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"Duo …" "Wang...!"

Iron Salt looked at Yang Fan who was flying in the air, and his mouth was about to split open.

The people of Ruo Hai's mercenary group all saw Yang Fan.

He had originally met a youth on his way, but now, he turned out to be an expert with wings of battle qi.

At the beginning, she had mocked him, but now, in front of him, she was nothing more than a fart!

"Big brother Yang Fan!"

"Iron Salt, what do you want to do?"

Iron Salt slowly calmed down. Although the wings behind Yang Fan's back were indeed formed from battle qi, how could there be such a genius in this land?

"Dou Qi Transformation Wings, I don't believe that it's that flying Dou Technique!"

Yang Fan didn't have any expression on his face, everything was the same as before.

"You can try!"

When these words were spoken, it really frightened Iron Salt. If he was really a Dou Wang, there was no possibility of him escaping.

"Lord Dou Wang, I dare not!"

"I can say that we have no grudge between us, so I can let you go!"

"Big brother Yang Fan, don't let him go!" Zhao Ying recalled the Iron Salt and immediately became furious.

Yang Fan didn't say much, he was only concerned about his own matters. "But you secretly sent people to kill me, I can't forgive you for that, I'll punish you by slapping yourself ten times, and then leaving!"

On Iron Salt's exposed arm, veins popped out and his eyes turned vicious.

"The aura from your body betrayed you!"

Just a moment ago, Iron Salt could feel that Yang Fan's aura had suddenly weakened. This unstable aura, how could it be emitted by a true expert Dou Wang?

Sweat beaded on Yang Fan's forehead. He had indeed underestimated the strength of his opponent's Da Dou Shi, as well as Tie Yan's own observation abilities.

Iron Salt tightened his muscles and took a step forward. Battle qi was released from his fist.

Yang Fan shook his head, and stretched out his hand, tightly clenching Iron Salt's fist.

"How is this possible?"

After Yang Fan's physique and strength had reached over twenty years of age, he could withstand a strength of a thousand Jin without using any dou qi, which was the strength of a seven star Da Dou Shi.

Tie Yan, this five star Da Dou Shi's attack, was nothing in front of him.

Tie Yan quickly broke away from Yang Fan and quickly retreated. Relying solely on his physical body, he withstood a punch. This was the strength of a true Dou Wang.

"Lord, I was wrong!"

Yang Fan moved, and within a breath's time, he arrived behind Iron Salt, and said with a cold voice, "Now, twenty slaps!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Iron Salt no longer dared to question him. He quickly slapped his face.

"All of you, release them!"

Yang Fan pointed at the stunned mercenaries.

Their own group leader was slapping them across the face, so how could they dare to not listen? They hurriedly untied the Ruo Hai Mercenaries.

"Lighter!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Tie Yan's slapping sound stopped, and his face swelled up as he kneeled on the ground, "Sir, I can leave now, right?"

Seeing Iron Salt's swollen face and the sound of his voice, everyone in Ruhai's mercenary group felt relieved.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Zhao Ying stepped forward and called out to Iron Salt, "Wait!"

With Yang Fan behind him, Iron Salt didn't dare to take another step forward. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Ying, his eyes filled with panic.

Zhao Ying immediately raised her hand and slapped him. Although she didn't use much strength, Iron Salt had bullied him just now.

"You can leave now!"

"Thank you!" "Thank you, aunt!"