Chapter 1190: One trick to kill

"There are fifteen seconds left, you have to hurry up."
Taking a sip of hot tea, Yang Fan looked at the time and said.
"I can't waste any more time. This person's defense is so high. My strongest attacks are of no avail. It seems that I can only use that."
Satan's messenger sweats on his forehead, and it is not a problem to escape with his own speed. Since there is still fifteen seconds left, let's give it a try.
Thinking of this, the lightning forces in the Satan messenger are gathering, and there is a thunderbolt in the sky, as if echoing the power of the Satan messenger.
"go!"
A large amount of thunder enveloped the entire square, and as the hands of the Satan messenger fell, the thunder that had also condensed was all trapped on Yang Fan at this moment.
After Satan's messenger performed this trick, his face turned red, and he knelt down on one knee, and the lightning energy in his body was almost exhausted.
A large amount of thunder fell on Yang Fan, and the dazzling white light burst out, almost blinding everyone's eyes, the ground crackled and exploded, and it was cracked open.
The lightning kept falling, and this situation lasted for ten seconds before it stopped.
"It should be dead."
The satanic messenger squatted, panting, and looked at the dusty place where Yang Fan was.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew, revealing Yang Fan's figure, still intact, even the dust on the chair under him was not stuck, and the strength of the two was not at the same level.
"It's a bit improved this time. It hit me so numbly, as if I was in a hot spring. Oh, I almost forgot, there are five seconds left."
Yang Fan drank the rest of the tea in one breath, stretched out five fingers, and bends one finger every second.
Two seconds later, the satanic messenger was shocked, ignoring the deficiencies of the supernatural powers in his body, and flew towards the sky with the kick of his legs, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
"Senior Yang, he's going to run away, won't you chase him?"
Yang Fan's strength has broken Cheng Yufeng's three views time and time again. She is now sure that Yang Fan's strength is at least the pinnacle of the Great Master. It feels happier to know such a strong person than to be the leader of the Dragon Group.
"Let him run for a while, and another second."
Following the bending of the last finger, Yang Fan slowly raised his right hand, and a golden light spot condensed on his index finger, aiming at the small black spot in the sky in the distance. It was the messenger of Satan who had flown away.
With the strength of the Innate Grand Master, volley flight is no longer a problem, and he is also a dual-line supernatural ability, with a fast speed, flying several kilometers away in the blink of an eye.
Whoosh!
The beam of light burst out, hitting the messenger of Satan in an instant, the body was pierced, and then exploded, and the dead could no longer die.
The Grim Reaper, who was filming live broadcast not far away, had a pale face and was trembling, because at this time Yang Fan was facing her with a squinted smile.
"This guy should be the most powerful in taking on the task of assassinating me, whoever wants to die, just come. In addition, the square here has been destroyed like this, and it takes a lot of money to repair it. Generally speaking, it is because Night Killing Craft Club, give you a chance to apologize and put out 10 billion, which is regarded as compensation to me, otherwise I don't mind going there in person, then it will not be a 10 billion problem."
Hearing these words, Cheng Yufeng's mouth twitched fiercely, and he was full of calculations. It would not be necessary to renovate the destroyed ground of the entire square for 100 million yuan. Now it costs 10 billion to open his mouth.
The scene that took place in the square was also seen by the high-level officials of the Dark Night Killing Association. In the face of Yang Fan’s clamor, these people did not care, but in order not to offend Yang Fan, after thinking about it, the reward for Yang Fan was cancelled. Zhong Fa made the past five. One billion dollars was seized.
"Senior Yang, I didn't expect you to be so strong. Are you about to touch that legendary realm? This is my business card. Just ask me if you have anything to do."
Cheng Yufeng handed over a hot stamped business card with only a string of numbers on it.
"If you want to recruit me into the dragon team, forget it, I'm not interested in this."
Even though Yang Fan said so, out of Cheng Yufeng's kind words to persuade him earlier, Yang Fan took the business card and looked at Death again with a smile.
"Also, Guo Dan, enjoy the rest of the time. I will find you after a while. I will repay you for your kindness to me."
Yang Fan looked straight, as if he could see Guo Dan through the camera.
In a villa in Sichuan Province, Guo Dan stared at the computer in front of him, forming a confrontation with Yang Fan's gaze, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.
Three years ago, he killed Yang Fan by virtue of the right time and place, but he did not expect that Yang Fan was not dead. After returning, he did not know how much his strength improved. Guo Dan did not defeat Yang Fan's confidence at all. .
Many people died in World War I that year. Although Guo Dan gave them some benefits afterwards, they did not increase their strength much in three years.
"In this case, Senior Yang, we will withdraw first."
Knowing that it was hopeless to win over Yang Fan, Cheng Yufeng made a gesture to the people in the dragon group. After a while, all the people in the dragon group disappeared.
"Go away, too."
Grim Reaper hurriedly put away the camera, the live broadcast was interrupted, and the figures disappeared in the crowd.
"Master Yang Xian is simply a descending from the earth."
Wu Bo didn't know when he came to Yang Fan's side, and slapped Yang Fan's flattery.
"Okay, I know what your purpose is. It's not impossible to give you a chance. How many friends do you know in the business world, it's best to be a high-ranking official."
"Master, you are asking the right person for this. I have been doing real estate for 30 to 40 years. I know all the wealthy businessmen who are famous and have a surname in the country. Xiao Ma from Hangzhou, Lao Ma from Guangzhou, and Hong Kong Island. The king of gambling... and foreign families all know some. I don't know what the fairy master needs me to do?"
Wu Bo knew that his opportunity had come, and he nodded and bowed.
"How long will it take you to restore this place?"
Yang Fan pointed to the ground of the destroyed square.
It's not that Yang Fan is unwilling to do it, but that he doesn't want to use unthinkable methods under the public.
"Three days, up to three days."
Wu Bo gritted his teeth and said.
"Then give you three days. In these three days, I will rebuild the Byzantium Hotel, and then you will bring all those people over."
Wu Bo seemed to have guessed why Yang Fan did this, and nodded without piercing it.
A group of four returned to the Byzantium Hotel, looking at the eye-catching advertisement on the building, Yang Fan waved his hand, and the advertisement disappeared.
Extend your finger and write three words in the space of the advertisement.
Yi Shan Xuan! ! !