Best little divine farmer

There is no time to pay attention to such a clown.

"What a shame! It will not be so easy to let go of those who beat me back!"

The middle-aged man called himself xiaodaomen. He had never heard of it.

Tang Yifan's eyes slightly glanced at the middle-aged man. At one glance, he saw that the strength of the middle-aged man was in the initial stage of the five level elixir.

With his strength, he can't even bear a blow in front of Tang Yifan.

However, his strength at the beginning of this golden elixir was among the best among these people who claimed to be big brother.

"Oh? What kind of solution do you want? "

Tang Yifan slowly stood up and asked the middle-aged man.

"I'm talking to your boss. What are you talking about? What are you

The middle-aged man is very arrogant. He thinks that the ghost rat is the boss of the group. He shows a very unsophisticated appearance and despises Tang Yifan.

"What am I?" Tang Yifan originally thought that he just wanted to send these people away, but now he can't help his temper.

Who can bear it? How dare you say what you are?

"I'll tell you what I am!"

The corner of Tang Yifan's mouth slightly let out a evil smile.

This smile, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, was so ignorant. A fourth-order monk was challenging himself. He was looking for death.

The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing, "Ga ga ga! Brothers, did you hear that the fourth level guy is going to teach me... "

"Hahaha, boy, if you are wise, you should step aside. Our boss's strength is terrible!"

"The boy doesn't want to live, and he doesn't want to see who is the real boss on the green hill!"

All of a sudden, that group of young people, on the Tang Yifan showed a sense of ridicule.

"Oh? Is it? Let me see how terrible your boss's strength is! "

Tang Yifan couldn't help laughing again, and then slowly moved further from the original place towards the middle-aged man.

"Boy, don't toast, don't drink. I don't care about you because of your boss's face. Don't be shameless!"

The middle-aged man frowned and said angrily.

"Brother, let me do it. This boy is just a fourth-order monk. Just give it to me! This won't make the boss lose face! "

The young man who just came forward to shout, stepped out, patted his chest and abdomen and looked contemptuously at Tang Yifan.

"Well, Zhang Wansan, don't give me shame!" The middle-aged man patted the wimp on the shoulder, then slowly stepped back two steps.

A group of people are ready to see a good play. They want to have a good look at how Tang Yifan was abused by Zhang Wansan.

Among them, Zhang Shousan likes to lick dogs, but his strength is pretty good. He has the strength of the fourth stage.

If he did, it would not be a problem to deal with such a arrogant Tang Yifan.

"Hum, boy, I'll give you another chance. Now kneel down and call Grandpa. Maybe I'm still in the mood to let you go!"

"Pa!"

After the shriveled man yelled at Tang Yifan, he heard a loud voice before his voice fell.

"Who, who hit me in the face?"

Zhang Shousan covered his flushed face, which was beaten inexplicably, and gave a roar.

Among the people present, except for the middle-aged man of the fifth rank, the others were all muddled and didn't understand why the little man suddenly yelled.

"Pa!"

Again.

This voice is clearer than before.

"Who? Who's the one who's meowing in the face? Stand up for me Zhang Shousan was angry. He covered his red face with his left and right sides, and yelled at the people behind him.

"Who hit you? Are you sick? What are you doing?"

"It's a shame for us. Don't be nervous!"

All of a sudden, a group of young people are very not bird, this piece of wimp's reply a way.

This makes Zhang Shousan's face very blue.

We should sprinkle all our emotions on Tang Yifan.

"What a waste!"

The middle-aged man on one side was very black. Among them, he was the only one who could see the five level golden elixir. Tang Yifan was the only one who could see the action he just made.

But he didn't say that death demands face and live to suffer. No, it's his own death that demands face and his younger brother's live to suffer.

At present, behind Tang Yifan, there is a powerful man sitting on the ground. His strength is not lower than himself. If he really fights, he may not be able to fight the other side. This is the middle-aged man's inner monologue.

So he didn't stop Tang Yifan's action. My younger brother is going to fight with me. I have more younger brothers. A Zhang is not good. There are more younger brothers.

You can't believe any of them.

At this time, in the moment that the shriveled man turned around, there was a loud slap voice, "pa!"

This time, everyone can see clearly.

It's Tang Yifan.

Tang Yifan's slap was deliberately slowed down.

I can't see it any more. These people are so rubbish that they can't even see the slap they hit.

"You, it's your boy. You're looking for death!"

The fourth level young man, Zhang Shousan, was furious.

"Fuck him!" Behind him, a group of young people yelled at him.

"Why, I'm just looking for death. You can kill me!"

Tang Yifan feel is funny, can't help but said a word.

Immediately, this wretch was about to be blown up. He was also a fourth-order cultivator, and he was slapped three times by his opponent for no reason.

This gas, if not, what face do you still have to mix in the three teachings and nine streams.

"I want you to die!"

Zhang Shousan angrily gnaws his teeth and gives Tang Yifan a cruel sound.

Immediately, a white genuine Qi was released from the inside of this shriveled man.

Qi condenses into a long sword. The sword is full of two arms. It looks quite powerful when it is held by the young man.

A sharp sword spirit burst out from the young man's hands.

The spirit of the sword is directly above Tang Yifan's appearance. He wants to pierce Tang Yifan's appearance with a sword.

"Dry death, dry him..." behind this picture, a lot of people are coaxing.

When Tang Yifan saw that Qi turned into a sword.