"Cao Nima..." The little bald black man grabbed a fragment of a flower pot in his hand. Before he could jump over it, Ye Fan had already crossed the big table and rushed towards their group.

"All of them are here, he is alone, let's kill him!"

"superior!"

The remaining seven or eight black people grabbed the fragments of flower pots on the ground and rushed towards Ye Fan.

"Damn it, Ye Fan, let's help you!"

Lei Jun shouted and rushed forward.

"Old Lei, come back!"

Yuan Yin hugged him and said, "Let's just watch the show!"

He knew how impressive Ye Fan was. Not to mention these dozen black guys, even if they came to a tribe, they wouldn't be enough to beat Ye Fan.

Sure enough, the moment Ye Fan landed, he punched the black bald man on the bridge of his nose.

The fist was accompanied by the sound of howling wind. If the punch landed in the right place, he would suffer a concussion even if he did not die.

The little bald black man immediately waved the fragments of the flower pot without thinking and threw them at the oncoming fist.

Ye Fan directly ignored the fragments of the flowerpot, and with a crisp "chila" sound, his fist brought up a large piece of even smaller fragments, and his fist passed through the fragments and hit the nose of the little bald black man.

After the young bald black man came to Xia Kingdom, he learned Sanda for a year. In the circle of black international students, he always claimed to be proficient in Shaolin Black Dragon Boxing and was nicknamed: Nine Heavens Black Dragon.

It means soaring into the sky, unstoppable.

This time, Jiutian Black Dragon really felt like flying.

It was like his face was hit by a moving locomotive and he fell three meters away. Stars appeared in his eyes, his ears rang, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and a large piece of nose flesh was cut open. It was only after he landed that the blood started to flow with the intense pounding of his heart.

Beats spurted from the wound.

Knocking down the little bald black man with the force of thunder, Lei Jun suddenly shouted from behind, "Ye Fan, watch your back!

"But Ye Fan didn't dodge at all, and a piece of flowerpot fragment hit Ye Fan in the back.

The flowerpot is made of thick pottery. When broken, the edges are sharp and can be used to cut pork.

Unexpectedly, instead of stabbing Ye Fan, this piece of debris shattered all over the floor and scratched the black guy's own palm.

"This... this is impossible..." The black boy was stunned.

"He looks very dark and has an idiot's brain!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, stretched out his legs and struck back violently, hitting the chest of the little bald black man in the middle.

The guy bumped into the wall, and the nails of a large picture frame "Have a safe journey" hanging above him came loose. The sharp end of the picture frame hit his head. He immediately covered his head and screamed.

After kicking one person away, Ye Fan turned around and grabbed the braided hair of the black international student who was sneaking up from behind, and gave him a violent knee strike on the nose.

The faces of black students studying abroad are like trampled tomatoes, with mucus and blood flying from their noses, tears the same color as their saliva, and their eyeballs almost bulging half an inch.

Then Ye Fan twisted his hands and pushed hard towards the black bald head, and his huge body hit the remaining three or four black international students.
Chapter completed!