Ye Fan's bad words almost made King Florida crazy.

"You are presumptuous!"

"How can you let your dirty words be in front of your ancestors? Is there any power to insult my ancestors?"

King Florida and the others cursed.

Ye Fan was too lazy to pay attention to them.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this phantom, King Florida and others would have probably been slapped to death by him.

"Ancestor, stop talking nonsense to him."

"This person is already beyond help. Please kill his ancestors!"

King Florida and the others have seen Ye Fan’s lip skills.

This guy is so sharp-tongued that he might as well be beaten to death than to quarrel with him.

At least not angry!

The phantom seemed to have heard the words of King Florida, and his eyes looked at Ye Fan suddenly became a little cold.

"To be kind to you is to be cruel to all living beings."

"My Buddha is merciful and can only exchange your life for the happiness of all beings."

"If you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

A faint voice continued to sound.

Then everyone saw that the phantom raised his finger deep in the sky.

boom!

In an instant, thunder rolled in the sky.

Several purple gold thunders actually soared out from the depths of the sacred mountain like a golden dragon.

When Ye Fan was caught off guard, the several golden thunders actually tied Ye Fan's hands and feet like chains, and imprisoned Ye Fan in the void.

Looking from a distance, the thin figure of the man was like a death row prisoner judged by heaven and earth!

"Ye Fan!"

Noya was frightened.

Screaming worriedly.

In the void, Ye Fan was also struggling violently.

However, the thunder chain is like a land of heaven and earth.

The more Ye Fan struggled, the more violent the thunder power became.

The pain of being beaten by thunder swept across Ye Fan's body.

"This...this..."

"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?

The bullying is the 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!