Chapter 90: A punch, a kick, a slap

Xu Qing alone, deterred the audience, no one dared to make a little sound.
In addition to the monarch, the most terrible person is the elder. The reason why the outside world was afraid of Bei Han Palace was because Xu Qing was sitting there.
Huo Rong's face was "colored", and her heart was extremely depressed. Although he is not much different from Xu Qing's realm, but in terms of the bottom line, this person is thousands of times deeper than him.
No one knows how strong Xu Qing is!
"Elder Xu, nephew Ye Fan, offended!" Huo Rong said respectfully, and then silently stepped aside, at this moment he can no longer "plug in"!
Half-drunk Zhenjun has a pale face. He doesn't know why he provokes such a powerful evil.
The Sipin Alchemy Division, the elders of the Alchemy Association, the close disciples of Xu Qing, and the sixteen-year-old quasi strong!
Every name is an existence that others have to dream of. But now, he is all taken by him.
Terrible, terrible!
"Tuer, do you want to slap him for you!" Xu Qing said aggressively.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "He's just a stepping stone to me! Three tricks, I can kill him!"
Although the master is powerful, he cannot always hide behind the master. Some things have to be dealt with on their own.
Three strokes to kill six deadly!
Are you kidding me? That's a half-drunk true king, but that's the peak of sixfold!
"Boy, I want to see, how do you bomb the old husband!" Half drunk Zhenjun is angry, this time, find his face anyway.
"Shenglong Xiaotian!"
Half drunk Zhenjun stepped out, his body turned into a series of phantoms, and a dragon "groan" sounded in the void.
Just in front of his fist, a "color" dragon shadow emerged, biting away at Ye Fan.
"Xuanjie Zhongwu martial arts, half drunk Zhenjun's famous tricks, so powerful!"
"This trick, but to fight against the Seventh Armed Forces, Ye Fan is impossible to follow."
However, Ye Fan was unmoved, and under the condition of fluttering blood, a whole body of gold "color" scales grew.
auzw.com "There is no phase method, and the body is immaculate!"
The blood dragon banged on Ye Fan's chest, making a loud noise, as if it hit the iron wall of the copper wall.
An anti-shock force directly backed the half-drunk Zhenjun Zhen several steps, his hands dripping with blood.
Hold ~ slot!
A six-punch punch to the ground was unharmed! Moreover, Zhenjun was "forced" to retreat simply by the power of anti-shock.
Bull "force"!
Xu Qing took a deep breath and secretly said that the boy was eccentric. It takes at least three years for this ordinary person to practice the first floor.
But he was less than three days!
At this moment, Xu Qing felt a little scared. If this kid grows up, there may be no opponents in this world.
"First move!"
Ye Fan shot in an instant, and appeared in front of Zhenjun like a phantom.
Zhenjun only had time to raise his hand to resist, and the next moment, he felt a shocking force coming and blasted him directly into the ruins. This vast force directly shook the radon in his body.
One punch!
"Second move! Stormwind!"
Ye Fan stepped forward continuously, jumping high in the air, stepping on his chest in horror.
There was a loud bang, and the ground was stepped out of a large pit.
One kick!
Shock!
Everyone was shocked. This scene was too strong and shocking! Level martial arts, coupled with violent blood, and the power of deep outbreaks, are really terrible.
In the deep pit, Ye Fan strangled the half-drunk Zhenjun's neck with one hand, and slapped him with a slap.
Papa ~ Half drunk Zhenjun's head was smashed and smashed.
One punch, one foot, one slap, deeply shocked!