Whoever is afraid of death will die first. When we meet on a narrow road, only the brave will win.

"kill!"

Ye Fan pushed forward without fear of death and killed all the surrounding enemies.

The bullet casings and blood stains were crunched under his feet, making Ye Fan even more incomparable.

Two Dragon Temple gunmen went around Ye Fan's back, trying to kill the pervert with a cold shot.

They moved the short guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns moved towards Ye Fan little by little.

When they were about to lock in, they suddenly felt a chill.

"Um?"

There was a chill that could make the hair stand on end, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at the source of danger.

He saw Ye Fan smiling kindly at him, his white teeth shining with bloodthirsty light.

Immediately, a hand squeezed their throats with a click.

"flutter!"

The two men spurted blood to death.

Ye Fan went on a killing spree, killing the remaining enemies to pieces, and then rushed to the top of the mountain to reach a fairly open flat land.

In the middle of the flat ground, there is a pavilion two meters in diameter.

There are Go chess, snacks, boiled tea, and a few stones in the pavilion.

On the stone in the middle, there is an old man in white sitting, with a shaved head and a white coin in his hand.

Ye Fan's pupils shrank: "Devil Monk Luang Po Pan?"

The old man in white looked up at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why are you struggling?

Heaven’s decree cannot be violated.”
Chapter completed!