"Let them immediately send strong men to strangle them!"

"In this world, we are not the only ones who don't want Chu Tianfan alive."

"We, since we can let him die the first time, we can let him die the second time!"

Fu Luogong's eyes were gloomy, and the chill and murderous intent rose in his heart.

As the head of the Flora Palace, he has to make multiple plans at any time.

Talk to Ye Fan first and hold him back.

Wait for the powerful men from all over the world to come, and work together to strangle him!

However, when King Fo Luo sent someone to send a message to the martial arts of various countries, Duo Lun, who had been silent all the time, frowned.

"Junior brother, you are asking the nations for help."

"Just one person scares you all to ask for help."

"It seems that those who have not improved in these years are not only Yan Xia, but also my Indian martial arts!"

"Senior brother, this is also a helpless move." King Fuluo was about to explain.

"What helplessness!"

"I only know that if you call for help, the national dignity of our Indian country will be wiped out!"

"In the future, we will become the world's rooster in Indian martial arts?"

"The dream of striving to strengthen the country that countless predecessors have worked hard for will be completely shattered by your few phone calls!"

Duo Lun's eyes were deep, and his words were full of seriousness and ferocity.

Duo Lun's words are certainly reasonable.

But now it is no longer a question of dignity, but a question of survival.

"Senior brother, Chu Tianfan was number one in the rankings back then. We can't handle it without calling for help." King Fu Luo's eyes were full of bitterness.

"Number one on the list?"

"So, he is the young man of Yan Xia you mentioned before?"

Only then did Duo Lun realize who it was.

In an instant, he stood up suddenly, fighting with high spirits.

"It was a pity that I couldn't kill this so-called Yanxia evildoer before."

"Now it seems that God has heard my heart."

"It's God's will, let this deity end this son!"

"This stick, leave it to me."

In Duo Lun's faint words, there was endless blood and arrogance.

After decades of penance, he was too eager to fight. JrNovels.com