaks under the jurisdiction of this seat, as well as various benefits, can also be increased by at least one. Grade, sent it, this time this seat is really going to send... Hahaha..."
"Lord... You are the lord... You are looking for me, isn't it for them to be the master?" Yang Fan couldn't react for a while. There seems to be something wrong with the script. Look at Master Zhao. This way, it's not like you're coming to trouble yourself! ! !
"Yang Fan, this school has never forbidden competition among handyman disciples. They ended up in today's field. It is because they are not good at learning and can't blame others. How can this seat be the one who doesn't know right and wrong!!!" Zhao Yiming With a chuckle, it was too late for him to reward Yang Fan. How could he blame Yang Fan for such a genius for a few wastes! ! !
"There are ten days left, the Battle of Tongrenxiang. In these ten days, this seat will give you sick leave, no need to do handy duties, and let you prepare for the battle with all your strength, hoping to make progress and achieve even more excellent results! !!!"
Hearing that, Yang Fan was immediately overjoyed. Without that tedious job chase, his progress of cultivation level would surely be upgraded to a new level. On the contrary, the complexion of Thunderstorm and his party was wrinkled and pale. What is this, stealing? Doesn't the chicken eclipse the rice
But obviously, it's not over yet! ! !
Zhao Yiming turned his eyes and swept towards the thunderstorm and the group of people, his face immediately changed from the spring breeze to the biting winter breeze, "Thunderstorm, Luo Cheng, and a few of you, please listen to me, although you are injured. , But the handyman is unavoidable, think of a solution by yourself!!!"
After finishing speaking, Master Zhao glanced at Yang Fan, and an inexplicable smile flicked across his eyes.
Yang Fan understands that this is Master Zhao showing his favor to him! ! !
"You..... Wow puff!!!" Thunderstorm glared at Zhao Yiming, unable to withstand repeated blows anymore, his face turned red and blood spurted out, and then he turned his eyes and passed out. .
"Why are you still in a daze? Are you idle? Don't go to do handyman?" With Master Zhao's cry, all the thunderstorm brothers immediately dispersed, leaving only the unconscious thunderstorm lying on the stretcher alone. Come on, it's so miserable! ! !
"Come on! Take this waste away to this seat, don't be an eyesore here!!!"
I don't know how long it took, when the thunderstorm woke up, and found that I had already arrived outside my small courtyard, with no one around, and a few crows hovering in the air, so desolate.
I stared at the door stupidly for a while, and suddenly, the thunderstorm was full of gruesome and spiteful faces, like the ghost from the Jiuyou Hell, "Yang Fan, if this hatred is not reported, I swear not to be a man! Death, little beast, I You must die, you must die!!!"