How could they not feel angry?

Ye Fan did not care about everyone's anger and pointed his finger at the Wu League's children and spoke:

"Stop talking nonsense, I have the will to stand up and fight!"

He shouted: "If one hits ten, then one hits a hundred."

"Sir, who is the courage to provoke our Martial Alliance like this?"

At this time, a burly figure shot from a distance, stepping over the children of the Wu League.

Then he rushed forward, rushed to the platform like a cannonball, and became arrogant:

"I, the leopard head, come to teach you a lesson and let you know what it means to have a heaven outside..."

Before Zhang Chong could finish his words, Atagu kicked him in the abdomen.

With a bang, the leopard's head opened and flew straight and thrust out, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Next!"

The leopard's head fell to the ground, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his face full of grief and anger. He wanted to struggle, but he was seriously injured.

This scene also calmed down all the murderous children of the Wu League.

Killing intention, anger, disdain all turned into shock.

No one expected that Zhang Chong, one of the eight major coaches, could not even withstand Atagu's kick.

The female disciples were even more scared. Atagu, who was like a beast, had too many impacts on them.

At this time, Ye Fan took another step forward: "Don't come up one or two, ten or one hundred come up."

"Shuzi, Yelang is arrogant! There is no tiger in the mountains, and monkeys are also called king."

At this moment, a loud shout came over, and then seven more figures flew over the platform.

Seven Kong Wu's powerful and muscled men approached Ye Fan and Atagu.

The leader is a middle-aged man with long braids: "Today I will let you learn the power of our seven major coaches."

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Thunderbolt hand Song Yuanjiang?"
Chapter completed!