My girlfriend scolded me for being worthless and backhandedly marrying Bai Fumei.

"Go ahead and chop it off. I've never seen what it's like to be beheaded. Why don't you let me see it today?"

"I heard that in ancient times, when executioners beheaded prisoners, they felt no pain and thought they were alive. They even went home to sleep. I don't know if it's true."

Chen Fan had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Mr. Qiao's death at all.

This made Mr. Qiao tremble with fear, and he hurriedly shouted: "Fuck, Mr. Chen, now is not the time to tell ghost stories or Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. This Xiang guy is crazy, he really dares to kill someone!"

Xiang Antai was also confused by Chen Fan's words. He was stunned for a second, then he reacted and cursed:

"Mr. Chen, stop putting on airs in front of me. If you don't kneel down after I count to three, I will raise my sword and chop down Qiao Lao Er's head, and it will turn into a rolling gourd!"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "You are quite cultured, you are pretentious, you know a lot of idioms! Have you read a lot of idiom stories recently?"

Naked ridicule!

A naked provocation!

"I'm so sorry!!"

Xiang Antai was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. He roared, "Chen, stop talking nonsense. I'm going to start counting. Three!"

Chen Fan still had a calm expression, his hands in his pockets, standing there indifferently.

"two!"

When Xiang Antai counted to two, Chen Fan still didn't move. Mr. Qiao was so scared that he almost lost his soul. He shouted in his heart, "Mr. Chen, stop playing. It's so scary!"

"one!"

When Xiang Antai finished the countdown, Chen Fan was still kneeling there and did not kneel down as he was told. His eyes were suddenly filled with murderous intent. He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the machete, and chopped towards Mr. Qiao's neck.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Fan spoke slowly.

The knife in Xiang Antai's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Chen Fan with a look of joy: "Why, do you want to kneel down now? Well, I'll give you this chance! Kneel down now!"

"No no no."

Chen Fan raised his index finger to make a no gesture: "What I want to say is that when the executioners in ancient times beheaded people, they would spray a mouthful of wine on the knife. You didn't spray the wine, the procedure is wrong.

Did you forget to bring any wine? It doesn't matter. The Qiao family should have plenty of wine. Let's pause for a moment. Go find some wine and spray it on the knife, and then we'll continue."

"Fuck! Are you fucking crazy???"

Xiang Antai was stunned, Mr. Qiao was stunned, and even the ten heavenly-level warriors behind him were stunned.

Damn, is this something a human would say?

You even sprayed wine on the knife. Why didn't you just put it over the fire to disinfect it?

Everyone was too tired to complain and looked at Chen Fan as if he was a lunatic.

"You little bastard, do you think I'm kidding you? Even if you kneel down right now, I'm going to chop off Qiao Laoer's head!"

Xiang Antai was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He was filled with rage and murderous intent. He raised his knife and chopped it down fiercely.

In an instant, before the knife hit Mr. Qiao's head, Mr. Qiao felt a chill of death approaching.

Just when he was about to pee his pants, Chen Fan snapped his fingers and a stream of energy instantly pierced An Tai's wrist.

"what!"

With a scream louder than that of a pig being slaughtered, the knife in Xiang Antai's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

His wrist had been pierced, bleeding and in unbearable pain.

"Mr. Chen, you, you, you..."

Xiang Antai covered his wrist and retreated repeatedly. He never expected that Chen Fan would suddenly attack and injure his wrist.

Mr. Qiao was overjoyed: "Mr. Chen, you finally took action!"

Chen Fan sighed: "Alas, what a pity, I won't be able to see the beheading."

Mr. Qiao: ...

"Mr. Chen, stop being so mysterious. Since you dare to come here today, your death has come!"

Xiang Antai endured the severe pain and roared: "I know you are very strong, but have you seen these seniors?

They are all Heaven-level warriors. No matter how strong you are, you can never be a match for ten Heaven-level warriors!"

Having said this, Xiang Antai bowed deeply to the ten Tianji warriors sitting there:

"Please help destroy this brat, but be careful not to kill him. I will make him pay for what he did. I will make him feel a life worse than death!"

"Since we have taken advantage of you, we will naturally stand up for you!"

Immediately, three people stood up, with their hands behind their backs, looking arrogant, as if they were masters.

"Boy, we have no grudge against you, and we shouldn't have attacked you. However, as the saying goes, if you take money from someone, you should help them get rid of their misfortune. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being blind and offending someone you shouldn't have offended!"

"The energy you just released should be at the level of a Tianji warrior, but at your age, you can never be our opponent. I advise you to surrender!"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's getting late. Let's three Thunders take action and cripple him. Complete the mission and then go back to sleep!"

The next second, the aura of the three people rose steadily, and the powerful momentum made Mr. Qiao next to them breathless.

The three heavenly-level warriors attacked at the same time, which was simply earth-shattering and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

However, the next second, all the momentum disappeared instantly, just because Chen Fan slapped them, and powerful spiritual power surged out, blowing the three heavenly-level warriors away with a devastating force.

The three men only had time to let out a scream before vomiting three liters of blood. They died instantly and went to the underworld!

Mr. Qiao was not surprised at all. After all, Mr. Chen could fly, and it was absolutely reasonable for him to kill these three people in seconds!

However, the others were not calm. They were three heavenly-level warriors. No matter which city they were placed in, they would be overlords.

However, in front of Chen Fan, he was like an ant and was easily slapped to death!

So, how strong is Chen Fan?

Especially Xiang Antai, he had never expected that the three Heaven-level warriors' joint attack would not only fail to hurt Chen Fan in the slightest, but he was killed instantly by him. How the hell is this possible? ?

"Mr. Chen, what exactly are your strengths?"

Xiang Antai's heart was pounding, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chen Fan's move just now was simply earth-shattering and terrifying. Can the remaining seven people really defeat him? ?

He was full of confidence before, but after Chen Fan's move, his confidence was instantly reduced by half.

Chen Fan did not answer him, but looked at the seven Heaven-level warriors behind him and said lightly:

"Don't waste time, all seven of you come at me together!"

Although his voice was calm, it was filled with unparalleled arrogance!