Ye Fan was not angry, but just looked up at him, but his eyebrows were a little more chilling.

"Yeah?"

"I feel too much."

"Actually I want more."

"For example, after killing the sky, by the way, stepping on the Ferro Palace, and the martial arts of your Indian country."

"Then, then split the Himalaya Mountains. Let the warm currents from the South Indian Ocean blew to the Qinghai -Tibet Plateau in the hot summer and make the Gobi deserted beach into the kingdom of heaven."

Ye Fanfeng said lightly.

It's like telling a joke.

At that time, Duolun was angry: "You vertical, died to the end, and still gave me a big words."

"See you as a junior, this deity will give you a chance to live!"

"Self -disconnected arms, kneeling begging for mercy, respecting me, slavery for me."

"Become my slave, I can spare you for your life."

The low sound of Duolun sounded.

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "You are more stupid than burning the sky."

"No matter how arrogant the heavens are, there is no stupidity that I will recognize him."

"Look at your mixed hair, like a savage."

"I thought, you were just degenerating."

"But now it seems that the brain is not good, it is degraded to the beast."

"You ..." Ye Fan was almost bombed by Duolun.

"presumptuous!"

"Chu Tianfan, do you dare to disrespect my brother?"

"My brother is a senior in the martial arts."

"Ye Qingtian of your hot summer, in front of my brother, he can also claim to be junior!"

"You are young, saying that my brother is mixed with hair, dare to say that my brother's brain is not good?"

By Henghe, the bald old man who has been watching the war from a distance, heard Ye Fan's harsh words, can't help it after all.

He scolded Ye Fan!

Ye Fan looked at the past: "It's not just that I said that, don't you say it."

"I ..." The old face of the bald head was green, but Ye Fan was blocked by this remark.

"It's the same." Ye Fan spread his hands, and then looked at Duorun. "You see, your younger brother agrees with me, and feels that you have a bad mind. Repeat it again."

"Wang Ba egg!" The old man was going to be mad.

Quickly explained: "Brother, don't listen to him nonsense, he is provoking the separation!"

"You stupid, shut me up!" Duolun couldn't help twitching, and he couldn't wait to draw this idiot.

You look at the masses, just look honestly, what should you do.

After scolding the bald old man, Duolun's eyes looked at Ye Fan: "A good mixed boy with a sharp teeth!"

"But you are looking for death."

"Really?" Ye Fan laughed lightly, "But I think, it's you looking for death!"

"For so many years, like you, people who block me have basically died."

"Enough!" Duolun exploded.

He doesn't want to fight with this stinky boy.

This little bastard is not old, but the kung fu of the mouth is amazing.

I will talk nonsense again, I'm afraid I will be furious!

Therefore, after this drink fell, Duolun immediately shot.

The mad knife in my hand swept.

Fighting, send it immediately!

In the void, I saw Narun's hands holding a knife and criticized Ye Fan's anger.

The vertical and horizontal energy, bring up a 100 -meter -long knife river.

The silver knife is like cutting tofu as a knife, and this Fang Tianhe is almost two sections.

"This is, Tianluo Due!"

"Brother has practiced the duel?"

On the banks of the Ganges, the bald old man should be shocked.

Tianluo Sword Decision is the most old man in the Indian country, engraved with the highest knife method engraved in the Floor Mountain.

But for hundreds of years, the Indian country has no one to realize this knife.

And now, the ancient knife is determined to be the world.

"Hahaha..."

"My Indian State Wudao, ZTE is now!"
Chapter completed!