The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 466
Chapter 460 The Seventh Challenge
The audience looked at Ye Fan, the uninvited guest, in surprise.

Many people didn't know who Ye Fan was or what Ye Fan's background was, but when they saw him intruding like this, their eyes became playful.

This is Murong Feixiong's territory, Murong Feixiong is about to use force on Wang Shiyuan, what's the difference between Ye Fan disturbing the interest and courting death?
When someone whispered that Ye Fan was the one Murong Feixiong called just now, the ridicule of dozens of handsome men and women in the room became more intense.

It turned out to be the one who was beaten into trash by Miyamoto Tamaru.

"Damn it, Waste Ye, you really dare to come?"

At this time, in the corner, a white-haired young man stood up, looked at Ye Fan and smiled angrily:

"You are looking for death."

He was angry from the bottom of his heart when he was destroyed by someone.

Ye Fan looked up. Although he didn't know Murong Feixiong, he could still recognize him by his posture.

That arrogance was exactly the same as on the phone.

Ye Fan temporarily collected some information on the road. Murong Feixiong was apparently Murong Sanqian's nephew, but in fact he was the latter's illegitimate son.

Because of this relationship, Murong Sanqian not only passed on his knowledge of the exercises to him, but also spared no effort in cultivating him to grow.

It's a pity that Murong Feixiong couldn't endure hardships, and he couldn't achieve great success in martial arts, so Murong Sanqian could only make him get promoted.

This time Murong Sanqian came to Nanling to find fault with the purpose of kicking Ye Fan away and making Murong Sanqian the new president.

Ye Fan sighed: "The abacus is good, but it's a pity that you shouldn't provoke me."

He put Murong Feixiong on the death list.

Murong Feixiong took a sip of wine: "Ye Fan, you ruin my mood, and the consequences will be very serious."

On the sofa beside him lay a graceful young woman with disheveled clothes and half-faded stockings. It was Wang Shiyuan who was in a daze.

It's just that when she saw Ye Fan, her eyes lit up suddenly, with a touch of hope.

Ye Fan nodded slightly to her, signaling her not to worry, then looked at Murong Feixiong and said calmly:
"You should be lucky, you haven't done anything like a beast, otherwise you wouldn't be able to keep the whole body."

Murong Feixiong stepped forward with a glass of wine in his hand: "Ye Fan, I've seen people who don't want to die, but I haven't seen you who are willing to die like this."

Ye Fan said lightly: "You want me to kill you, I'll come and fulfill you."

"boom--"

Murong Feixiong kicked Wang Shiyuan's abdomen: "Didn't you let me touch it? I touched it now, what's the matter?"

Wang Shiyuan screamed, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, he didn't speak, he just took out his phone and sent a message.

"I touched her, tell me, what can you do? Tsk, you're a trash, you don't dare to confront her, you just use your phone to pretend..."

Murong Feixiong slapped Wang Shiyuan twice again, then looked at Ye Fan provocatively:

"Do you have the ability to move me?"

Many people laughed, Ye Fan's silence seemed cowardly to them.

"You provoke me like this, I don't mind letting you suffer."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, you will have a decisive battle tomorrow afternoon."

He is eccentric:

"Well, later, Wang Shiyuan and I will take a couple's bath. After we're done, how about you drink up our bath water?"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of men and women in the audience burst into laughter, mocking the disabled Ye Fan who didn't know how to be a hero, and even bluffed if he was incapable of being a hero to save the beauty.

In the end, not only did Wang Shiyuan not be rescued, but he also had to drink the bath water of her and other men. There is nothing more shameful for a man than this.

Ye Fan stepped forward with his hands behind his back: "I didn't say anything just now, but I told you Murong Sanqian to prepare a coffin for you."

"You bastard, who gave you the guts to challenge me like this?"

Murong Feixiong gave an order: "Come here, beat this trash up for me."

The seven or eight youths in the room immediately roared and rushed over.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he kicked them all away.

Their bodies were like kicked balls, flying in all directions, or rolling on the ground, falling to the ground without making a sound.

Ye Fan's kicks were so powerful that he directly smashed their viscera, and let all these helpers die.

"It's kind of sensible."

Murong Feixiong sneered indifferently: "Old Qin, teach him a lesson, don't beat him to death."

As soon as the words fell, an old man with a hooked nose rushed out from the corner.

He punched Ye Fan shockingly.

Nine successes.

He wants to make an example and let everyone know:

Anyone who offends Murong Feixiong will die!
"Whoosh-"

The fists shot out with murderous intent, and the momentum suddenly exploded, like a torrential flood that shocked people.

Several beautiful women took a step back and gloated at Ye Fan, thinking that Ye Fan would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

"too weak!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan didn't raise his eyelids, he snorted coldly, and then punched him.

Fists like the wind.

Under the fiery eyes of dozens of people, Ye Fan punched the hooked-nosed fist.

"boom!"

The fists collided, and there was a muffled sound.

Ye Fan's strength came out through his body, the clothes on the hooked-nosed old man's arms shattered, his fist joints broke instantly, and his arms were twisted.

"what--"

Afterwards, the hooked-nosed old man let out a scream and flew out uncontrollably, knocking over several people and falling to the ground.

Sweat rained down.

Abandoned!

"what--"

"How could this be?"

"How is this going?"

"Why is his fist so terrifying? Didn't it mean that he is almost useless?"

"Did Qin Lao underestimate the enemy?"

Many female guests subconsciously exclaimed, they couldn't accept that Mr. Qin was so vulnerable in Ye Fan's hands.

Murong Feixiong's expression also changed: "Ye Fan, are you healed?"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, and with a flash of his body, he was in front of Murong Feixiong.

Almost at the same time, two black-clothed old men jumped out, without saying a word, flashed sharp knives, and directly attacked Ye Fan's vitals.

That sharp knife, that strength, that tacit understanding, is simply flawless and impeccable.

"Clap--"

Ye Fan didn't care at all, and lightly grabbed it twice with his left hand.

After two crisp sounds, the two black-clothed old men groaned, and there were five more blood holes in their wrists.

The sharp knife was dropped, and the arm was disabled.

He couldn't gather all his strength.

Ye Fan didn't stop at all, and continued to approach Murong Feixiong.

"Whoosh-"

Even though Murong Feixiong looked like he was hollowed out by wine, he still had a bit of a foundation after years of precipitation in the Martial League.

As soon as he stepped back, he had a hidden sword in his left hand, which stabbed at Ye Fan.

"call--"

Ye Fan dodged calmly, then twisted his waist and turned his hips, and punched Murong Feixiong hard in the chest.

Power down.

Gong Suqin's and the others' pupils shrank into needles in an instant!

Murong Feixiong's complexion changed, and the Hidden Sword moved horizontally to block it.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Ye Fan shattered the Hidden Sword with a punch, and then hit his body unabated.

Murong Feixiong felt a pain in his palm, and then a pain in his ribs.

Seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)