Chapter 248 (1/2)

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Ye Fan had already noticed that there was an excellent warrior approaching. He looked back and immediately was sure that he was another warrior of Yin corpse sect, because the breath he emitted was almost the same as that of Wang lunyan.

This man has long black and gray hair, combed in the back of his head, and is dressed in colorful clothes. I don't know whether it's pants or skirts.

Her face is white and clean, and her skin is tight. She can't tell her age. But her eyes are full of vicissitudes and sophistication.

Together, there is a man who looks about 30 years old, wearing an Armani suit, which looks quite successful.

”I'd like to introduce you,” said Wang lunyan, ”this is Wei Shaoqiu, the second youngest of Wei family.

This is the head of our Yin corpse sect, Lord Mo Xuanfeng, and the first guest of our white jade building. ”

Wei Shaoqiu looked at Ye Fan with sharp eyes, ”is it you who killed my brother?”

Ye Fan only looked at this guy and laughed in his heart. Wei Shaoqiu seemed very angry, but his eyes were full of joy.

Make it clear that if a big brother dies, he will be able to rise to the top.

”It's me. Why are you going to avenge him?”

Wei Shaoqiu snorted, ”it's our Lord of Mo who came to take your life today, and my elder brother is the dry son of him.

Master Mo is a master of Xiaocheng. If you have any last words, you can say them as soon as possible. ”.

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and walked to the challenge arena. ”Stop talking nonsense. I'll go back to Huahai for dinner.”

”That's a big tone,” Mo Xuanfeng said with a grim smile. ”I'd like to see when you can be rampant if you don't have a bit of true Qi.”.

After saying that, Mo Xuanfeng leaped to the challenge arena.

Ye Fan listened to this guy's old voice and wondered, ”what's the situation of your Yin corpse gate? How can you be so old and well maintained?”

Listen to the voice of Mo Xuanfeng, how can they all look like sixty, but this man seems to be only thirty or forty.

”There are so many questions, I'd better go down and ask Yan Wang Ye!”

Inspired by the genuine Qi of Mo Xuanfeng, his palms are filled with a light purple dense air. He makes wind under his feet and quickly attacks Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stands in place, allowing Mo Xuanfeng's palm to hit his chest.

”Bang!” A dull sound, this congenital small into a palm like thunder.

Ye Fan looked at him faintly and grinned.

Mo Xuanfeng was stunned. He was very surprised. His poison palm is extraordinary. Even a martial artist with a great congenital perfection can't connect it. Ye Fan, who has no real Qi, has to resist by force on his body!?

”Stinky boy, what kind of Kung Fu have you practiced?”

Mo Xuanfeng was furious, and a palm cleaved to the head of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan to constant changes, one hand raised, directly caught Mo Xuanfeng's arm.

”Keka!”