Half of his face was blood red.

Through the towering blood, one can vaguely see the bones inside.

"This~"

"This this..."

At that moment, time and space seemed to stand still.

The people talking and laughing just now stopped abruptly.

The hand holding the vegetables was hanging in the air, and the raised wine glass did not fall down for a long time, everyone was stunned.

All the people present stared at the scene in disbelief.

Everything happened so suddenly.

A few seconds ago, Lei Luo was still showing his might and power, and even threatened to conquer Yanxia martial arts in the future.

But in the blink of an eye, he became a dead dog, lying on the ground and twitching.

This nearly 180-degree huge turn made everyone feel illusory.

Who would have thought that an unknown and unobtrusive young man would slap to death a top Indian man?

Shocked, frightened, terrified~

All kinds of emotions filled the hearts of everyone here.

At that moment, the entire hall was silent, for a long time, no one gave a speech.

Until, Ye Fan raised his head and looked forward with deep eyes.

All of a sudden, everyone's hearts tightened, thinking that this young man was going to kill again, and even some people were about to jump out of the window and run away.

Just when everyone's nervousness was in their throats, Ye Fan's voice sounded: "Boss, serve tea!"

In the hall, Ye Fan's words echoed for a long time.

But all the people in the hall twitched their eyelids.

Second Olympic!

Is this too big to pretend?

At that time, many people's eyes were darkened.

Just now they thought that Ye Fan was going to go crazy and deal with the remaining Indian powerhouses.

But who would have thought that Ye Fan had been brewing for a long time, but he was just pouring tea?

For a moment, the eyes of everyone looking at Ye Fan became even more strange.

"Who is this guy?"

"So strong?"

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