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Chapter 812 Brothers discuss
The voice just fell.

Ye Fan heard something unusual.

This is the rhythm of the battle.

Didn't expect to see you for so long.

Wang Chicong also became a militant.

The main reason is that he can't do without a fight.

He fought in foreign battlefields before, licking blood with a knife.

Then complete various life and death tasks, and complete transformation in the fight.

Every ounce of strength in the body comes from fighting for life.

Hearing Ye Fan's strength, he couldn't help but want to have a fight.

"It's all praised by others, how can it be so powerful."

"Haha, third child, you have learned how to be humble! This is not your character."

"Come on, let's make gestures, brothers."

Wang Ticong pulled Ye Fan to the square at the entrance, full of fighting spirit.

Ye Fan smiled wryly.

"Isn't it delicious to go drink and eat first? Do you have to use knives and guns?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense! I must see your strength."

Ye Fan shrugged: "Okay, no problem."

The conversation between the two did not lower their voices.

Many people around have heard the news.

One pass two, two pass four, in just 2 minutes, the entire Martial Artists Association heard the news that the two were going to compete.

As President Wang's son, he has always been the pride of heaven.

And Ye Fan is the hottest figure in the Warrior Association recently.

Cooked strong cooked weak.

That must have aroused the curiosity of countless people.

"Hurry up and watch, the young president is going to compete with Ye Fan in PK."

"I'll go! Aren't they two brothers? Why are they still fighting?"

"It's just a competition! Go and see it, maybe you can learn a lot."

Chairman Wang did not stop them.

First, he wanted to test the results of Wang Chicong's practice, and Ye Fan was obviously the best test stone.

Secondly, let everyone see the strength of the two, that is also a deterrent.

If spread out.

At least other strengths know that there are two favored sons of heaven in the Martial Artists Association.

"Haha, you agreed? Great."

"Brother, to be honest, after returning triumphantly, apart from fighting, I really can't think of anything else that can satisfy my inner hunger."

Ye Fan curled his lips in disgust: "You seem to be a pervert."

"Damn! Did anyone say that about your second brother?"

talking.

The majestic flames of war flickered in the eyes of the two.

No one admits defeat.

Full of fighting spirit.

Anyang, Ouyang Yi and others hurried over.

Looking forward to it.

"Sister Ouyang, who do you think will win?"

"It must be Ye Fan, I have never seen him lose before."

"Hmph, you are Ye Fan's little fan girl, you must think that he is invincible."

"Uh... don't you think the young president can win?"

Anyang showed an embarrassed smile: "Actually, I also think Ye Fan can win, hehe!"

"You are too subjective, not objective at all."

Sun Shiyin said slowly: "Wang Shicong has a lot of combat experience, and all his strength and experience are the experience of blood."

"Ye Fan belongs to the veteran powerhouse. He is deeply rooted in our hearts. He is extremely talented and has a high starting point. His strength is even more unfathomable."

"So? Who do you think wins?" Anyang asked curiously.

Sun Shiyin frowned, and let out a foul breath.

"I think Ye Fan can win."

"Cut! I thought you would say something unexpected!"

"Hee hee! Ye Fan is our friend, of course we must support him."

Listen to the evaluation of Ye Fan.

Wang Xicong was very curious.

I don't understand that an ordinary person in the past has become an admirable existence in just a few months.

"Third, come on."

He put on an unfathomable appearance, with a fairy-tale demeanor.

"it is good!"

The two confront each other.

Invisibly, bits and pieces of power seeped out, and the air crackled, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

"But it seems boring without a lottery!" Ye Fan said with a light smile.

"Then what kind of prize do you want? Whoever loses, how about a treat for someone to drink? How about calling both Yue Peng and Wang Yiqiao?"

"no problem."

In the past, Ye Fan was short of money.

Even a meal is reluctant to please.

But now.

Drizzle only.

Ye Fan was wearing casual attire with a carefree look, which was in stark contrast to Wang Chicong.

But the aura he exudes cannot be underestimated by anyone.

"Okay, let's fight!"

The voice just fell.

The two looked at each other.

Ye Fan moved first, a golden radiance glowing from his body.

A roaring dragon chant resounded through the void.

I saw him stepping on the ground with one foot, and even stepped on the ground to create a deep hole.

It rushed towards Wang Xicong like a cannonball.

"Uh... I didn't expect you to have this style!"

Wang Xicong was taken aback.

Such tyrannical power and tyrannical style of play are really not what Ye Fan can show.

To be honest, he still looks down on this style.

With brute force, he couldn't get on the stage.

But he was wrong.

Ye Fan belongs to the kind that can be salty or sweet.

Any style can be mastered.

It just shows what it is now.

Immediately, Wang Chicong's eyes became neither happy nor sad, and the battle robe on his body fluttered slowly without any wind.

Also rushed towards Ye Fan.

"It's too coquettish, it's too coquettish. These two people don't seem to be competing, they seem to be showing off."

Everyone around sighed.

It felt like the two hadn't waited to fight.

Maybe the aura will be exhausted.

"Really? I don't feel anything."

It was nothing.

But immediately.

The purple awns on Wang Chicong's body exploded and went straight to the sky, as if it aroused the resonance of the nine heavens, thunderous.

Lie Yan stepped on his feet, creating a line of fire in the air.

"I'll go! This is a bit of a bullshit!"

"It feels so domineering."

"The momentum alone is so powerful, can Ye Fan be the opponent?"

……

The huge movement of the two attracted the horror of countless people.

They have seen too much fighting and killing.

But in the face of your strength against the two of them, everyone felt a little fear in their hearts.

There is even a feeling.

As long as the two of them do it, the entire Martial Artists Association can be destroyed.

"Second brother, take me to the Dragon Folding Fist!"

Ye Fan let out a loud shout.

There is infinite aura in the fist, which is devastating.

"Well done! Watch my Nether Art, Karma!"

"boom!"

A hot flame collided with it.

The majestic power spread around the two of them.

Everyone's faces were scorched by the heat wave, and they felt uncomfortable all over.

"I'll go! Can it be affected so far? It's too awesome."

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

"Hurry up and hide! I'm afraid this is a fierce battle."

……

The crowd dispersed again.

And Ye Fan also separated.

The first trick is to test each other, and it is considered complete.

"Third brother, not bad! Your strength is enough to make me afraid."

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched twice.

In fact, he didn't use his full strength at all, only about [-]%.

But he knew that the other party was also hiding his clumsiness.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was not the enemy who was evenly matched with him, but the brother in the dormitory.

interesting!

It's fun.

"You're not bad either! You can make me a little more serious."

"Okay, let's stop talking, let's make a quick decision!"

(End of this chapter)