Chapter 191

"Are you calling me?" Ye Fan was slightly stunned, incredibly pointed to himself and said.

He didn't know whether the poisonous dragon had tumors in its eyes or hemorrhoids in its head.

So many rookies stand here and have to choose themselves.

It's true that heaven can't stop people from dying.

"Yes, it's you." The poisonous dragon glared at Ye Fan fiercely and waved impatiently: "give you ten seconds and come here in person, otherwise."

Halfway through, he paused a few seconds, glanced at the surrounding layout, picked up a glass and crushed it with his bare hands.

After pinching, he looked arrogantly at Ye Fan, showing disdainful eyes, just like looking at a rookie.

"Well, since you want to die, I can't stop it." Ye Fan smiled, took two steps forward and came to the poisonous dragon.

Before Ye Fan could react, a bright dagger suddenly appeared in the poisonous dragon's hand and put it directly on his neck.

The corners of his mouth even aroused a smile.

"This, what is this?" Ye Fan pretends to be afraid and pinches the corner of his clothes, showing a look of fear.

"Hey, hey, what do you say?" The poisonous dragon smiled, and then his face was immediately gloomy. After class, he looked at Wu Guowei fiercely: "if you know the truth, give me the gold fist, or I'll be him."

At this time, the poisonous dragon did not notice that Wu Guowei was stunned and stared at his operation.

How dare you kidnap an acquired warrior?

"Why, are you afraid?" Seeing Wu Guowei's hesitation, the poisonous dragon thought it was his strength that frightened the other party. He raised his head proudly and arrogantly said, "I changed the rules. Now, you hand over your daughter through the golden fist at the same time, and I can spare you a dog."

With that, he looked at Wu Xiaoye with a dirty smile.

He has coveted this chick for a full year. Since the establishment of this martial arts hall, he has taken a fancy to this beautiful girl who reveals her youth in one fell swoop.

However, there was a very excellent disciple of he Wu Tang at that time. He almost beat him and couldn't find the southeast and northwest. Therefore, he gave up the idea.

However, not long ago, the disciple retired from the Jianghu for no reason.

Therefore, today he can be regarded as a good opportunity to find a harmonious time, place and people. He can not only let Wu Guowei hand over his golden fist, but also realize his dream that he hasn't realized for a long time.

Thinking of this, he looked very excited, and the saliva on the corner of his mouth was about to flow out.

"Cough, I say it's not good for a girl?" Ye Fan said with a strong forbearance of the poisonous dragon's stinking saliva.

"Who the fuck are you? Believe it or not, labor and capital will kill you directly!" Seeing that his dream was disturbed by others, the poisonous dragon became angry and stared at him fiercely.

"Young man, it's easy to flash your tongue when you talk big."

Ye Fan was not angry at all and said lazily.

"Grass, labor and capital kill you." The poisonous dragon's violent temper immediately rushed up, picked up a dagger and stabbed Ye Fan's head.

It's very fast and powerful.

This time, if you really stab Ye Fan in the head, you'll have to lose a piece of skin if you don't die.

The disciples around did not dare to see the next bloody scene and closed their eyes directly.

"Ah..."

A painful wail sounded, and everyone stared at the scene in front of them.

Ye Fan didn't know when to move. Before the dragon's dagger fell, his right hand turned into a residual shadow and slapped directly on the dragon's face.

This slap can be said to have gathered 50% of Ye Fan's strength.

He directly fanned the poisonous dragon, and his body fell like a shell onto a glass tea table around him, howling like a pig, and his face became extremely distorted due to pain.

"Young man, I said, don't talk too full. It's easy to take a bath and thunder."

Ye Fan stretched lazily and looked at the poisonous dragon with a joking face.

The corners of his mouth were even more disdainful.

"Brothers, kill him." The poisonous dragon lay on the ground. His face turned pig liver because of anger. He squeezed out a word from his mouth. Hearing the speech, his brothers came back to God one by one, lit up their daggers and fiercely rushed at Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan, who has experienced the battle of a hundred people, has long been used to this posture. He calmly took out a cigarette and lit it slowly.

"Patter."

A bright flame lit the cigarette. He took a deep breath and calmly looked at the coming bloody storm.

With the spitting out of the eye circles, Ye Fan didn't retreat but entered. He rushed in with an arrow step and waved his fist like mowing grass. Everywhere he went, a large area fell down.

In a minute!

The battle ended without pressure.

At this time, the ground was full of people with broken hands and feet, one by one like dying chickens, covering a certain part in pain and wailing.

At the moment, Ye Fan is like a butcher. Standing in the middle of the crowd, holding the cigarette in his mouth is still the same as the previous cigarette. He said faintly, "why, are there any dissatisfied?"

Let this fall.

The group of thugs lying on the ground suddenly turned pale with fear.

How dare they refuse?

In the face of such demons, they can't think of a better way than this except begging for mercy.

"OK, since everyone is convinced, how about a deposit of 5000 yuan?" Seeing no one talking, Ye Fan smiled, grabbed a man's collar, looked at him and asked, "how's it? 5000 yuan is not much for you."

"Not much, not much. Don't say five thousand. I'm willing to pay even ten thousand."

The man's frightened legs trembled, and his face had no blood color. He nodded like a chicken.

"Cough, stand up and line up to pay!" Ye Fan coughed and said to the thugs on the ground with a smile.

Shua, the group of thugs who were unable to wail suddenly stood up like chicken blood, and stood in a long line one by one.

Ye Fan stood in front of him and calmly packed everyone's deposit.

The disciple of the martial arts hall was already confused at this time.

Who is this young man?

A person can clean up so many experienced thugs so easily, even without being shy and impatient. Everyone wants a deposit of 5000 yuan.

And this group of thugs, like meeting the God of death, paid the deposit obediently?

This sounds so fantastic.

"Cough, fifty thousand yuan. That's good. You all go. I'll talk to your boss alone." Ye Fan looked at a lot of money in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.