Even if the man in black did not kill the master of the Tang Sect, the battle with Mianyang definitely had a huge bearing on it.

"Wife, I'm here to make a contribution to you!"

He picked up the incense burner on the ground and came to the back of Zhan Mianyang. He picked it up and hit Zhan Mianyang on the head.

I heard a clang sound and the incense burner collided with my head.

The incense burner suddenly deflated, Zhan Mianyang's body shook, but nothing happened.

How can it be?

Ye Fan didn't believe in evil, so he hit it three times.

As a result, the incense burner turned into a piece of scrap metal.

But Zhan Mianyang always stood on the same spot. Not only did he not fall down, he didn't even splatter blood. Only the blood stains on his mouth and nose were thicker.

Like copper skin and iron bones.

This unscientific!

Ye Fan smashed it again.

The incense burner was broken into two pieces.

Zhan Mianyang turned his head after receiving continuous blows.

His eyes were blood red, his face was golden, and he had a bloodthirsty aura.

His throat roared again.

"when--"

Ye Fan was so frightened that he threw away the collapsed incense burner:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person!"

"You continue, you continue..."

Ye Fan backed up and distanced himself, thinking that it would be better to pick up a hot weapon.

Zhan Mianyang didn't take action, just stared at Ye Fan who was slowly leaving.

At this moment, the tweeter suddenly and inexplicably piped in a sentence:

"Red clothes, ancient corpses, thousands of graves, rule the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Mianyang's body trembled, and his face was absolutely respectful: "Please give instructions!"

The next second, the mechanical sound from the tweeter sounded again:

"Kill Ye Fan!"
Chapter completed!