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Long Yuan, Fan Zhanyang and the rest had already stood up, looking at the sturdy man who surrounded them with alert, not saying a word.
"What is it? Are you all mute? Or are you too scared to admit it? "
The moustache man laughed coldly, then directly walked to the side of the table and sat down. Only then did his gaze sweep across everyone one by one, and finally fixed onto Ye Fan.
"Brat, you must be Ye Fan, I have seen all the other people, but you have not!"
The moustache man looked at Ye Fan and said with a sneer.
But Ye Fan continued to drink his wine and was too lazy to care about the moustache man.
"Ye Fan, stop pretending. Do you think we will let you off just because you pretend you aren't us? Don't daydream, we have already been ordered to wait outside Blue Cloud Sect for a month, we will know as soon as you return! Today, you won't be able to escape! "
Seeing that Ye Fan did not have any reaction, the moustache man could not hold it in anymore and he slammed the table as he shouted.
"What a good wine ?" Only then did Ye Fan take the empty wine jug that was already finished away from his mouth and smacked his lips. It seemed like he was still savoring the taste of the wine, and did not bother with the moustache man's words at all.
The moustache man's face couldn't help but turn red and then white, he didn't expect that Ye Fan would look down on him so much, he was already at the point where he couldn't endure it any longer.
"Ye Fan, do you want to die now!?"
The moustache man slammed down hard on the table, causing the table to shatter into pieces. The shattered pieces of wood and wood scattered in all directions!
"Aiya, my dishes!"
Ye Fan couldn't help but reveal a shocked expression. Then, his palm slipped, and a layer of ice suddenly appeared on the shattered pieces of wood.
"Fortunately, the food and wine are still here."
Ye Fan looked at the dishes on the table with concern, and said with a lucky tone.
"You bastard, can't you hear me!"
The moustache man was extremely angry, he raised his hand and pointed at Ye Fan as he roared.
"Why is there a mad dog barking so noisily? How annoying."
Ye Fan shook his head, looking at the moustache man and said.
"Bastard!" Take him down! "
The moustache man pointed at Ye Fan and ordered the sturdy men around him.
The surrounding sturdy men all immediately rushed towards Ye Fan, wanting to grab him.
However, Long Yuan and the rest had already taken action, blocking the attack from both sides of Ye Fan and the sturdy man.
However, the weakest of these robust men were all at the sixth level of Soul Fighting Realm. With so many of them fighting together, Long Yuan and the rest found it difficult to deal with them.
"Let the world be quiet."
Ye Fan laughed lightly, ice started to spread out from under his feet, and in that moment, all of the sturdy men were frozen into ice sculptures, each of them maintaining their own attacking posture, like exquisite works of art.
The moustache man was stunned, because from the information he had gathered, Ye Fan was at most at the ninth level of the Spirit Fighting Realm. How could he instantly kill so many strong men?
This method, was something that could only be achieved by experts of at least the Martial Soul stage!
"You've been very annoyed ever since. Whose dog ran out here!"
Ye Fan pointed to the moustache man and said in a deep voice.
"Brat, I did not expect you to have some strength, but with your strength, you are not even strong enough to fight against our Shangguan family! "I advise you to be more tactful and obediently follow me back, lest you bring about a fatal disaster!"
The moustache man thought of his backer, suddenly becoming fully confident, and coldly said to Ye Fan.