Chapter 2707： Order (1/2)

[Title: Section 2707 of the body of a white robe Explorer collar make (two more) Author: Xiao Shu]

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”It's him!” Jing Xiaojie said with a light jaw: ”Zhou Yong!”

She turned to Chu Li and smiled, ”Brother Li, how do you know he is here?”

”Half guess and half Mongolia.” Chu left.

Fan Yi clenched his fist and said, ”Thank you, Brother Li!”

His voice was low and strong, and his emotions were too great.

Chu Li smiled: ”It depends on Brother Fan.”

Jing Xiaojie Ming looked at Fan Yi, lest Fan Yi suddenly talk about morality, not at the risk of others.

Fan Yi stared at Zhou Yong on the ground, his eyes getting redder and bloodshot looking scary.

Seeing Zhou Yong's face, he remembered the tragic destruction of Fanfu, remembered his anger and pain all these years, thought of countless days of biting his teeth and practicing hard, and the infinite killing was surging in his chest, stronger than the torrential river next to him. .

He suddenly punched out.

”Bang!” In the muffled sound, Zhou Yong ”wow” spit out blood, blood spewed from his chest, and the original wound was cracked.

He woke up slowly, his eyes narrowing around.

Fan Yi looked down at him coldly: ”Are you Zhou Yong?”

”Who are you?” Zhou Yong frowned.

He struggled twice to think of getting up but could not do anything. His whole body was soft, and his original injury was more serious. Fan Yi's fist took him half a life, and his whole body was filled with weakness, and he sat up softly.

Looking at the situation around him, he knew that he was running down the river and should have escaped a long way. After his breath had converged, he got into the river, and his sister Song Man-yin couldn't possibly recover it.

As he glanced around, his gaze fell sharply on Jing Xiaojie and then on Chu Li.

Chu Li had already wiped off the black paste on his face, so his appearance changed slightly. Zhou Yong ignored the past for a while, but Jing Xiaojie did not change his appearance. He recognized it at a glance, and looked at Chu Li again.

”Nantianmen!” Zhou Yong grunted his teeth.

Jing Xiaojie snorted: ”Zhou Yong, your death is here!”

”Hum.” Zhou Yong sneered twice: ”It is really a good plan. I underestimated Nantianmen. She also despised you and was regarded as a sword by you. She was originally clever and clever. Haha!

He laughed softly and weakly.

Chu Lidao said: ”The night is long and the dream is much, brother Fan.”

Fan Yi nodded slowly.

His blood-red eyes glared at Zhou Yong and said coldly: ”Today I will revenge Xuefan for Fanfu and suffer!”

Before Zhou Yong spoke, he had already punched out a punch.

”Bang!” Zhou Yong trembled as if he had been shocked. His bizarre vigor had already smashed his internal organs, even if there was defensive breath, it had already been broken by the sky knife.

”Bang!” Another punch.

Zhou Yong shook again, his eyes widened, and he was silent.

Then the scream of ”嗤”, a blood-jetting arrow at the heart, shot a mile away.

”Bang bang bang ...” Zhou Yong seemed to be a boxing target and was hit constantly, Fan Yi's eyes were **** and murderous.

”Brother Fan!” Chu sighed.

The sound was thrilling.

Fan Yi trembled, his fist stopped in the air, and then he slammed the ground.

”Bang!” A deep pit appeared on the ground.

Jing Xiaojie breathed a sigh of relief. She was shocked by Fan Yi's former crazy likeness, and was awakened by Chu Li's breaking drink.

”Congratulations to Brother Fan for his revenge.” Chu Li smiled and clenched his fist: ”From now on, I have mastered the martial arts, and the top masters can be expected!”

Fan Yi looked down at Zhou Yong, who had been so dead that he couldn't die anymore. He sat softly on the ground, regardless of sharp stones, sat down without hesitation, looked up at the sky, and burst into tears.

Chu Li and Jing Xiaojie did not speak, and looked at him silently.

After a short while, Fan Yi wiped his tears, stood up and held his fists, and solemnly said, ”Brother Li, thank you very much!”