"boom!"

Seven pairs of withered palms collided hard with the spears, and the sound was harsh. The seventh ancestor of the Miao clan shook his body and fell to the ground from mid-air.

Qi and blood boil.

But Ye Fan was thrown away with his gun, his mouth was in severe pain, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

"It's too much to bully someone."

Ye Fan screamed in his heart, this hellish place, even if there is one big devil, there are eight, how can we fight?

Seeing that Ye Fan was seriously injured, Miao Jinge was extremely happy and shouted viciously: "Eight Ancestor, kill this thief."

The seventh ancestor of the Miao family attacked Ye Fan again, with extremely fast speed and heavy murderous intent.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and waved his spear to fight fiercely with them.

After a few rounds, Ye Fan was slapped away by them again.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Just as Ye Fan fell to the ground, the seventh ancestor of the Miao family came close to him like a phantom, and punched Ye Fan again.

Ye Fan withstood several punches and kicks before forcing the seven people back.

However, the seven ancestors of the Miao family were also decorated, and one of them even had flowers on his face, which shocked Miao Jinge.

He never dreamed that Ye Fan would be able to fight against the Eight Ancestor even if he was so strong on this floor.

This also made him more determined to kill Ye Fan tonight, otherwise there would be no peaceful life in the future.

"Bang bang bang——"

After another three rounds of confrontation, Ye Fan injured another person, but he was also kicked away.

Just as Ye Fan stabilized his body and was about to take a breath, the Qingpao Patriarch, who had been planning for a long time, rushed up from behind and punched Ye Fan in the back silently.

"Um--"

Ye Fan groaned and fell straight up, like a cannonball falling into the forest.

Just as he was about to take the opportunity to hide in the woods, he saw a palm hit him on the back of the head.

Ye Fan fell into a coma instantly.

At this moment, Ye Wujiu walked out of the woods and calmly looked at the approaching eighth ancestor of the Miao family:

"Isn't it bad that so many people bully my son?"

Miao Jinge was stunned for a moment, then smiled ferociously: "Daddy Ye Fan, are you here to seek death?"

"Die together——"

The ancestor of Qingpao had the deepest hatred for Ye Fan, so he moved his steps and shot him.

He grabbed Ye Wujiu's neck and wanted to squeeze him to death.

Ye Wujiu smiled faintly, raised a finger, and tapped the Qingpao Patriarch lightly.

"puff!"

This antelope hung its horns, transcending space. Almost as soon as it raised its hand, it crossed a distance of more than ten meters and touched the Qingpao ancestor's forehead.

The Qingpao Ancestor was stunned for a moment, and then his whole head, along with the murderous intent all over his body, exploded.

Life is extinguished.

Condensate the void with one step, kill the green robe with one finger!

It's an understatement, without a hint of fireworks, just like picking something out of a bag.
Chapter completed!