Chapter 677 Don't Keep Your Hands, Just Die Tenderly!

"Brother Fan, is this your trump card? When did you hook up with the vice president of Jinghua University?"

Fatty An was overjoyed, and asked Yang Fan via voice transmission in a low voice.

Yang Fan, on the other hand, was a little confused: "I said that I never knew that there were people from Jinghua University to participate in the trial of the Land of Spiritual Origin. I don't even know this vice-principal, do you believe it?"

This was not the result Yang Fan wanted to see at all. Cheng Yaojin, who suddenly came out halfway, directly interrupted the part where he wanted to pretend to be a slap in the face to avenge the fat man.

Sensational, big sister, gain experience, big sister, even if you want to come out to help, can't you wait a little later?

"Student An Sheng, classmate Yang Fan!" Ye Hanshuang turned his head to look at Yang Fan and An Sheng at this time, glanced at Jing Er and Mo Yuquan who were lying on the ground, and said softly: "Now people are beating up, and they are also angry. It’s time to let him go, right?”

"Let people go?" Yang Fan shook his head slightly, grabbed the fat man who was about to borrow a donkey from the slope, looked at Ye Hanshuang softly, and said, "I'm afraid it can't be done, my brother and I are not that kind of magnanimous If these two little beasts fall into our hands, we won’t be able to go back alive!”

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan spit out the strength under his feet.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The heads of Jing Er and Mo Yuquan all turned into big broken watermelons under Yang Fan's feet, blood mixed with brains, dyeing the surrounding ice surface bloody.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Bastard, take your life!"

Mo Ming and Jing Ren held their breath, watching in disbelief that all the elite juniors of their clan had turned into cold corpses.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them became furious, they didn't care whether the vice-principal was vice-principal or not, and they all rushed to kill Yang Fan.

An Sheng was also shocked by Yang Fan's sudden killer, as if he didn't dare to know Yang Fan anymore.

Do you want to be so awesome, or do you want to be so impulsive.

In front of so many kings of aristocratic families, trampled to death two children of aristocratic families, this is definitely an endless hatred.

Brother Fan, what are you going to do?

I've never seen him so impulsive before, why do I feel that his hatred for Jing Er and Mo Yuquan is stronger than that of himself, the rightful lord?

Although An Sheng also wished that Jing and Lao Er would die sooner, but in front of the king-level powerhouses of Jing and Mo, he absolutely did not have the guts to dare to kill them directly.

Even if you want to do it, wait for the land of the spiritual source to open, isn't it the same if everyone enters the secret realm and then go to the interior to do it quietly? There are not so many kings protecting the way in the secret realm, even if they are in it, all these arrogance. If you die tenderly, you can also push them all to the monsters. Why do you have to fight the king on the opposite side like you are doing now?

This is unreasonable. When it comes to a hundred ways to play Sap, Brother Fan seems to be more experienced than him. Even the Sap that An Shuai can think of, can Brother Fan not think of it?

An Sheng couldn't understand it.

But soon, he didn't have so much time to think about it, because Mo Ming and Jing Ren had already seized the opportunity to attack them.

Mo Ming slapped Yang Fan with a palm, but Jing Ren hit An Sheng's body with his fist, the force of his fist was like a rainbow, piercing through the air, directly hitting An Sheng's face.

An Sheng's heart tightened, knowing that Yang Fan might not be able to keep the top-quality talisman that Yang Fan gave him, and with his cultivation base, he had absolutely no ability to withstand Jing Ren's sure blow.

"This old bastard, until this time, is still thinking about my qualifications to settle down in the secret realm. If the fat man doesn't die this time, he will have to die sooner or later!"

An Sheng felt ruthless in his heart. He knew why Jing Ren would attack him directly. To put it bluntly, his purpose was the same as Jing Er's, which was to kill him and An, so that their Jing family could successfully take over the secret realm vacated by their An family. quota.

This is a secret that almost all the families in the entire federation know, but no one side has ever stood up and said a word to settle down for them.

An Sheng had already seen this clearly, so he never expected that these people would be able to rescue them in time.

The only problem now is, even if he can use the power of the talisman to block Jing Ren's decisive blow, what should he do next? No matter how powerful the talisman is, it can't beat a ninth-level martial king!

"Principal Ye, help!"

An Sheng naturally aimed his gaze at Ye Hanshuang, who had just shown some kindness to them. Judging from the scene where she imprisoned Mo Ming just now, the strength of this principal Ye must be far greater than that of Mo Ming and Jing Ren. Now, if she is willing to make a move, she will be able to solve the siege in front of her.

Ye Hanshuang's expression was a little tangled.

Yang Fan's reckless behavior just now can be said to have directly swept away her face, making a matter that was originally within the control range instantly out of her control.

Both the Mo and Jing families have lost a direct descendant of a genius. If she tries to stop them at this time, she will definitely offend these two great families completely.

But if she didn't make a move, Yang Fan, An Sheng, and even that Mu Qianqian would all have to die here today. It would be a pity if such a talented seedling died here like this.

"It's really troublesome! Monk Hua didn't tell me that Yang Fan is a prick!"

Ye Hanshuang sighed helplessly in her heart. After hearing An Sheng's call for help, she finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a movement of her mind, she directly imprisoned Jing Ren's figure, making his sure-killing blow, which could only be stopped by An Sheng. in front of.

As for Yang Fan, Ye Hanshuang did not intervene directly, because she also wanted to see why Yang Fan dared to be so unscrupulous.

In other words, she wanted to teach this arrogant and impolite guy a lesson, and let him recognize what reality is.

Do you really think that dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts can be so awesome? Do you really think that geniuses can be so unscrupulous and arrogant?

Now, the first lesson that Ye Hanshuang wants to teach Yang Fan is that only geniuses who survive are real geniuses.

Of course she would not sit back and watch Yang Fan really die. If Yang Fan did not come up with the backhand and capital to fight against Mo Ming in the end, Ye Hanshuang was sure that he would be able to get Yang Fan out of Mo Ming's attack immediately. move out.

Yang Fan stood there quietly, facing Mo Ming's palm that directly slapped his heart and lungs. chest.

"court death!"

Seeing Yang Fan's mocking look of not taking himself seriously, Mo Ming's murderous intent became even more intense. Originally, he only used three points of effort, but now it has been raised to ten points.

He is not afraid of this kid's backhand, as long as he is strong enough, no amount of backhand can block his 100% strength attack.

Mo Ming's attack speed is very fast. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is lightning and flint. In order to prevent someone from getting in the way again, he wants to smash this junior who dared to offend their Mo family's majesty at the fastest speed!

"Don't hold back, you'll just die!"

Just when Mo Ming's attack was about to touch the front of his chest, Yang Fan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

Then all the kings present could clearly see that just in front of Yang Fan's chest, a small black hole the size of a palm suddenly appeared, and a big pale hand stretched out from the black hole slowly and quickly. Mo Ming clenched the attacking palm in his hand.

"What's the situation?! Who dares to interfere in my Mo family's affairs?!"

Mo Ming was a little dazed, he didn't expect him to be stopped so easily, like a child's play, with a well-assigned blow.

Ordinary king-level peaks, I'm afraid they don't have such a strong strength, right?

"Who is your Excellency, you are not afraid to bully my Mo family like this..."

Before Mo Ming could finish his words, he spit out the strength in that palm, and a red firework exploded and spontaneously ignited in Mo Ming's body.

"I'm afraid of you, a bird! You are too old to kill the juniors. An old thing like you is a disaster even if you are alive. Since Fan Shaoyi has issued a death order, I beg you to die well. Bar!"

With a vicissitudes of life sounded, the black hole on Yang Fan's body suddenly became bigger again, but it was Tian Buqi who dragged a teenage doll and walked out slowly from it.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Ming's qi, blood and consciousness were directly sealed off, allowing the red flames to wrap him tightly in it.

"Fan Shao, let's meet again!"

After finishing the work, Tian Buqi suddenly turned around with a smile and looked at Yang Fan. After saying hello to Yang Fan softly, he pulled the young man behind him and reprimanded softly: "What are you still doing in a daze? From now on, this is your master." Now, hurry up and come to apprentice!"

Yang Fan was taken aback, what is this going to do?

He said, how could Tian Buqi be so eloquent just now, he was not at all polite when dealing with the ninth-level martial king of the Mo family.

"Why should I worship him as a teacher?" The young man twisted his neck, looking rather dead than subdued, looked Yang Fan up and down, and said: "He is nothing special, isn't Qinghan the same when he is in danger? Elders can survive, how can you and my sister say so much?"

"You bastard! If you ask me to worship you, I will worship you. Where are there so many problems?! Do you know how much thought the old man and your sister have spent in order to ask you for such a chance to be a teacher?!"

Tian Buqi couldn't help but slapped the young man hard on the head, this brat was more worrying than his sister, he was so disobedient.

"Elder Tian, ​​is this the genius brother that girl Fei Yao is talking about?"

Yang Fan glanced at Xiaonian, and said softly to Tian Buqi: "Don't worry about apprenticeship, after all, this twisted melon is not sweet. I, Yang Fan, have no habit of forcing others to worship me as a teacher."

"That's good. You can let him stay with me for a while. When he gets connected and thinks that I am qualified to be his master, it won't be too late to learn from him."

Yang Fan has seen such a thorny head a lot, now he doesn't have so much time, and he will be free later, Yang Fan has plenty of means to train him.

"Okay, as long as Mr. Fan is willing to accept him, everything will be fine!"

Tian Buqi grinned, and cupped his hands at Yang Fan, as if obeying orders.

Behind them, Mo Ming was still struggling and screaming in the red flames. After all, he was a ninth-rank king, and he was not so easy to be burned to death.

However, as time went by, during the few seconds that Yang Fan and Tian Buqi chatted, Mo Ming's screams became weaker and weaker, and his life seemed to be short.

He kept yelling and calling for help, but just like the situation when he dealt with Yang Fan and An Sheng just now, among the kings watching the excitement around him, no one stepped forward to lend a helping hand.

The human feelings in the aristocratic family are often so indifferent.