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

Chapter 956 Don't Bully My Son Like This

Chapter 950 Seven Don't Bully My Son Like This

"Whoosh-"

Miao Jinge endured the pain and ran towards the back mountain, Ye Fan also followed closely.

No matter what, he wanted to kill Miao Jinge, otherwise he, Yuan Qingyi and the others would have a narrow escape tonight.

It's just that although Miao Jinge was injured, he was familiar with the environment and the terrain, so he escaped quickly, leaving Ye Fan always a little behind.

Miao Jinge did not hide in the octagonal building, but rushed out of the back hall, walked through the corridor, jumped out of the backyard, and plunged into a mountain forest.

The hills are gloomy and the wind is blowing. Although there are a few street lights, they make the mountains and forests even more terrifying.

It's just that Ye Fan didn't care, his eyes fixed on Miao Jinge.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

After Miao Jinge rushed into the forest for nearly a hundred meters, he suddenly turned around and cast a cold arrow.

Three crossbow arrows shot at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was always on high alert. When he saw the crossbow arrows coming, he turned his right hand and swept all the crossbow arrows to the ground.

After a miss, Miao Jinge continued to shoot at Lin Zi, and fled without looking back.

He knew that if Ye Fan took him down, he would die.

Ye Fan licked his chapped lips, and moved after her.

The two kept shuttling through the woods, biting and chasing them like rabbits with the help of dense trees, bushes and rocks.

Whether intentionally or not, the two were always separated by a distance of about ten meters.

One runs, the other chases, and never dies.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Five minutes later, Miao Jinge rushed into an open area.

Here are eight stone houses with teeth inlaid on the outside.

There are eight dead trees behind the house, and the trees are covered with black snakes and insects.

Eerie.

"Old Ancestor, Ye Fan killed my whole family and ruined my foundation, and also destroyed the Miao clan."

"Jin Ge is incompetent, plotting to be injured."

"I can only ask the ancestor to take action, kill this thief, and protect my Miao family."

Miao Jinge's figure stopped suddenly, then he knelt down with a plop, and roared at the stone house.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, patriarch?And the trump card?

"Snapped--"

Just at this moment, a blue shadow emerged from a stone house and sent Miao Jinge flying with a slap.

"Useless things."

When Ye Fan concentrated his eyes, he saw an old man in green robe standing beside Miao Jinge, his whole body was gloomy and exuded a cold aura.

He was still holding Miao Jinge's sharp sword in his hand to play with:

"A brat wants to ask us to do it. You have been pampered for too long."

"Don't you know that these days are the days when I'm waiting for a breakthrough?"

The green-robed old man hated iron for being weak and kicked Miao Jinge again.

Miao Jinge was in pain, but he didn't dare to refute, still respectful: "What Qing Zu taught is that Jin Ge is incompetent."

"I'll deal with you later."

The Qingpao patriarch kicked Miao Jinge to the back.

"Boy, it's very courageous to come to the Miao family to play wild."

He stared at Ye Fan and snorted disdainfully: "Kill yourself, you can have a better time."

"Kill yourself, uncle, look at the gun!"

Fighting for so long, being poisoned, and being drummed with cowhide, Ye Fan also consumed a lot of energy. He didn't want to entangle, and wanted a quick battle.

So he swung the red gun in his hand, and rushed towards the blue-robed patriarch.

The ordinary red gun flicked, rattled, and the gun's shadow was heavy.

This spear pierced, in Miao Jinge's eyes, it was as if a thousand arrows had been fired, covering the sky and the sun.

"court death!"

The Patriarch Qingpao was completely irritated by Ye Fan. He is a hundred-year-old monster, how could he allow Ye Fan to ignore him like this?

Amidst the roar, the Qingpao Patriarch also waved a sword shadow to block Ye Fan's spear.

A series of muffled sounds exploded, extremely ear-piercing.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Under Miao Jinge's surprised eyes, the spear points were densely dotted on the sharp sword, as if dense raindrops hit the sword hard.

The red gun not only suppressed the sharp sword's counterattack, but the power of the gun tip also made the sword's shadow fall piece by piece.

At the same time, the tiger's mouth holding the sword of the blue-robed patriarch trembled.

In the end, with a crisp sound, the sharp sword shattered and fell to the ground in dozens of fragments.

Miao Jinge's expression changed, he didn't expect the Qingpao Patriarch to suffer.

The blue-robed patriarch also had his eyelids twitch, surprised that Ye Fan was so tyrannical.

Little did he know that Ye Fan wanted to make a quick decision and kill him and Miao Jinge as soon as possible, so he put all his strength on it.

"break!"

When the sharp sword broke, Ye Fan let out a long roar, and the red spear broke through the last sword shadow, passed through the shattered blade, and pierced the blue-robed patriarch's heart.

"Zizi—"

Seeing this, the Qingpao Patriarch roared angrily, angry at Ye Fan's presumptuousness, but his eyes were also solemn.

Ye Fan's shot was too fierce, whether it was speed or strength, it was rare in his life.

Only then did Miao Jinge realize that Ye Fan hadn't tried his best to deal with him!
"Whoosh-"

At this moment, the Qingpao Patriarch dropped the hilt of his sword, and retreated more than ten meters.

"Whoosh!"

It's just that the Qingpao ancestor is fast enough, and Ye Fan is even faster, as swift as a galloping horse. The distance of more than ten meters is reached in an instant, and the red gun in his hand follows him like a shadow.

In a blink of an eye, the red gun was like a sharp arrow, making a sharp whistling, and stabbing it out with all its strength.

The clothes of the Qingpao Patriarch were blown by the strong wind and rolled up like grass.

"stop!"

Seeing the spear approaching, the Qingpao Patriarch let out an angry roar, and slammed his hands together against the spear.

He gripped the gun.

"flutter!"

With a crisp sound, the red gun was clamped by the blue-robed patriarch, but before he had time to be happy, he saw two silver needles shot at his eyes.

The Qingpao Patriarch instinctively tilted his head to avoid the silver needle cast by Ye Fan, but in this way, the power of his palm stagnated.

The spear drove straight in and stabbed him in the shoulder.

A stream of blood spurted out.

"asshole--"

Just when Ye Fan was about to kill again, there were seven explosions all around.

Then seven figures jumped out of the seven stone houses, and they rushed towards Ye Fan like vicious dogs.

Where the figures of the seven people passed by, the wind howled, and the ear-piercing sound of piercing the air exploded.

"Eight Patriarch?"

Ye Fan's nerves tensed up, and then he backed up with a roar, and at the same time swung his spear, sweeping towards the seven people.

"call--"

The eyes of the Seventh Patriarch of the Miao Clan widened instantly. Ye Fan's shot seemed simple, but in fact it concealed extremely terrifying and turbulent power.

Their scalps exploded in an instant. Only when faced with an extremely dangerous moment, would the seven of them have such a reaction.

"kill!"

It's just that the seven of them quickly regained their composure, shouted together, and blocked Ye Fan's shot with both palms.

"boom!"

The seven pairs of withered palms collided violently with the spear, the sound was ear-piercing, the body of the seventh ancestor of the Miao clan shook, and fell to the ground from mid-air.

Blood rolling.

But Ye Fan flew out with a gun, his tiger's mouth hurt sharply, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

"It's too much to deceive people."

Ye Fan shouted in his heart, in this damn place, one big devil is enough, but there are eight more, how can we fight?
Seeing Ye Fan being seriously injured, Miao Jinge was extremely happy, and roared viciously: "Eight Patriarch, kill this thief."

The Seventh Patriarch of the Miao Clan attacked Ye Fan again, extremely fast and extremely murderous.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and brandished his spear to fight fiercely with them.

After a few rounds, Ye Fan was slapped away by them again.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Just as Ye Fan fell to the ground, the Seventh Patriarch of the Miao Clan came up to him like a phantom, and punched Ye Fan again.

After Ye Fan endured several punches, he forced the seven people back.

However, the Seventh Patriarch of the Miao Clan was also covered with colors, and one of them had flowers on his face, which shocked Miao Jinge.

He never dreamed that Ye Fan would be so tyrannical to this floor that he would still be able to fight against the Eighth Patriarch.

This also made him more determined, he must kill Ye Fan tonight, otherwise there will be no peace in the future.

"Bang bang bang-"

It was another three rounds of confrontation, and Ye Fan injured another person, but he was also kicked away.

Ye Fan stabilized his body and was about to take a breath when the blue-robed patriarch, who had planned for a long time, rushed up from behind and punched Ye Fan on the back silently.

"Um--"

Ye Fan snorted, and fell straight up, like a shell falling into the forest.

He was about to take the opportunity to hide in the woods to circle around, when he saw a palm hit the back of his head.

Ye Fan fell into a coma in an instant.

At this moment, Ye Wujiu came out from the woods, and calmly looked at the approaching Eighth Patriarch of Miao Clan:
"So many people bully my son, isn't it good?"

Miao Jinge was taken aback for a moment, and then smirked: "Father Ye Fan, are you here looking for death?"

"To die together—"

The patriarch in Qingpao had the deepest hatred for Ye Fan, so he shot at Ye Fan with a single step.

He grabbed Ye Wujiu's neck, trying to squeeze him to death.

Ye Wujiu smiled lightly, raised a finger, and pointed lightly at the Qingpao Patriarch.

"puff!"

This antelope hanging horn, transcending space, almost raised his hand, and touched the blue-robed ancestor's forehead over a distance of more than ten meters.

The Qingpao Patriarch was stunned for a moment, then his whole head, together with the killing intent all over his body, exploded.

Life is extinguished.

One step to condense the void, one finger to kill the green robe!

Understatement, without a trace of pyrotechnics, such as picking something out of a bag.

At this moment, the entire back mountain was silent.

(End of this chapter)