Beauty's Supreme Expert

Seeing Lin Fan coming out at the critical moment, Zhang Haonan takes Juqi powder and pours it into his mouth.

After the elixir's luck, the body immediately rippled out bursts of vitality, Zhang Haonan felt that the whole person was alive.

"Thank you, Lin Shao." I took two comfortable breaths.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Lin fan who suddenly appeared, the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice, "it's better not to join in."

"I don't want to get involved, but I'm a shareholder in this company."

Sighed, the corner of Lin Fan's mouth curved: "and I agree with your idea just now, I can't help it."

“……” The middle-aged man frowned: "what concept?"

"The strong are respected. I like your idea very much, and I agree with it very much."

Looking at the middle-aged man from the beginning to the end, Lin Fan's tone sank: "who is strong, who can do whatever he wants, right?"

There was no response, and the middle-aged man's brows frowned.

He was thinking about what happened to the fierce momentum just now, and whether he was the boy in front of him?

Just now that awe inspiring momentum, but scared his heart tight.

There was no time to react, as if he would be killed as soon as he moved.

Can let him have this kind of feeling, the strength has reached the dark strength at least.

But now there is a young man in his twenties?

Is it possible?

The strength of warriors grows with time.

Because cultivation requires the rise of experience and accomplishments, which is why he is confused.

The young man in his twenties, even if he can practice until the early Ming Dynasty, is great.

As for dark power, it's impossible.

Think through this point, the middle-aged man mentioned the heart to ease a lot, before the self-confidence is also back.

"I'll let you experience what strength is respect."

One punch, Mingjin's peak strength in the later period, blows at Lin Fan's head.

The wind of boxing became so loud that his fist fell into Lin Fan's eyes.

"Respect for strength means doing whatever you want. You can die for me."

Where did the sense of oppression come from just now? Through this fist, we can know the answer.

Boo.

An air current ripple rippled out in the air, and the sharp fist stopped halfway.

The fist is surrounded, and more importantly, there is a surge of power.

His face changed, and his eyes opened strangely.

No matter how the fist can't move forward, there is a force rebounding from the center of the fist.

A force far higher than the peak of his late Ming Jin, a force that he could not resist at all.

The feeling of palpitation just now filled my heart again.

The gap in strength directly made him shiver and speechless.

How could it be? Is this guy a dark power?

Completely subverted his mind, let him whole person don't know, perhaps say don't know what's going on.

But in my twenties, I've got dark strength?

"You're right. You can do whatever you want with respect to strength."

Holding the fist of the middle-aged man with one hand, the left hand was directly aimed at the arm and chopped down.

The crack of bone was accompanied by a howl of pain.

"You You... "

The whole left arm was unconscious, and the middle-aged man's face was pale: "we went into the sea..."

"Don't talk nonsense, respect strength."

A slap in the face, Lin Fan sneered: "do what you want, should be very comfortable?"