Invincible Bloodline

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 Demon God.

“Lost…I lost! Thunder…thunderstorm…just so lost!”

The script shouldn’t be played like this, it shouldn’t be easily crushed by thunderstorms. Yang Fan is this trash? It turned out well, and there was a 360-degree reversal directly. The crushing was a crushing, but it was replaced by Yang Fan, a “waste” that crushed their Mo Zhufeng Number One Person!

Furthermore, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yang Fan is completely capable of doing it, and obviously has retained his hole cards.

One punch hit the thunderstorm, Yang Fan not at all just let go of the thunderstorm, ignoring the horrified gaze of all around handyman disciple, stepped forward, and walked towards the thunderstorm that fell to the ground!

Yang Fan’s steps are very slow, but every step is like stepping on the thunderstorm’s heart, and he can’t breathe.

“Yang…Yang Fan, what are you…what are you doing?” When Yang Fan was away from the thunderstorm about one zhang, the thunderstorm could no longer withstand the huge pressure in his heart and shouted.

“What are you doing?” Yang Fan cracked the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold light flashing white tooth, “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…” The thunderstorm moved back with difficulty and said tremblingly.

“This…Is this guy really the thunderstorm that might dominate me at Mozhufeng?” Sifang handyman disciple reacted a little for a while. The thunderstorm gave them the feeling that they were always one day old, old second, he The third child, the master without taboos.

“The same door? You are worthy of mentioning the same door with me!” The thunderstorm didn’t mention the same door. It’s okay. Now I mention it, calling Yang Fan so angry, his face overflowing with baleful qi, and he stepped directly on it. On the wrist of the thunderstorm, ka beng, the wrist bone of the thunderstorm was 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 can’t die!”

The previous punch was heavy, but it caused him to break a few ribs. At most, he lay on the bed for 10-15 days that’s all, but This foot actually crushed the wrist bone of his right hand. In the future, his right hand might be useless. Let alone beating people, it is a big problem whether he can use chopsticks normally.

“Do you dare to scold me?” Dashing eyebrows picked, and stepped out again, taking the thunderstorm’s left wrist.

“Ah!” With a moan like a pig, the thunderstorm’s left wrist followed in the footsteps of the right hand.

“Yang…Yang Fan, you…you little bastard, you must die!” The thunderstorm’s eyes spurted blood and roared, like an irritated wild beast, trying to eat people. “My big brother won’t let you go, die! I want you to die, I want you to die…”

He whose hands were abolished, let alone promoted to outer sect, can he continue cultivation Martial Dao is a big problem, this hatred is that it is hard to wash with all the water from all over the world!

“Dare to threaten me, I think you are courting death!” The complexion turned cold, the terrifying cold glow flashed away in Yang Fan’s eyes.

next moment ……

The big fists of sandbags slammed into the thunderstorm like raindrops. For a while, the sound of fractures, bone cracks, vomiting blood, screams, anger The curse kept ringing.

As for the threat of thunderstorms, Yang Fan simply didn’t take seriously. Now he is no longer the waste 20 days ago, 5 Heavenly Layer Early-Stage cultivation base, plus the powerful Grade 8. The inferior bloodline, even if it is placed in the outer sect, can be called an expert. The big brother of the thunderstorm is also an Outer Disciple. Even if it is stronger than him, it is not too outrageous. At this time, he is not Without the power of a battle, if you give him a little more time, it is not certain who will teach him!

“peng!” “peng!” “peng!”

Yang Fan was still uncomfortable after he smashed his feet, but he jumped up vigorously when he raised his foot, without a trace of his hand , Every punch, every kick, contains hundreds of dings of power, and easily, you can break a piece of rock the size of a millstone into slag!

“Cruel! This Yang Fan is really cruel! This is going to completely abolish the thunderstorm!”

all around handyman couldn’t help but shudder, looking at the continuous violence Yang Fan, watching the thunderstorm, looked at the demon from the depths of hell, secretly swearing in his heart that he would absolutely not offend this evil star in the future.

“It’s miserable! It’s really miserable! It’s over! I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out of bed in the second half of a thunderstorm!”

Many handyman disciple within both eyes flashed with pity, But somehow, there was a bit of ecstasy and a bit of pleasure in my heart. Among them, how many people have not suffered the loss of thunderstorm!

“ha ha ha…happy! Really happy! ha ha ha…”

Looking at the thunderstorm that passed out like a puddle of mud, Yang Fan only felt A big boulder in the chest was put down suddenly, and the whole body was full of unspeakable joy. In this brief moment, all the grievances suffered by thunderstorms in the past year were all vented.

Not only that, Yang Fan also noticed that after this battle, his Barbaric Ox Kaimai Fist has made a little progress. Several changes that were not well understood before were instantly clear, and a glimmer of the realm was hidden. Mysterious.

next moment ……

Yang Fan’s gaze turned, and he looked at Luo Cheng and the others who had just clamored for thunderstorms to kill him. Damn thunderstorms, these are just for the tiger. The villains are also unforgivable, relying on thunderstorms to support them. Over the years, they have suffered a lot of evil results, and I don’t know how many fellows have been bullied.

“Senior Brother Yang is forgiving, Senior Brother Yang is forgiving, we don’t want to trouble you either, everything is driven by thunderstorms, everything is driven by thunderstorms…”

“And this Luo Cheng, Senior Brother Yang, both of them instigated us to come, Senior Brother Yang Mingjian, Senior Brother Yang Mingjian!”

“Yes! Senior Brother Yang, no It’s our business, it’s really not our business!” In an instant, more than a dozen of the thunderstorm’s little brothers knelt down in front of Yang Fan, and pleaded bitterly. All kinds of shit bowls were buckled on Thunderstorm and Luo Cheng.

“You…you…wow pu…” Luo Cheng on the stretcher furiously attacked his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted, rolled his eyes and fainted again!

“They are forcing you?” Yang Fan sen coldly smiled, eyes flashed with disdain, you really think you are a fool, and these days, you bully Lao Tzu very happy Ah, these accounts should be settled too!

Soon, half of the mountainside that had just been silent once again sounded 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!

In the vicinity of Mozhu Peak, there is an independent small courtyard the size of a few acres of land, exquisite decoration, and a rockery garden and pool. This is the most powerful person on Mozhu Peak, the principal Zhao Yiming’s home!

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 thunderstorm and his number one thug. Luo Cheng.

Beside the two of 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 less serious. Many.

In front of a group of wounded, stood a middle-aged man in the upper and lower 40s. He was dressed in gilt clothes and elegant in appearance. Although the temples were slightly stained with frost, there was a piercing in the eyebrows. The faint heroic spirit is still very attractive. This person is not someone else, but the controller of Mo Zhufeng-the principal Zhao Yiming.

“What’s the matter? is it possible that other peak handyman came to provoke?” Looking at the thunderstorm that is not different from the mummy, Zhao Yiming is frightened and angry. The thunderstorm is their Mozhu Peak Number One Person, on the trip to Tongren Lane ten days later, he still points to the thunderstorm to make him face, how is it 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 bastard is simply not a human…”