Clothes were torn and blood was flying everywhere.

Amidst the shrill screams, those strong men who made trouble for Ye Fan were all blown away several meters, and fell to the ground, clutching their wounds and moaning uncontrollably.

The bright red blood stained their gowns red.

"This~"

"This~this~"

"This is~"

"Tea is like a knife, but water is like a sword?"

"Should I go to the special?"

The scene of Ye Fan's miraculous skills really shocked everyone here again.

On the spot, many people were frightened.

Quite a few people jumped up from their seats in shock, staring intently with their old eyes.

Since these people in front of them can be sent to participate in the snatching of Yuan Lingguo, they must also be extremely powerful in their own country.

They thought they were well-informed, but the scene in front of them was indeed unheard of and unseen.

Many people opened their mouths in shock, almost forgetting to breathe.

Before that, who would have thought that this unremarkable boy in the corner would have brought them so much shock?

"Ah~"

"It hurts to death..."

"It hurts..."

On the ground, those Indian powerhouses couldn't help moaning. Although the wounds on their bodies were not fatal, the pain that spread all over their bodies was like a flame burning, which made them extremely painful.

Only then did Ye Fan raise his face and look directly at them.

He swung the empty teacup in his hand, looked at the powerhouse of the Indian country in front of him, and sneered, "Aren't you going to get out?"

"If you don't leave, what you will endure will not only be as simple as physical pain."

In the hall, Ye Fan's cold laughter echoed slowly.

Such harsh words, coming from a young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals, undoubtedly made everyone present shudder.

For a while, those strong men from the Indian country did not move, and the diners who had been watching the excitement around them ran out like maple leaves in a swarm.

Obviously, Ye Fan's fearfulness also frightened them.

These people naturally dare not stay here again.

And those strong men from India naturally expressed fear in their hearts, endured the pain by force, and stood up from the ground.

Then they supported each other, and fled out limping.

However, perhaps these Indian powerhouses were unwilling. Before leaving, they suddenly stopped, turned their heads to look at Ye Fan, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is a strong martial artist, and I am a strong Indian man. I admire you very much." JrNovels.com