Chapter: 6487

"Damn, you're right, there are hundreds of us, are you afraid of him alone?"

"Get up all for me, let's go again!"

"It was careless just now, we all rushed towards him directly, no matter how fast he is, so what? Isn't it the same as being blocked?"

When one person joins, more people join.

Han Sanqian smiled without moving, and looked at the leader Scar. He was smart, and sat softly on the ground from the beginning to the end, and did not join.

Han Sanqian shook his head: "Is it strange that hundreds of people are afraid of me?"

"It's not like there are tens of thousands of people who are afraid of me."

Thinking about Ming Yu's gang of elites, Han Sanqian had long been afraid of being beaten, and he really didn't have any bragging elements when he said this.

"I don't want to die again."

As soon as the words fell, the hundreds of people who had just risen in momentum collapsed in half in an instant.


"Fuck it, don't let him intimidate you guys, come on!"

I don't know who went up first, or who pushed whom. Following this movement, hundreds of people rushed towards Han Sanqian again.

Han Sanqian couldn't move at all, and the black air suddenly shot up.

"I don't need a few hundred hits to hit you, one hit is enough."

When the words fall, the anger rises, and the anger releases!

boom!

Have you ever seen someone rushing towards the scene of an explosion?

On the spot.

The energy released from Han Sanqian's body was far stronger than that of the explosion. Even if hundreds of people rushed forward, the powerful energy still ruthlessly knocked them over.

After that, they all smashed backwards heavily.

Wow!

Hundreds of people, all lying flat!

And Han Sanqian didn't even make a move.

"Now, do you believe what I say? If I were you, you'd better believe even the punctuation marks."

After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he smiled lightly, moved his hand, and a wooden stool fell under him, and he sat down.

On the ground, all the dwarves were in a mess.

Although the injuries they received were not fatal, they were enough to make them grin their teeth, making it difficult to resist for a while.

"Who the hell are you?" Scar asked.

More than 300 people all fell down in an instant. I am afraid that no one will believe this.

After all, even if it is three hundred ants, at least they have to step on several feet. JrNovels.com