"Don't have a face!"

Ye Fan's scolding can't be described as hard.

However, the old face of King Carlo was instantly blue, and Aaron and others had a blue tendon. As for Allen, it was even more furious.

"presumptuous!"

"Your yellow mouth, dare to insult me ​​and wait for the martial arts predecessors?"

"It was Chu Yuan's life, and he did not dare to say so crazy to us!"

"Since your Dragon Temple is so unknown, let's take your own skills."

Allen's momentum burst out, holding a crazy knife, just like a posture of cutting people.

"Allen, don't be impulsive first ..."

King Carlo stopped Allen.

Then, looking at Ye Fan with a gloomy face: "Ye Fan, you just said, the martial arts of my country, but I can't agree."

"Yes, your Dragon Temple has paid a lot, but my Western European martial arts, and even the rest of the martial arts, pay less?"

"In order to compete for Chu Men, my apprentice was thirteen, and the death was 11th!"

"Allen's whole family is almost slaughtered!"

"36 African martial arts, almost destroy the country!"

"It is the martial arts fighting and fighting, and it consumes the living power of Chumen."

"If there is no pavement of the martial arts of our country, why is there the victory of your Dragon God Temple, and why is your Ye Fan's brilliant record?"

"Ye Dianzhu, people have to learn to be grateful."

"You are lucky, only you can pick you up the peach at the end."
Chapter completed!