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Chapter 839
Following the trail of the body, Elder Mo Sang and his party found Ye Fan.

I saw him sitting on a chair, surrounded by people fanning and enjoying the moonlight, which was quite pleasant.

"It seems to be him, he is the new boss of the bandit den today."

"Yes, it should be him. It seems to be Brother Zhuanfeng."

"Two elders, why don't we rush down now to avenge our brothers and sisters."

"Yes, kill! We must not let them go."

……

The surrounding disciples saw Ye Fan being impassioned, clamoring to avenge his fellow disciples.

But they don't think about it either.

Ye Fan can kill them if he can kill Mo Chou.

They didn't come to send heads.

In fact, Ye Fan had already discovered their tracks.

It's just not broken.

Since he broke through the innate.

For people of the same realm, he has an absolute strength.

There is no fear at all.

Whatever they do.

Don't move like a mountain and wait.

No gimmick can match absolute power.

Elder Mo Sang squinted his eyes and stopped everyone.

As a congenitally strong man, he naturally looked more carefully.

There were no traces of fighting around the corpse, which meant that they had no room to resist.

And everyone was instantly killed with one blow. Could it be the young man in front of him who could do this?

To be honest, he really didn't believe it.

Mo Sang and Mo Zhuo looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Is it so gruff?

Ye Fan waited for a long time but did not see them come down.

Instead, they chatted in the dark.

What a waste of time.

"Dai Si, protect the brothers and watch my performance."

"What do you mean? Boss, why are you going?"

"Hehe, you'll know in a while."

"Come out, Golden Cudgel!"

Today is Ye Fan's performance day.

Ever since he became a genius, he hasn't had a hearty fight yet.

Let's have a good time, and then shock the little brothers by the way, so naturally we have to kill them.

"No, he found us and is attacking us."

"What is that thing in his hand? It looks like a stick!"

"Don't be afraid of the stick, everyone quickly set up a formation and wait for it."

"No, the stick seems to be getting bigger and bigger! The shape can change! What the hell is this?"

……

That's right.

Ye Fan wanted to give them a thunderous blow.

I meditated silently in my heart.

"big big big!"

The majestic aura is injected into the golden cudgel.

Let the whole stick get heavier and thicker.

In the end, it was out of Ye Fan's hand, and he couldn't hold it at all.

But at this moment, the Golden Cudgel turned into a steamroller, rolling it directly towards everyone.

"Everyone, run."

The two elders quickly reminded.

But it was all too late.

They found out too late.

"Boom boom boom!"

The golden cudgel is like a gigantic giant, directly crushing it.

This time, twenty people were crushed to death.

Elder Mo Sang quickly used his aura to form a huge protective shield.

Protect the remaining ten disciples in it.

The disciples hid in the protective cover and couldn't calm down for a long time, and each of them looked at Ye Fan with lingering fear.

Just such a stick has such a powerful power.

It's too scary.

Elder Mo Sang felt as if he had eaten a dead mouse.

Just one move.

On his own side, more than [-] disciples died.

This is not to kill them.

"You are Mochou's helpers, hurry up and let me kill you!"

"Roar!"

Seeing Ye Fan's shocking behavior.

All the bald men burst into cheers.

They were shocked.

Surprise.

Do not believe.

Excited.

All kinds of emotions filled the whole body.

But in the end it all came together in one sentence.

"The boss is awesome."

No way, but everyone is uneducated.

That's all I can say.

See people are unmoved.

Ye Fan smiled: "What? Hiding in the turtle shell and not coming out?"

"Believe it or not? I can smash your protective cover with a stick?"

"Brother Zhuanfeng, you have to forgive others and forgive others. You and I, Mo Xumen, have no deep hatred."

"If you let us go today, Mo Xumen can let you go."

Elder Mo Sang wiped his sweat.

Ye Fan's feeling is too strong.

Especially the long stick in his hand was like a god of death.

Kill 20 people with one move.

Their few disciples are not enough to kill twice.

If it is really head-to-head.

Although they are not afraid, but the disciple is probably about to die.

"It's impossible to let you go, but I still have the measure to let you write a suicide note." Ye Fan shrugged and gave them some time.

"By the way, why don't you just kneel down and admit your mistake! After all, it's not polite for you to disturb my lucid dream."

"Brother Zhuanfeng, don't bully others too much."

"Hmph, if you are a villain, we Moxumen disciples will not give in. Even if we die in battle against a strong enemy, we will not kneel down to you."

"To live, to live with awe, to die, to die with dignity!"

Elder Mo Sang and Elder Mo Zhuo are righteous, mighty and unyielding.

Everyone was shocked and infected by the words.

The disciples of Moxumen were all impassioned, Fangfo was fearless in the face of death.

Elder Mosang and Elder Mo Zhuo were very satisfied with what they said just now, and they looked at each other to express their affirmation of each other.

However, the voice just fell.

"Boom boom boom!"

After a few muffled sounds, several disciples of Mo Xumen fell to their knees without hesitation.

They don't need arrogance or dignity, but they want their lives!

Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of Elder Mosang and Elder Mo Zhuo felt burning pain again, and they suddenly felt that what they just said was like farting.

No, it's better to fart.

Farting can leave a burst of fragrance, but his words don't even have a ripple.

"Brother Zhuanfeng, please let me go!"

"You are my grandfather and I am your grandson, please spare your grandson's life."

"Haha, it's really fun to take the initiative to downgrade!" Ye Fan laughed.

But immediately, a look of anger appeared on his face.

"I don't have your rubbish grandchildren, don't put gold on your face, you know?"

The crowd laughed bitterly.

We are all as humble as dust.

Even in the eyes of your old man, it is gold.

"Brother Zhuanfeng, yes, we are garbage! Please throw us out."

"Don't be fooled by trash."

"Forgive our lives and leave a good life for the world!"

……

"Hahaha, you Moxumen disciple is a bit fresh and refined!"

"Sure enough, I won't give in. Kneeling is really majestic and imposing."

"Okay, I agree to let you go. Am I magnanimous? Come on, say I am magnanimous."

Ye Fan's ridicule was like a resounding slap.

Hitting the elder in the face again was like adding salt to the wound, making them unbearably painful.

However, these disciples committed a big taboo, and the traitor is the most hated and tabooed by any force.

Even before the protective shields of Elder Mosang and others got out, they turned against each other, and they would definitely not end well.

Even if Ye Fan let them go, Mo Xumen would not keep them.

(End of this chapter)