Watching Lin Fan leave, Cheng Kun just gets up from the ground.

Throw the abandoned right hand, still came bursts of pain.

But no matter how painful the pain was, it could not offset his humiliation.

They were crushed by force and extorted eight million.

"Lin fan, I will definitely give back this hatred in double."

The roar of anger resounded through the night sky.

He is not Lin Fan's opponent, so wait for the president to hand it in person.

When he is crushed, it means that the whole world will be crushed.

Concerning the World Association, the president will definitely kill Lin fan to rectify the name of the organization.

"Second young master, should I and we also leave?"

The assistant who came back to God and looked at the stupefied nangongxiong asked carefully.

"Leave, yes, let's get out of here."

His mind is still full of Lin Fan crushing into Kun, and Nangong Xiong is shivering now.

Cheng Kun, the peak strength of Ming Jin's later period, was beaten to the ground by Lin Fan and spurted blood.

If Lin Fan wants to, he is not as simple as being stabbed in the thigh with a knife.

"Help Help me. My leg is numb. "

With nangongxiong leaving, there are several voices of leaving.

Until everyone left, Anna at the auction house swallowed.

"Master Jia, do you know what family Lin fan is?"

"No, not at all."

Master Jia, standing beside him, shook his head: "such a young man has such terrible strength that even the ancient martial family may not be able to cultivate it."

A move to crush the ground into Kunming, five body throwing into the ground, it is not possible to have reached the dark strength.

It's incredible. I can't believe it.

"Miss Anna, if you can make friends with him, you will be able to make a rapid development in the future."

His mind constantly replays Lin Fan's fist. Master Jia said with a meaningful smile: "one move makes Lin Fan famous in Zhonghang city."

There is no need for any publicity. Those who have witnessed this battle tonight will be passed on from one to another.

……

On the way back, guizijian looked at Lin Fan from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Lao Jian, you may as well speak up."

Open his eyes, Lin Fan scolded: "look at me all the way, this will make me doubt your sexual orientation."

"Teacher, what kind of strength are you?"

Embarrassed with a smile, guizijian asked: "the peak strength of Kunming strength in the late stage was beaten by the teacher and you vomited blood."

"Lao Jian, what strength do you think I am?"

Lin Fan did not answer the question: "in your opinion, I should not be so strong at this age, should I?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I want to say."

"As far as I know, Nangong Yun is a genius of cultivation, but he has to be 30 years old before he reaches the strength of Mingjin later stage."

Lin fan is in his early twenties, but his strength has crushed many martial artists. This is the place where people can't imagine.

Evil, too evil.

"My experience is not the same as you. When you are playing and playing, I may be killing or dying."

Looking at the night sky outside the window, Lin Fan explained, "my strength is the peak of Ming Jin's later period, but my peak and Chengkun's peak belong to two realms."

"Teacher, you will be my idol."

From Lin Fan's mouth to hear the real strength, guizijian took a breath: "too fierce, really too fierce."

At the peak of Ming Jin's later period, people are the talents of cultivation. No, it should be said that they are cultivating demons!