Qian Daoliu originally wanted to give Qian Xunji a step, and also give everyone present a step of "garbage".

However, as Qian Daoliu's words had just fallen, the elders' faces had not yet had time to calm down.

An Bufan seemed to be not serious and said in a deep voice: "I said everyone here is garbage, but in my eyes they are garbage."

Originally, Qian Daoliu finished speaking and wanted to sit down, but he heard his son say this.

I felt it would be better to stand up in an instant, and Qian Daoliu also understood that if his son had no real skills today.

No one here will let him go, and they will probably press him to the ground to rub him.

Because his words are so arrogant, it makes people feel that they are not very convinced!

Sure enough, just as Qian Daoliu guessed, the strong man in the hall looked at An Bufan with a gloomy expression at this time.

Such eyes seemed to be on fire, and they wanted to eat people. If their eyes could eat people.

It is estimated that An Bufan had only bones left at this time.

Titled Douluo cannot be humiliated.

"What? You are trash, don't accept it?" An Bufan slowly stood up, and the aura belonging to the title Douluo burst out from An Bufan's body at this moment.

It permeates the entire hall, and no matter how you speak, now that the breath is filled with it, it is not as simple as speaking.

"Everyone..."

Qian Daoliu wanted to say something, but as soon as Qian Daoliu spoke, he was stopped by An Bufan.

An Bufan slowly walked down the platform and said slowly: "Father, you don't have to say anything. I know what you are going to say? In my eyes, these people are garbage."

"Why……"

When Qian Daoliu heard An Bufan's words, Qian Daoliu immediately understood that it was over, and it was completely over now.

Now his son is probably going to be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

And it’s not that it’s easy for one person to rub, but that it’s that a group of people are pressed to the ground to rub.

Bang!

...

At this time, Qianjun Douluo suddenly patted the armrest of the chair, stood up and said with a gloomy face: "Hisser Pope, do you know what you said just now? Do you know how much you are doing?"

As Qianjun Douluo finished speaking, Douluo in the hall looked at An Bufan one after another.

The questions asked by Qianjun Douluo were also the ones they wanted to know and were curious about at this time.

If An Bufan surrenders and says something good, then this matter will be over.

if……

...

If An Bufan is ignorant, then even if he is supported by his grandson today, they will press An Bufan to the ground and rub him to let him know how to write the word "sensible".

What should be said and what should not be said.

Meeting everyone's eyes, An Bufan was neither humble nor arrogant, and said domineeringly: "I know very well what I am doing, and at the same time I know very well what I am talking about."

"What? Qianjun Douluo is not only timid, but also has problems with his ears, right? Or do you think everyone here has problems with his ears?"

An Bufan looked around for a while, and then he changed his mind and said with a domineering attitude: "Then I will repeat it again. Everyone here is garbage, garbage, garbage!"

He pointed at the finger and said that such an operation was really domineering, and I was slightly stunned when I saw it cheaply.

He said intimately: "This is my kind of person, domineering. I have half the style and domineeringness of me when I was young."

When he sighed in his heart, Qian Daoliu also understood that his son had finished it completely.

If so many titled Douluo cannot be resolved properly, the huge Martial Soul Hall will collapse and collapse in an instant.

Sure enough, just as Qian Daoliu guessed, when An Bufan's voice fell.

Bang!

Slap!

Slap sex!

...

The titled Douluo elders in the hall slapped the armrests of their chairs and stood up slowly.

Everyone looked at An Bufan with a gloomy face and furiously.

Here I have to say that the chair is of great quality, and it can withstand the title-listed Douluo without being destroyed.

Such quality is quite terrifying.

When buying a chair, please identify the Douluo Wuhun Hall chair. You can be assured and satisfied as you can.

"His Pope, it seems that you are in trouble today." Douluo, the second worshipper of the Golden Crocodile in the Elders' Hall, said with a gloomy face at this time.

He strongly showed his inconcealment in his tone.

This Golden Crocodile Douluo is a super Douluo at level 98. The only one who can suppress him in the entire martial soul hall is An Bufan’s cheap price.

Now that even he spoke, it means that "Qian Xunji" is really in trouble.

"Unfortunate?"

An Bufan smiled unanimously and said, "Golden Crocodile Douluo, do you know who you are talking to?"

"You are all trash, but you are not convinced? Can you prove that you are not trash?"

“Fuck…”

"It's so bullying..."

"His Pope, Qianjun Douluo requests to discuss with you."

"His Pope, the Holy Dragon Douluo requests to discuss with you."

"His Pope, Ghost Leopard Douluo requests a fight with you."

"His Pope,..."

“…”

...

After An Bufan finished speaking, he instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of Douluo who was present.

I thought the Golden Crocodile Douluo had spoken, but this "Qian Xunji" had already given up.

Damn, I didn’t see anything that was surrendered. They only saw the “Qianxunji” becoming increasingly rampant.

Because I was Qian Daoliu, I thought he was the Pope of the Wuhun Palace now, so I didn't take them seriously.

This is so bullying that everyone present petitioned to discuss with An Bufan.

Discussion is fake, and in the name of Discussion, An Bufan is pressed to the ground to educate him.

Even the Golden Crocodile Douluo said slowly with a gloomy face: "Your Excellency the Pope seems that your strength in seclusion has improved a lot this month! I request a battle with Youth Pope."

Qian Daoliu looked at everything that happened in front of An Bufan, and Qian Daoliu understood.

Today he can't protect his son. Now he can only hope that these old guys can take advantage of their own face and be able to take action lighter.

Of course, he hopes that his son will dare to say such rampant words, and he has a certain trump card.

Otherwise, after today, he, the pope of the Spirit Hall, might be completely a joke that others say.

The title Qiandaoliu can even imagine that, that is, "President Qianxunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, is arrogant and angered Douluo, the title of the Tenth Seiyu of the Elder Hall, and is pressed to the ground to rub against it."

...

"war?"

An Bufan raised his lips, curled up a shallow curve, and shouted loudly: "Do you think you have many people, so I will be afraid? Tell you, I am not afraid at all, you... Let's go all together!"

"The Japanese pope will become famous in one battle."

...

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