A pair of old eyes stared at the front firmly, and the heart was almost like a turbulent sea, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

It wasn't until the end that Kong Ming exclaimed in surprise in an unbelievable tone: "Xiaohua, I think, I...we made a mistake from the beginning."

"The Temple of Valkyrie asked a young man to participate in the characters here, or...maybe it's not just to let him increase his knowledge, but...but him, is he really talented?"

"You shitty talents, these people must be too weak to be defeated by this bastard." Lu Hua, who calmed down, cursed immediately.

"Yes, it must be so."

"It's because his opponent is too weak."

"A boy in his early twenties, I don't believe he can do anything."

Lu Hua was full of dissatisfaction and roared through gritted teeth.

Kong Ming didn't speak, but the way he looked at Ye Fan was different from before.

The battle just now, although it was only in a split second, Lu Hua may not have seen it clearly, but Kong Ming undoubtedly saw it clearly.

Regardless of body speed, strength, and timing, what Ye Fan did was undoubtedly perfect.

This kind of ability must have been sharpened from countless life and death fights, and even he, Kong Ming, may not be able to do it.

"Ye Fan, where did you come from?"

For the first time, Kong Ming was still serious to Ye Fan.

Mike Jones on the other side undoubtedly had an extremely ugly expression at the moment.

The battle that was supposed to be won again, but who would have thought that it would turn out like this?

Four people besieged and beat up a young boy, but he was completely abused?

"waste!"

"It's just a bunch of trash!"

Mike Jones was so angry that he cursed, his old face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

After venting for a short while, Mike Jones' gloomy gaze fell on Ye Fan again.

"Good boy, you do have two brushes, no wonder you dare to provoke this young master here."

"However, just relying on these things, I want this young master to fear and give in. I can only say that it is still too far away!"

"Is the majesty of my Truman beyond your imagination?"

The cold words, like a cold wind, swept past here.

In an instant, the temperature in this valley dropped sharply, and everyone felt like they were falling into an ice cellar.

At that moment, many people were shocked.

It seems that this Mike Jones is going to get serious!

Sure enough, after the words fell, Mike Jones immediately turned around, clasped his fists and bowed in obeisance: "Seventh Elder, next, please!"

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