Meng Rongcheng is a fat man.

But it is not the bloated and clumsy fat man. It is the fat man with agile, sharp eyes and looks quite dangerous.

His hair was dyed black, but his wrinkles betrayed his real age, probably in his seventies.

Meng Rongcheng's shout was full of excitement, resounding throughout the retro room, and even spreading to the leisure area outside.

When he found him showing up with a group of people, Fei Shuang, a woman in white, put away her ready-to-run and left the strings with both hands, as if she was unwilling to take action in front of too many people.

Yu Fan also temporarily put away his true energy and turned his attention there.

There were seven people coming in total.

Except for Meng Rongcheng, who is the leader, the remaining six are ancient warriors.

Three of them are relatively young and are very weak, but they have just developed internal breathing. At the beginning of the Xuan level, they are slightly worse than special mercenaries like Li Qingfeng.

Two middle-aged people, one man and one woman, are slightly stronger. They are about the strength of the middle-level earth level, which is stronger than Li Qingfeng, but weaker than Zhang Yong.

The last one was a thin old man who looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, with bare hair and only had the last few hairs left. He had a strong aura and was at the same level as Long Ye's sixth apprentice Zhao Jinpeng.

"You are just such a few people?" Yu Fan just glanced at it and said disdainfully.

At the same time, he also realized a problem.

Zhang Yong followed He Xiangdong here and was injured by a mysterious master, and he didn't even know who the other party was.

Judging from the six ancient warriors who are appearing now, even the strongest old man will find it difficult to seriously injure Zhang Yong through a wall, or even block his internal breath.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the person who hurts Zhang Yong should be the woman in white named Feishuang.

"What a big tone!"

Yu Fan's words aroused the anger of several ancient martial artists. The tallest and most handsome among the three young men took a step forward and snorted coldly: "Boy, you dare to offend Miss Feishuang and you are still talking wildly in front of my master and Boss Meng. Today I will teach you a lesson to let you know how powerful I, Wang Yun!"

As he said that, he stepped on his left foot, fisted and palmed his hands, and set off his posture.

This posture, coupled with his heroic and masculine appearance, is quite masculine.

Unfortunately, he wanted to please Miss Feishuang without any reaction to this, and even felt like he couldn't bear to look at her.

Yu Fan smiled, hooked his fingers and said, "Come on, I beg you to teach me a lesson."

Wang Yun was the first to stand up to show off in front of Miss Feishuang and gain a favor.

As a result, before the favorability was gained, he was ridiculed and looked down upon first.

He was immediately furious and shouted: "You are looking for death!" He rushed out suddenly.

A huge fist magnified slowly in front of the sail at a turtle speed.

The force contained in this punch is probably less than four or five hundred kilograms.

If an ordinary person is killed, he will lose half his life even if he doesn't die.

But Yu Fan was a joke.

He was too lazy to use his true energy, so he just raised one leg casually.

Then...

Bang!

Wang Yun flew backwards twice as fast as when he rushed out, knocked over a brass crane floor lamp, and threw it to the ground.

The tung oil from the oil lamp was poured on his face, and Wang Yun's face was suddenly burned and he screamed in pain.

"Bastard, how dare you hit me!" He endured the severe pain on his body and got up, grabbed the crane oil lamp on the ground, jumped up, and smashed it towards Yu Fan's head.

"Junior brother, let's help you!"

The other two young men also saw that Yu Fan was difficult to deal with, so they took action together.

The three brothers and brothers joined forces to attack Yu Fan's three-way top, middle and bottom, with a strong momentum, just like a master.

Yu Fan didn't even take it seriously and said, "It's boring, it's too weak."

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew up and directly fanned the three of them out.

Bang bang bang

The three brothers and brothers knocked over the screen, table, incense burner and other objects. The originally elegant and exquisite and antique house suddenly became chaotic.

After dealing with three minions, Yu Fan said to Meng Rongcheng: "Boss Meng, I heard that you have many capable people under your command. In the future, don't bring out such smelly fish and rotten shrimps, and you'll be embarrassed to see them. You'll lose more."

After hearing this, the three of them were angry and didn't get out of the trouble. They got up from the pile of miscellaneous items and wanted to come back and compete with Yu Fan.

At this time, their master, the bald and thin old man, stopped him and said, "Enough, you guys retreat."

Meng Rongcheng, who was standing beside him, looked at Yu Fan with interest and said to the bald old man: "Brother Ouyang, this kid looks not simple. In order not to let him continue to disturb Miss Feishuang, I am afraid I will ask you to do it once."

The bald old man Ouyang Lie nodded slightly, his eyes were gloomy, "Ha, it's easy to say. It's the old man's honor to be able to take action for Miss Feishuang." After taking three steps, he made a "please" gesture to Yu Fan, and said, "Young man, I'm a few decades older than you, and I won't bully you. I'll let you take three moves first."

Yu Fan:...

I've seen a crazy person, but I haven't seen such a crazy person.

Lin Duantian dared not say that he would use three moves first. This old man was just a high-level man, even his "surface strength" was far inferior to his "superior strength". He dared to be so arrogant.

Could it be that I have never studied in a book and don’t know how to write the word “death”?

"Are you sure?" Yu Fan asked in a strange tone.

Miss Feishuang's starry eyes behind the piano platform were also strange. The look of looking at Ouyang Lie was as if she was looking at a fool.

Ouyang Lie relied on his strength and was fearless, saying, "A gentleman is as good as he can. If he wants to give you three moves, he will give you three moves. Why? Are you afraid and dare not take action?"

"I'm really a little scared, afraid that you can't even hold on to a single move." Yu Fan said regretfully.

Ouyang Lie was furious when he heard this, his breath was surging, and a majestic momentum emanated, blowing the white gauze curtains around him to the point of flying and swaying.

He said hatefully, "I'm not old and have a big tone! Take action! Let me see how you beat me down with one move!" His attention was firmly locked in Yu Fan, as if he was afraid that Yu Fan would run away.

Yu Fan shrugged helplessly, "This is what you asked for yourself, so I have to satisfy you."

He stepped forward.

The moment he stepped out, the pressure of the third level of Qingming Realm was released.

The aura as majestic as mountains and as vast as the ocean suddenly pressed towards Ouyang Lie.

Just as the real momentum swept through, Ouyang Lie's few hairs were blown back, and even his eyelids and wrinkled old face were torn and deformed.

He was murderous and majestic the previous second, but his expression changed drastically the next second, and he felt as if he was in the bloody mouth of a giant beast in the prehistoric world, as if he was chewed to pieces at any time.

The majesty that was supported was shattered to the ground in an instant, and his legs couldn't help but shiver.

"stop."

At this moment, a cold sound rang out.

The moment before Yu Fan took action, Miss Feishuang finally spoke.

She held Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin in her arms, stood up, and said to Fan: "Brother Dao, you and I should not hurt innocent people when fighting. Please move to other places, Feishuang will come with you."
Chapter completed!