Chapter 1081

After the toast, Leng Chong pressed his hand and said, "today's celebration party, everyone has a good time."

After sitting down one after another, a long period of music sounded.

Young girls came in one by one, and began to perform Miaoman's dance.

Dance, beauty, wine

The cheers went on and on, and the atmosphere of the banquet continued to rise.

"President Leng, this is what you invited us to see?"

Coldly looking at the strange atmosphere on the field, Nangong Duan frowned slightly: "if it is, I will go directly."

"Nangong master, can't help it so quickly?"

Leng Chong joked: "good play in the back, only a wave higher than a wave."

"Chairman Leng, it's wonderful that you arrange such a position for Lin fan."

Looking at Lin fan, who is sitting in the corner with a gloomy face, Kong Quansheng's depression in his heart dissipates more than half.

"It's just the beginning, and the best is yet to come."

Corner of the mouth curved, cold heavy said: "absolutely will not let two masters white."

"Well, I'll bring it to you this time

Excited to rub his hands, Kong Quansheng called: "if you do, count me."

"The master of the Kong family is very kind to you. If you do something, you will not be left behind."

He pulled the Kong family to the same front and looked at the south palace end coldly: "Nangong master, how about you?"

"I'll make a decision when I see what's going on."

Eyes from the beginning to the end all fall on Lin fan, the south palace end of the mind is still Ding Sheng since. The scene of the explosion.

He was very curious. What was Lin fan capable of?

Dong

The drums sounded and the second program began.

A muscular man with bare arms walked to the center with a one meter long and twenty centimeter wide machete.

Holding the machete in reverse, he arched his hand: "my name in the world is yidaoqie, but everything under my knife will collapse."

The voice falls, carrying a machete flying.

Bursts of whistling sound, chopper above the iron clasp, is issued bursts of clang sound.

"It's true Kung Fu. It's said that he can split the steel door in two with one knife."

"Last time, there was a man who wanted to die. After provoking him to death, he could not die again."

"Look, look, cut across the board. What is this for?"

All the people who were interested in the ground gathered their eyes one after another.

What came into view was a knife in the hand, pointing to the end of the position.

"In the next world, it will be one size fits all. Please enlighten Mr. Lin."

The sound was so loud that it rippled in the hall.

"Mr. Leng, is that what you said?"

Looking at the fierce muscles, Nangong Duan said: "it looks very fierce, but the martial arts are not between the appearance, you should know."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood Nangong."

Shaking his head, cold heavy smile: "this is not the beginning of the drama, even this is not the beginning, can only be said to be appetizers."

Mr. Lin.

Hearing the name, those who knew what was going on looked at Lin Fan one after another.

Today's banquet is not only to celebrate the fifth anniversary of the founding of the World Congress, but also to deal with Lin fan.

Lin fan, who has always closed his eyes, opens his eyes and looks at the muscular man on the stage.

But when I want to stand up, he stumbled and nearly fell down. Finally, he finally stood firm: "please use this word well, but it's a pity that if I use a knife, I will meet blood."

"Ha ha, Mr. Lin, swords have no eyes."

Seeing Lin Fan trembling with fear, he said, "please give me your advice."