In the whole of China, it is estimated that there are hands and eyes that can reach the sky.

Even Wu Weitao was so respectful in front of him.

But Ye Fan, to be so disrespectful to him?

He's crazy?

The corners of Wu Weitao's eyes twitched, and he even cursed Ye Fan inwardly.

"Depend on!"

"If I had known earlier, I would have beaten them to death, so I wouldn't have invited them, the plague gods, over."

Wu Weitao was shocked and angry.

Qiu Mucheng's pretty face was also pale with fright, and her beautiful eyes were flushed with worry.

Even Mo Wuji, who had seen many storms, his old face froze slightly after hearing Ye Fan's words.

Finally, he smiled.

"Interesting, how many years have passed, and no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me like you."

"You're the first one."

"With your courage, you are qualified to let me know your name."

"how?"

"Young man, do you dare to declare yourself and tell me your name?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ye Fan smiled lightly, and then replied, "My surname is Ye, a single name, and a word of Fan."

Ye Fan's faint voice echoed, but Mo Wuji pondered his words.

"Is your surname Ye, name Fan?"

At first, Mo Wuji didn't react at all.

But then, he seemed to realize something.

"Um?"

"Ye Fan?!"

"You mean, you are Ye Fan?"

"Mr. Jiang Dongchu, Ye Fan?"

"A few days ago, on the bank of Dongchang Lake, the young grandmaster who defeated Wangyuehe three times with one punch, one kick and one palm, is that you?"

After hearing Ye Fan's name, Mo Wuji seemed to go crazy.

Trembling all over, a pair of old eyes widened.

Looking at Ye Fan with a trembling expression!

"It seems that you know a lot." JrNovels.com