"Once Mr. Yamamoto and the others take action, you will definitely die."

She raised her pretty face to warn Ye Fan, and also reminded Yamamoto Jiro.

Yamamoto Jiro tilted his head slightly, and a dozen Miyamoto disciples drew their swords and surrounded Ye Fan.

Miyamoto smiled when he saw this: "Ye Fan, you are very powerful, but it's a pity that you can't kill me today."

"Wait, I will go back and practice hard for three to five years, and I will definitely come back to seek revenge on you."

"When the time comes, I will kill all the people around you first, so that you can vent your anger on me today, hahaha."

With Lu Qing and others coming forward, Miyamoto believed that even if he gave Ye Fan ten courages, he would not dare to kill him.

Ye Fan smiled noncommittally, looked at Lu Qing and said, "Elder Murong even brought the coffin. Are you telling me that you only need clothes and water, and your feelings are the most important thing?"

A bunch of people want him dead, but let him put the overall situation first. Ye Fan feels ridiculous.

"That's different. There is no comparison between you and Mr. Miyamoto."

Lu Qing ignored him: "I say it again and for the last time, let Mr. Miyamoto go immediately."

"Let him go?

OK, I'll let him go."

Ye Fan looked at Lu Qing and smiled lightly, and the next second, he stepped on it.

There was a click, Miyamoto's throat was broken, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his life was extinguished instantly.
Chapter completed!