There was an extremely frightened expression on their faces, and their eyes had no sparkle at all, as if they were dead.

Despair, unprecedented despair.

They are now only more than 300 meters away from Zhang Fan. Can they run?

Can you run away?

The Chehou group of people watching this scene, the corners of everyone's mouths were twitching!

MMP!

Why were they worried that Zhang Fan would be hacked to death by the Ninja Killing Troops?

Also, are the Ninja Killing Troops such noobs?

One move takes ten seconds?

Are you kidding me?

"Zhang Fan, I'm going to fight you." Nakamura Huaxiong gritted his teeth, made a fist with his right hand, and ejected from the ground.

His left shoulder pad had been broken by Zhang Fan's coins and was swinging back and forth feebly.

His eyes were full of anger.

Every word of Zhang Fan's words was like a loud slap on his face.

They are a ninja-killing force.

But Zhang Fan said, only use 30% of your strength?

This is such an insult.

"Oh, you're still alive?" Zhang Fan looked at Nakamura Hanao who suddenly jumped up. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately became ecstatic.

At the same time, Zhang Fan took out a bottle of healing pill and threw it to Nakamura Huaxiong.

"This is the healing elixir I made. Knock a little quickly. I'll wait for you to recover, and then we have a fight." Zhang Fan said.

"I……"

Nakamura Huaxiong looked at the bottle of healing pill, and the blood all over his body froze.

Was this healing pill refined by Zhang Fan?

How is this possible?

How could he still be a pharmacist when he is so powerful?

No no no, absolutely impossible!
Chapter completed!