The super son-in-law of the female president

"Look at scaring you!"

"Don't express your opinion in a hurry, this old dog Zhong won't survive today!"

The fake monk standing next to Zhong Ningcai cursed: "Shut up!"

Although his eyes are blind, his ears are not deaf. The sound of Li Gang and others flattering has already reached his ears.

"Qin Fan, Qin Fan, I didn't expect you kid to die without knowing it."

"Don't you think that the 'Indium Harvesting and Returning Yang Secret Art' I handed to Master Zhong is a joke!"

"You will pay for your ignorance!"

After finishing speaking, the fake monk stretched out his hand again, groped for a while, and then grabbed the corner of Zhong Ningcai's clothes, pleadingly: "Zhong Ningcai, you must not forget the agreement between us."

"We must save this kid's life."

"This kid blinded my eyes, I won't let him die so painfully!"

"I want this kid to accept my torture bit by bit like his father!"

"Let him be in so much pain that he would rather die than die, like an ant piercing his heart, and he will never recover!"

Qin Fan rolled his eyes at the fake monk, and quickly stretched out his hand to make a pause.

"Hey, hey, enough of the fake monks!"

"You old bald donkey, you seem to have stolen my lines!"

"My father has been destroyed in your hands for so many years. Do you think I will let you live a happy life?"

Zhong Ningcai pushed the old bald donkey away, pointed at Qin Fan, and said loudly: "Enough is enough for you two!"

"Qin Fan, do you think you can come back today? Dreaming!"

"The current me is the pinnacle of the seventh floor of the mirror, what do you use to fight me!"

Qin Fan really had black lines all over his face. Hearing Zhong Ningcai's shameless remarks, he was lazy to refute, so let's just think this guy is the peak of the seventh level of Ning Jing.

Qin Fan raised the sleeve of his right hand and clenched his five fingers together into a fist.

"I don't know if this casserole-sized fist can kill you with one punch!"

Zhong Ningcai laughed, and roared loudly with disdain on his face: "Fart! How dare you speak so loudly when you are about to die!"

"An ancient boxing lineage, the strongest supernatural power!"

"Tonggu Divine Fist!"

Qin Fan also smiled coldly, and quickly punched out!
"Since you like to recite moves, then I will also recite."

"Phoenix Magic Fist!"

The distance between the two was seven or eight meters, and each showed their strongest blow.

The two fist winds were replaced by two fist waves, forming a violent impact and collision in the air!

boom!
With a powerful wave of air, Phoenix Magic Fist quickly engulfed the package of Tonggu Divine Fist.

At the same time, the speed of the Phoenix Magic Fist did not decrease at all, moving forward at a terrifying speed, and quickly impacted Zhong Ningcai.

Zhong Ningcai's complexion changed drastically, and an invisible pressure made it impossible for him to escape.

His eyes instantly changed from surprise to horror.

"This! This! How is this possible!"

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and as Zhong Ningcai's whole body flew upside down, the blood threw an arc in the air, which was very conspicuous!

The fake monk stood aside, unable to see the situation clearly because of his eye injury, and he didn't know who would win and who would lose.

But he clapped his hands and applauded on his own initiative: "Yeah!"

"Master Zhong is invincible! Master Zhong is amazing!"

"Don't kill him, don't kill him! Give Qin Fan to me, and let me slowly play with him to death!"

With black lines all over Qin Fan's face, he walked up to the fake monk and patted the fake monk's shoulder with his hand.

deliberately silent.

At this time, Li Gang, who was watching from a distance, waited for the security guards, and roared excitedly:

"Oye!"

"Oye Oye!"

"Master Qin is awesome! Master Qin is mighty!"

"Master Qin avenged us!"

"Master Qin, we love you!"

Hearing the cheers from Li Gang and others in the distance, the face of the fake monk changed drastically, and subconsciously reached out to touch Qin Fan who was standing beside him.

The thickness of the arm, the feel of the fingers.

"Fuck! It's over!"

The fake monk was so frightened that his legs became weak and he sat on the ground.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that the person standing in front of him at this moment is not Zhong Ningcai but Qin Fan.

Master Zhong, who flew upside down, rolled several times on the ground before climbing up from the ground in front of him and standing up.

That complexion is very depressed.

Qin Fan's Phoenix Magic Fist was almost a one-hit kill, almost killing Zhong Ningcai.

"How……"

"How could this be?"

"You and I are both at the seventh level of the mirror, why is your punch so much stronger than mine?"

Zhong Ningcai covered the wound on his heart with his hands, his ribs were sunken and at least four of them were broken.

The possibility of defeating Qin Fan has basically been lost.

Qin Fan shook his head, he didn't want to explain too much, he just said lightly: "Do you think your cultivation level improved by sucking essence yang is your real cultivation level?"

"The sorcery you practice can rejuvenate your youth. It is indeed very rare, but the foundation is not stable at all. Your seal has turned black. Can't you see it yourself?"

"A guy who is overestimated and does not follow the right path."

As Qin Fan said, he walked towards Zhong Ningcai, and when he was close to him, he whispered in his ear: "You...you can die now!"

Zhong Ningcai was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "No! No! No!"

"Don't kill me! I have money! I have money!"

With one blow, Qin Fan hit Zhong Ningcai's heart directly, and a black tiger came to dig out his heart!
This heavy punch penetrated Zhong Ningcai's body, smashed Zhong Ningcai's heart to pieces, and pulled it out from the back of his body.

"Money? I used to love this guy, but now I hate it!"

After speaking, Qin Fan ruthlessly pulled his fist out of Zhong Ningcai's body.

Turn around without even looking straight in the eye.

"A person like you is not worthy of being called a master at all, let alone living in this world..."

Murder, this is Qin Fan's first murder.

Not a little bit nervous, not a little scared, not even a little uneasy.

Qin Fan walked up to the fake monk very calmly, grabbed his collar with one hand, and lifted him up, letting the fake monk's legs dangle wantonly in the air.

"Fake monk, come on, tell me how my father's bug can be lifted."

"Come and tell me why my father was imprisoned for so many years!"

"Come and tell me why your heart is so vicious!"

The fake monk whimpered, waved his hands quickly and said: "Xiaofan, Qin Shang is my junior brother, and I am your senior uncle, how could I poison him."

"Besides, your father is so powerful, how can I succeed."

Qin Fan pinched the fake monk's collar and exerted a little force, the pain made the fake monk break out in a cold sweat and his face turned purple.

"Are you still refusing to tell the truth?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The fake monk burst into tears from the pain, and pulled Qin Fan's left hand with both hands.

"It hurts, I'm almost out of breath, let me down and I'll tell the truth!"