Invincible Bloodline

Thunderstorm and his men immediately told Zhao Yiming what happened yesterday, adding oil and soy vinegar to Zhao Yiming. In their mouths, Yang Fan is simply an unpardonable villain, rape and pillage, commiting any imaginable misdeed.

“Yang Fan? Which peak’s expert is this?” Zhao Yiming frowned, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, Luo Cheng is not a weak person, 3 Heavenly Layer Peak cultivation base, only one step away, he is qualified The thunderstorm is out of the ordinary when you go through Tongren Lane. It is only one step away from the 5 Heavenly Layer. In the Big Dipper Sect handyman disciple, it is not an unknown person, but he will The handyman top powerhouse recalled it again, but did not remember who Yang Fan was.

“Ms. Zhao, it’s not the expert of other peaks, or our Yang Fan of Mozhufeng, hiss!” Because of the excitement, the wound was suddenly pulled, and the thunderstorm was so painful that it was so cold.

“What? The Yang Fan of our peak?” Zhao Yiming’s eyes widened, his face was unbelievable, as if he had seen a legendary ghost, Yang Fan, he had some impressions, a timid shy teenager, innate The talent is low, one of the candidates who will definitely be kicked out this year. Such a waste, let alone the Number One Person of the Mozhu Peak of the thunderstorm, any handyman disciple in front of him can knock him badly with many teeth knocked. out!

“Master Zhao, it is the little bastard, you must wait for me to call the shots!” The thunderstorm cried again, his voice was so sad, and the listener cried.

“Really…really it is 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 did not have the guts to take it. It deceived himself, but he still couldn’t accept it.

Yang Fan, their famous rubbish in Mozhufeng is almost certain to be swept out of the house, and thunderstorms, but they will be Mozhufeng Number One Person. He has always placed high expectations on him. Between the two, it is simply Worlds apart, it stands to reason that a hundred Yang Fan teamed up, not enough for a thunderstorm.

“Master, what the discipline said is true, there is absolutely no falsehood!” Seeing Zhao Yiming, I still don’t believe it. The thunderstorm is immediately an emergency, “disciple can swear!”

“It seems that all 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, “didn’t expect, really didn’t expect, A rubbish has grown to such a realm!”

“Also ask the master to call the shots for me. Then Yang Fan didn’t care about the friendship of the same family at all. He hurt me so badly. It is simply madness and death. Blame!”

Thunderstorm tone barely fell, his little brothers immediately became passionate, and they echoed again and again…

“Yes! Please also let the master call the shots for me!”

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“Don’t punish Yang Fan, don’t obey the discipline!”

“Don’t punish Yang Fan, heavens cannot tolerate!”

“Shut up all of you, Noisy and yelling, how decent is it!” Zhao Yiming’s face suddenly became cold, “Come on, go and call Yang Fan over!”

hearing this, the thunderstorm corner of the mouth raised, a hint of pride appeared, and more 30% proud, little bastard, let’s see how you die this time!

Soon, under the leadership of a servant, Yang Fan entered the small courtyard on the summit.

As Yang Fan approached gradually, the entire group of thunderstorms showed hatred eyes, especially the mummy-like thunderstorms and Luo Cheng, with bloodshot eyes and bulging blood meridians. I really want to eat it. Meat, drink its blood, if the eye’s divine ability is enough to kill, Yang Fan at this moment is afraid that they have been broken into pieces by them, and Ling Chi will be executed!

It is this little bastard, who cruelly abolished his limbs and makes it difficult for him to cultivation Martial Dao 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 others, Yang Fan flashed a vigilance towards Zhao Yiming’s respectful give a salute, within both eyes, vaguely, he was already Some people understand the purpose of Thunderstorm and others, and they don’t know when they bend their fists into fists. If Master Zhao is indiscriminate and wants to help Thunderstorm and others, he will never sit back and wait for death, obediently surrender.

“Yang Fan, but did you hurt them during the thunderstorm?” After waving his hand to indicate that Yang Fan did 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 still nodded, admitting that he seriously injured the entire group of thunderstorms. During the battle last night, people gathered and saw him. Even if you want to deny it, it won’t help!

“hahahaha…” When Yang Fan nodded admits, Zhao Yiming suddenly burst into laughter, “Good! Good! Good! Can beat a thunderstorm with one punch, sect a handyman disciple, can beat Yours, I’m afraid there are very few. Ten days later, in the Battle of Tongrenxiang, you will definitely be able to achieve a good result for Benfeng, and it is not impossible to even squeeze into the top ten. The assessment of Benfeng this year is not one less. Last review, when the time comes, my handyman peak of Mozhufeng can be at least Grade 1! “

After laughing to himself, Zhao Yiming couldn’t help laughing again. Heartily got up, “The grade of the handyman peak is promote 1-grade, the number of handyman peaks under the jurisdiction of this seat, and various benefits, at least can be upgraded to a level, sent, this time this seat is really about to send… …Ha ha ha …”

“Lord…you are the master…you came to me, didn’t you come to be the master for them?” Yang Fan couldn’t react for a while, the script seemed to be wrong. Look, Master Zhao is like this, it’s not like he’s here to trouble himself!

“Yang Fan, this clan has never forbidden competition among handyman disciples. They ended up in today’s field. It is completely because they are not good at learning skills and can’t blame others. How can this seat be unclear. People!” Zhao Yiming chuckled. It was too late 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, and you don’t need to be a handyman, so that you can prepare for the battle with all your strength, in the hope that you can make progress. Achieving even better results!”

hearing this, Yang Fan was immediately happy. Without that tedious job difference, his progress in the cultivation base will surely be upgraded again. On the contrary, thunderstorm entire group But his face was wrinkled and turned pale, what is this, trying to gain an advantage only to end up worse off?

But obviously, it’s not over yet!

Zhao Yiming turned his eyes and swept across the entire group of thunderstorms, his complexion immediately changed from the spring breeze to the biting winter breeze, “Thunderstorm, Luo Cheng, and you guys, please listen to me Now, although you are hurting, handyman can’t avoid it. Think of it yourself!” After finishing speaking, Master Zhao glanced at Yang Fan, and an inexplicable smile flashed across his eyes.

Yang Fan understands that this is Master Zhao showing his favor!

“You…wow pu!” The thunderstorm glared at Zhao Yiming, unable to withstand repeated blows anymore, his face turned red and it was a mouthful of blood spurted, and he passed out after turning his eyes. past.

“Why are you still stunned? Are you idle? Don’t you want to be a handyman?” With Master Zhao’s cry, all the thunderstorm brothers immediately dispersed, leaving only the unconscious. The thunderstorm was lying alone on the stretcher, so miserable!

“Come on! Take this waste along to withdraw, don’t get in the way here!”

I don’t know how long it took, and the thunderstorm woke up and found that I had already arrived. Outside my small courtyard, all around, there was no one, and a few crows hovered in the sky, so desolate.

I stared at the door stupidly for a while. Suddenly, a thunderstorm full of fierce and spiteful faces, like that ghost from Nine Nether Hell, “Yang Fan, don’t take revenge, I swear not to be human Ah! Ah! Die, little bastard, I must die, must die!”