Obviously, if there is a disagreement, they are ready to beat Ye Hao into a sieve.

Ye Hao changed a teacup on his own, and while making tea, he said calmly: "I heard that martial arts in the world come from Buddhism."

"Dizong is one of the three sects of Heaven, Earth and Man in Buddhism."

"When something happens, I don't want to use martial arts to win, but I want to use firearms to take advantage."

"Should I say that you are too useless, or the times have changed?"

"In addition, although you are not a holy land of martial arts, you are not far behind."

"It's rare that you don't even know that weapons can't beat martial arts masters?"

Fan Baitao sneered, and said, "Ye, do you think we are as stupid as you?"

"Our firearms are all the latest firearms made in the United States."

"Not to mention being a martial arts master, even a steel plate ten centimeters thick can directly penetrate!"

"If you think you are amazing, then come and try!"

"See if our firearms are better, or your skills are better!"

While speaking, Fan Baitao waved his hand.

"Go! Kill him!"

"What responsibility is there, I will take it with all my strength!"

"Ye, let me tell you, times have changed!"

Seeing Fan Baitao's actions, those members of the Dizong sect were ready to pull the trigger.

"Crack��"

At this moment, the purple sand teacup in Ye Hao's hand was crushed by him.

"Swipe, swipe�"

Accompanied by his movements, purple sand fragments flew out, and the dozens of people who were about to pull the trigger all had a little more purple sand fragments on the veins of their wrists.

There was a sharp pain that made half of their bodies numb, let alone pulling the trigger, they couldn't even hold the firearm tightly.

With the sound of ding ding dong dong, all the firearms in these people's hands fell to the ground.

This sudden scene made Fan Baitao's complexion even uglier than eating shit.

She was about to pull out the firearm pinned to her waist just now, but Ye Hao had already wrapped a firearm in a tissue, then lifted it up, aiming at the center of Fan Baitao's eyebrows.

"The special firearms made in the United States are really interesting."

"If I just pull the trigger, your head will explode like a watermelon, right?"

Ye Hao walked forward with a smile while playing with the firearm, and came to the place in front of Fan Baitao.

Fan Baitao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but at this moment she still gritted her teeth and said, "Your surname is Ye, do you still dare to touch me?"

Accompanied by her words, dozens of people from outside the box rushed in. These people also held special firearms in their hands, and all of them had murderous looks on their faces. JrNovels.com