The third-level Zhuanxu's steering horse step is comparable to something like Zhao Cong?

Whenever Zhao Fan stopped to deal with someone, Zhao Cong thought he had finally had a chance to catch him. But whenever he arrived, Zhao Fan would inexplicably flash and then arrive in front of the next person.

These black suits can practice dark energy, so they are naturally not stupid. After some people fell down, the remaining people began to disperse their formations and widen the distance with Zhao Fan.

However, they had more time to dodge, and Zhao Cong was even more difficult to catch up with Zhao Fan.

Later on, these black suits were really feeling guilty, and many people wanted to run away.

But perhaps because of Zhao Cong's methods, these people could only stand stiffly even though their legs were shaking. At first, they were careful and expected to avoid Zhao Fan's methods, but later they simply gave up resisting completely.

In just a few minutes, more than 30 black suits had all fallen to the ground.

After all, there were so many people below who were watching, and they still had to look at him, so they were embarrassed to scream. But their faces looked particularly pale, and their foreheads were cold snorting as big as beans, dripping down their temples, which was obviously not just a little bit of pain.

Zhao Cong, who had already started to breathe heavily, had already increased his speed to the extreme. Seeing Zhao Fan suddenly stop, his face was filled with a grim smile, and his fingers that had already been raised suddenly pointed at Zhao Fan's chest.

"Liangyi Tianxin's acupointing hand."

Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows again, and his doubts became deeper.

He moved his feet casually and rushed towards Zhao Cong.

When he was about to hit him, he suddenly turned slightly, then chuckled with a chuckle.

The group of people who were excited about watching the audience suddenly saw a black shadow rising into the air and falling down towards their heads. With the screams, countless people jumped away quickly, and then a messy sound of ping-and-pong sound came from the seat below.

The same ones used are Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step. Zhao Fan's understanding of this step is much deeper than Zhao Cong's.

His timing card was very accurate. The seemingly casual kick was just right when Zhao Cong's body was slightly in the air.

Then, there is nothing...

Zhao Cong, who was rising in the air, shouted a few times in the air, and then fell into a pile of seats below the stage.

This man used Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step, and even used Liangyi Tianxin's acupoint-tuning hand, which is likely to be related to the old man.

So Zhao Fan did not take any action, just gave a little lesson.

However, when Zhao Cong got up from a seat, he looked like he was bruised and swollen.

The baseball cap on my head was flying where it was exposed, revealing a messy Mohitan hairstyle. The sunglasses hanging on the collar were gone, the frames were twisted into twists, the big headphones on my neck were broken into two pieces, and the valuable sportswear on my body was already covered in dust.

"I probably had no contact with you before. Let's talk about it. What is the purpose of forcing me to take action after so much effort?"

At this time, Zhao Fan was still completely sure that this person must have something to do with the old man, and that was for him.

Ignoring the resentful look on the man's face, I was too lazy to look at his eyes that were red like a wild beast. As he slowly approached him, he asked leisurely in a plain tone.

"Do I need to explain so much to a dead person?"

Zhao Cong looked at Zhao Fan coldly with madness and cruelty on his face, let out a sneer, turned around and walked out.

He was very confident, confident that Zhao Fan did not dare to continue to attack him. He was also very cold. He didn't even take a look at the subordinates who were knocked to the ground by Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan's eyes became colder, and he took a deep breath, and no longer cared about it.

Is this person strong confidence or has a brain disease?

They have already issued a death threat. Do you still think that Zhao Fan will have some concerns?

"I'm really giving you a face. Even if you have something to do with the old man, I'll beat you up first."

With a low shout, Zhao Fan's figure suddenly rushed towards Zhao Cong.

The moment he set off, Zhao Cong also turned around.

While turning around, his right hand suddenly raised, and what he held was an exquisite and small pistol.

During the battle, Zhao Fan would never turn off the exploration technique. Although the man turned his back to him and was able to draw the gun quickly enough, he still could not hide it from his eyes.

Zhao Cong's arrogance was beyond Zhao Fan's expectations.

He took out this gun, not for deterrence.

He really wanted to kill people, but in full view of everyone.

When the gun pointed at Zhao Fan's head, he didn't even delay the trigger at 0:1 second, and directly pulled the trigger. There was a cruel grin on his face, and there was inexplicable madness and pleasure in his eyes.

But soon, he felt that the light in front of him dimmed and his fingers could no longer move. Zhao Fan's eyes, as cold as a beast, were only a few centimeters away from his eyes, and he could even hear an extremely long breathing sound.

The ding-dangling sound was inaudible among the hysterical screams of the people around him. Only Zhao Cong could see that the gun in his hand was just brushed by Zhao Fan with one hand, and in an instant, it turned into a bunch of parts and fell to the ground.

"You know..."

It was not until this time that he felt some fear, and looked at Zhao Fan with some disbelief, and a roar came out of his mouth.

However, Zhao Fan did not intend to give him a chance to show his family background. The hand holding his gun suddenly shook.

After a crisp sound of crackling, Zhao Cong's right wrist, elbow and shoulder joints were removed, and his entire arm was twisted into twists.

The severe pain made Zhao Cong's face distort, and his roar turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

However, Zhao Fan had no intention of letting him go. He grabbed his collar as soon as he reached out and slapped him in the face.

The broken teeth splattered out, followed by bright red blood. Zhao Cong even screamed in vaguely.

All signs show that this person came for Zhao Fan, and had done a lot of homework before coming, and he also had a very good understanding of his relationship with Belinda.

For the sake of the old man's face, if there is any humiliation in words, he can choose to tolerate it. But if this person wants to kill him, he will not be polite.

He never felt that he was a good person or a good citizen who abides by laws and regulations.

There is only one life. He will do his best to repay those who have kindness to him, but he will not even want his life for anyone.

Even if his master, who is deeply kind to him, would not wait to die if he wanted to kill him one day.

What's more, this person is just likely to have something to do with the old man, so how could he continue to show mercy?

"good!"

The cheers appeared sparsely throughout the venue. The terrified people saw Zhao Cong being slapped into a pig's head by Zhao Fan, and many people shouted out unknowingly.

"You are looking for death, you are looking for death."

If the eyes could kill people, Zhao Fan would have been broken into pieces by Zhao Cong at this time. The resentment in his eyes, even when the people around him saw it, his scalp would be numb.

The roar was like a wild beast roaring, and I didn't know where the hatred this person had towards Zhao Fan came from.

However, Zhao Fan didn't care about these things. Even if your Zhao family is powerful, I might be killed by you tomorrow. But now it is in my hands, then you will keep it honestly.

"Bang!"

Another loud slap echoed in the hall. This time the cheers were already loud, extremely neat and loud. Everyone who saw this scene was extremely happy and shouted loudly.

They were cheering for Zhao Fan, and also venting their aggrievances in their hearts. Several people even shouted to the point of hoarseness.

Zhao Cong was grabbed by Zhao Fan and lifted up. His feet were already off the ground, but he did not lose the ability to move.

His left hand was still intact, holding Zhao Fan's wrist tightly, and kicked him wildly with both feet desperately. He howled desperately, but he could not break free from Zhao Fan's casual hand.

He was a little desperate. The master of the hidden power had enough strength to get out with hundreds of kilograms. Even the trunk of a tree as thick as a bowl could easily kick it off with one kick.

But after he kicked so many times with all his strength, Zhao Fan seemed to have no feeling, and his eyes were still looking at him coldly. Every time he kicked, he would be slapped in the face.

His heart felt a little cold. He was already dripping with more and more cold sweats because of the pain, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

After all, Zhao Fan still controlled some strength, and the man was not beaten to a coma.

But when Zhao Cong heard loud voices coming from around him, he wanted to fall out of coma.

After being slapped more than a dozen times, Zhao Cong seemed to realize that Zhao Fan had no fear of the so-called Zhao family in the capital.

The roar in his mouth stopped at some point, but even if he wanted to shout, it was not so quick.

The cheeks were completely black and there were probably not a few teeth left in the mouth. The lips, which were already a little thin, had already become two sausages at this time, and saliva and blood were unconsciously dripping from the corners of the mouth.

"Can you speak well now?"

Feeling Zhao Cong in his hand trembling constantly, Zhao Fan threw him on the ground and looked at him calmly and asked coldly.

Zhao Cong sat on the ground like mud, and he didn't dare to say harsh words anymore, but his eyes still seemed crazy, and when he looked at Zhao Fan, he was full of drama.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

Zhao Cong wanted to open his mouth wide and show his disgusting signature smile. However, his whole face had swollen into a pig's head, and his speech was extremely vague, and he was even uncertain whether Zhao Fan could understand it.

"You want to die?"

Zhao Fan understood, and there was really murderous intention on his face.

This person is very difficult to deal with, and can be said to be very idiotic. At this time, he is still challenging Zhao Fan's bottom line.

"Yes, I want to die very much. Kill me, come and kill me!"

Zhao Cong didn't know where he got his strength, so he suddenly stood up from the ground again, looking at Zhao Fan with resentful eyes and roaring loudly.

His face was covered in blood, and his voice was extremely ferocious at this moment, with a shrill voice like a ghost roar. The crowd around him felt a burst of fear and he unknowingly retreated several meters away.

"When you go out and turn right, you'll have a window."

"This is the seventeenth floor, not too short. If you jump down, you will die very simply and you will not suffer at all."

"Really, don't believe me, go and try it?"
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