"Purple Gold Thunder?"

Fen Tian was completely shocked.

He is also playing with thunder.

However, his thunder power is undoubtedly far from the purple-gold thunder in front of him.

It's like a difference between clouds and mud!

"Is this the power of an immortal?"

Fentian was filled with yearning and shock.

"Hahaha..."

"Chu Tianfan, how about it?"

"I have said a long time ago that the foundation of my martial arts in Yin Kingdom is beyond your imagination, as an explosive householder?"

"Next, you will wait for my ancestors of Yin Kingdom to judge your death!"

King Florida laughed too.

Yes, this is his greatest reliance.

It doesn't matter if he can't beat Ye Fan, he can ask for help from his ancestors.

If the small ones are not good, go find the big ones, and if the big ones are not good, go find the old ones.

Ye Fan is alone.

No one wants a abandoned child.

No background, no background, only one of your own fists.

However, no matter how hard your fists are and how talented your talents are, you may be able to beat contemporary masters, but what about those predecessors from thousands of years ago?

How can any ancient strength and the foundation accumulated over the years be matched by a nouveau riche?

Just like Ye Fan attacked Truman back then, the contemporary powerful Truman was swept by him.

But, so what?

He still lost to the top powerhouses of the previous generation of Truman.

Now the Printing Country is still repeating the same mistakes.

He swept across the Florida Palace with a pair of iron fists, and he was not going to fall into the hands of the ancestors of the Yin Kingdom’s martial arts?

What they bully is this kind of orphan nouveau riche who has no family, no background, no background, no one cares about it!

"Great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, great laughter without sound..."

The burning sound rolls.

The faint sound seemed to penetrate through the ages and kept echoing on this ancient land.

And with these Zen words, under the sky, the phantom palm raised.

At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was under the giant palm.

He carried the power of destruction and suddenly suppressed Ye Fan.

boom!

In an instant, the sky was turned upside down.

It was obvious that the phantom just waved a palm, but wherever it caught my eye, there were thousands of palm prints that hit Ye Fan hard.

Ye Fan had nowhere to hide!

Four thunder chains tied up his limbs.

Like a death row prisoner crucified!
Chapter completed!