A Dish Best Served Cold(A Despised Son in Law)

However, for Wei Qing's anger, Ye Fan not only did not have any convergence, but also calmly and comfortably picked up the tea cup, sipped lightly, and said faintly: "nothing to laugh at."

"Even if I suddenly remember, there was a man who acted like you in front of me."

"It's all the same."

"But it's a pity that the man's grave grass must be three feet high."

"Oh, yes."

"I remember that man, who seems to call himself the champion of Thai boxing."

"The name seems to be Horton, too."

What?

"I grass, I go to NIMA!"

"It's a piece of writing, isn't it?"

Ye Fan's words, only if a huge stone into the sea, but in the hearts of people, set off a huge wave.

Lin Qinghe and other old faces, when even green.

The guard, Xiao Liu, didn't hold back, and even scolded him directly.

I thought that this son of a bitch is not an idiot who only knows how to pretend to be brave?

It's enough to insult Wei Qing. Now he says that his teacher is dead and the grass is three feet high?

This is playing with fire!

Is he really not afraid of being killed by Wei Qing?

"Shaft, you want to die!"

Sure enough, at the moment Ye Fan finished saying this, Wei Qing's eyes turned red.

Blood red!

Horton, the boxing champion, is the most respected person in Wei Qing's life.

In his mind, it was almost a belief.

His biggest goal is to be a man like Horton.

But now, his most respected existence, even ye fan so insulted.

"How can I spare you?"

Under the rage, Wei Qinghu's body was shocked, and the tables and chairs in front of him were shaken directly.

Hua ~

the long table broke, and the wine mixed with the plate broke the floor.

Later, Wei Qingqing's tendons burst out and his fists stepped forward for several steps. Surging power from the waist can not stop sweeping, the whole person is like a strong bow full of strength.

All kinds of strength are concentrated on the fist and palm.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind in the room, blowing up Wei's green gray robes and hunting.

"Younger generation, don't you say that I'm a great Thai boxing, and I don't deserve to lift your shoes?"

"Well, today, I will let you have a taste of my Thai boxing."

Hoo ~

the wind roared and exploded.

Wei Qing, with a powerful fist, swept the four sides and smashed it in the direction of Ye Fan.

Have Wuyang and others ever seen such prestige?

After seeing Wei Qing's tremendous fist power, the whole person was scared to be pale and stepped back several steps for fear of getting close and being affected by the pond fish.

"It's over

"That bastard is dead."

"Well deserved?"

"It's not the way to die!"

"Isn't it good to live?" Liu, the guard, shook his head and said in secret.

However, in the face of Wei Qing's threatening power, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear.

He still sat there, with his cup in his hand, enjoying the tea in peace and contentment.

That calm and indifferent appearance, if Pinghu water stop, but did not set off any waves.

The draught in the house swept slowly, blowing up the front hair tip of every leaf.

Under the hair tip, is Ye Fan's indifferent smile.

When the fist strength arrives at the moment, Ye Fan just shakes his head and laughs.

"Well, since you are determined to die, I, Ye Fan, will do as you wish."

"It's just right. Let's show you what it means to be the first of 100 fists!"

Smile falling, Ye Fan eyebrows, suddenly cold.

Later, all the people saw that the young man here looked awe inspiring.

Such as jade palm, quietly stretched out.

Then, curled up and clenched into a fist and smashed down.

Bang ~

a loud noise, unexpectedly if, the rock breaks the sky!!