Ye Fan held the wine glass and said calmly: "Admit defeat, otherwise the Jian Tomb faction will really be wiped out."

The old man with the wooden sword roared angrily, with a face full of unwillingness, and brandished the wooden sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.

"die!"

The others combined their swords and tried their best to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

But before he had rushed a few meters, he looked miserable, then his legs gave out and he fell to his knees with a plop.

He could only turn the wooden sword and poke it on the ground to support his upper body.

The hands holding the wooden sword also trembled slightly.

The old man with a wooden sword spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Shu Zi, Shu Zi!"

With a trace of disdain on his face, Ye Fan slowly walked to the old man Mu Jian and said: "Don't accept it?

Even if you don’t accept it, you have to hold it in for me.”

"As an adult, you have been fighting and killing people for so many years, but you still can't see through the world?"

"How can there be so much fairness in this world and so much heartfelt submission?"

"Besides, I care more about the life and death of my brothers than your unwillingness and anger."

"Compared to you killing them and then bowing respectfully to show your high respect, I would rather you die with a curse and anger towards me."

"For me, the enemy's false respect that does not hurt me has no meaning at all."

"So I will do whatever I can to defeat a powerful enemy like you."

"It's not easy to see you. I will spare your life and cherish it."

Ye Fan patted the old man Mu Jian on the shoulder, then walked towards Shen Changfeng who was not far away and said calmly: "Young Master Shen, give your father a call."

"Ask him, six Mercedes-Benz G65s, thirty-six heavily armed soldiers, a Sword Tomb Sect leader, plus you."
Chapter completed!