Whoever is afraid of death will die first. When we meet on a narrow road, only the brave will win.

"kill!"

Ye Fanhan pushed forward without fear of death and forced all the enemies surrounded.

The bullet shell and blood were trampled by him, which made Ye Fan look unparalleled.

Two Dragon Temple gunmen walked around Ye Fan's back and wanted to put a cold gun to kill the pervert.

They moved the short gun in their hands, and the muzzle was moved towards Ye Fan bit by bit.

When they were about to lock in, they suddenly felt a chill.

"Um?"

The chill that even hair can stand upside down is like a frog staring at by a poisonous snake. From the corner of their eyes, they look at the source of danger.

Just as Ye Fan showed him a kind smile, his white teeth shining with bloodthirsty light.

Then, one hand cracked their throats.

"flutter!"

The two of them died of blood spray.

Ye Fan started killing all the way, killing the remaining enemies in a mess, and then rushed to the top of the mountain with one go, a relatively open flat ground.

In the middle of the flat ground, there is a pavilion with a diameter of two meters.

There were Go in the pavilion, snacks, tea and a few stones.

On the middle stone, an old man in white sat, shaved his head and held a white piece in his hand.

Ye Fan's pupils shrank: "Demon Monk Long Po Pan?"

The old man in white looked up at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why bother to struggle?

The Heavenly Bureau cannot be violated."
Chapter completed!