"Shinichi, is it okay?"

Seeing that the eight disciples belonging to him in the Three God Pavilion were hit by Ye Fan and vomited blood. Suzana Naruto's eyes were gloomy and frowned. He quickly walked forward and asked worriedly.

A leading man spitted out the blood from his mouth and said with a grim voice: "Ming Zun, we are fine."

"Just now, we were just careless."

"This time, we will never give him any chance again!"

The man who called Shinichi said in a deep voice with anger.

The eyebrows and eyes were red, and the surging hatred almost condensed into substance. The words were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

"Second and third brother, let's go!"

"This time, I'll give me all my strength."

"I don't believe it anymore. The eight of us joined forces. Can't even beat a Chinese brat?"

The eight people had a blue face, and although there was blood on the corners of their mouths, they did not have any thoughts of retreating and fear. They only had anger and resentment.

The collision just now undoubtedly made them look disgraceful.

The eight of them naturally were unwilling to accept this place and had to find the place back.

Otherwise, their eight disciples of the Three God Pavilion would not be laughed at to death.

Therefore, as the leading man roared, the eight people rushed away again regardless of their injuries, with red eyes.

These disciples were young and energetic and were unwilling to admit defeat, but Susanumuzu looked at him and shook his head.

"It seems that what Wangyuehe said before is true."

"This Chinese boy is definitely not as simple as it seems."

Susanumu looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and the expression on the old face gradually became solemn.

However, even though he realized Ye Fan's strength, Susanumu did not take action immediately.

He still stood there expressionlessly.

No one knows what kind of sharpness is brewing under the seemingly calm surface of Susanumuzu?

At this time, the eight disciples of the Three God Pavilion had rushed up again.

The energy in the body swept across, and the sharpness of the whole body gathered.

The eight people stepped on the ground, and their agile shape was like a sharp sword unsheathed, shooting straight into the nine heavens.

"Boy, come again!"

"Last time, it was our eight brothers who were careless."

"This time, we will kill you!"

With the roar, the eight people rushed to Ye Fan. The majestic power exploded instantly.

"Phantom sword technique!"

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"Yang Destroy Palm!"

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"Three Gods Fist!"

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Either fist or palm, or chop or chop.

It is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

The power of the surging power was released without reservation.

Wherever the offensive reaches, it brings wind and snow all over the sky.

In everyone's eyes, the sharp edges gathered into a stream.

Finally, the boundless energy gathered into a tornado, surrounding Ye Fan with the momentum that swept across the sky.

In the storm, Ye Fan stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

Facing the majesty ahead, he was not afraid or afraid.

Above a pretty face, there is only contempt and pride.

"I thought that the disciples of the Three God Pavilion should be the best among the people."

"It seems that now, it's just that."

"I don't even dare to face failure, I just deceive myself here."

"This kind of mind will not make any great achievements in the future in martial arts?"

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, and his words were full of contempt.

In the previous encounter, I swept the eight people with one punch with a blow.

Anyone who has a little self-awareness will realize that they will not be their opponents at all.

However, Ye Fan did not expect that until now, the eight of them were still deceived themselves.

Blame your own carelessness for your failure?
Chapter completed!