In front of him, the old man was kneeling there, his life flowing away like water.

Before he died, the old man spent almost all his life's strength, looked at Ye Fan, and asked tremblingly: "You...you...who are you...?"

Ye Fan's face was expressionless, his red lips parted slightly: "Chu Tianfan."

What?

Those three words were like a boulder falling into the sea to this old man, but they set off huge waves in his heart.

He was shaking all over and his pupils were wrinkled.

A pair of old eyes stared at Ye Fan.

"You...you..."

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

However, he still did not say this sentence after all.

Then, with a bang, he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Ye Fan glanced at him indifferently, then shook his head: "The last thing you should do is use the Chu family to oppress me."

The cold voice echoed like the breeze.

After saying that, Ye Fan quietly turned around, took An Qi and left the place.

All that was left behind was panic on the ground.

"Brother, this Chu... Elder Chumen, is really... really dead?"

A long time after Ye Fan and the others left, the frightened and trembling voices of the strong men from Canada came from behind.

You know, this is the enshrined elder of Truman.

Now the elders of the sect are lying dead in the wilderness. Once Truman finds out, he will be furious.

By then, there will be a bloody storm in the martial arts world!

"Don't worry about it for now. Fighting between gods has nothing to do with us mortals."

"Get out of here now before anyone notices~"

"I have remembered everything. Just pretend you haven't seen what happened today. No one can say a word to anyone!"

As if they were afraid of being involved, these Canadian martial arts people, after finishing speaking, ran away as if they were crazy.

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