Peerless War God in City

Haotian knows that this is caused by the fact that he often uses sea salt to grind the washbasin. In this way, he practices foreign martial arts, which can improve his face's fighting ability several times.

Except for the strange face, his whole body is very ordinary.

However, his eyes are very eye-catching.

What kind of eyes are these!

Like a tiger like a wolf!

Also like a pair of eagle eyes, calm in the middle, with a trace of anger, people like falling ice cave, shudder!

"You still come... Chen fan!"

Yao Zhenghao looked at the visitor with a decadent sigh. His tone was a little low, and he slowly called out the face of the visitor.

Come to smell speech, disdain a smile.

He stepped forward and stood still.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yao Zhenghao indifferently. His eyes were very calm. Then he opened his mouth coldly with a trace of hoarseness and a little chill:

"yes, eighteen years ago, I'm back!"

"Yao Zhenghao!"

"Oh, no, no, no, you should be called old Yao!"

Chen Fan looked at Yao Zhenghao, his eyes became incomparably cool, and his face was cold with evil charm.

"You didn't expect that, after 18 years, I chen fan came back again!"

"Yes

"I didn't think of it."

Hearing this, Yao Zhenghao's face sank. After taking a deep breath, he slightly shook his head and sighed: "time flies. You blink, you and I are old!"

"In the blink of an eye?"

"Yao Zhenghao, this is eighteen years. For you, it's a blink of an eye."

"But..."

"do you know how I got here?"

The smile on Chen Fan's face began to disappear. His face became extremely ugly. Then, his right hand shook slightly and his whole body shook.

Chen Fan's right hand five fingers slightly curved, eyes in the wanton all strong cold light, as if, in the winter of the stars in the same, let people feel like a cold awn in the back.

Said.

Chen Fan stepped forward.

Then his right hand, like a silver hook, gently grasps his clothes, and then with a sad force and a slight pull, he suddenly bursts into pieces, and his coat breaks in an instant. Then, the scars on his body, which are just like centipedes, appear.

There are a lot of scars on Chen fan.

Dense like countless long insects, like cracks on the wall, it seems that there are at least dozens of them.

Some of them were left by him when he practiced.

Some of them were left by him against the enemy.

Through these scars, we can imagine that Chen Fan's life has not been good in the past 18 years!

Look around.

Looking at the startled eyes of people, chen fan gently raised his fingers and stroked the scars on his body. His voice was shaking and hoarse.

"Do you know?"

"Over the past 18 years, the scars on my body have been increasing. Every night, before I go to sleep, I will touch them like a child and look at them. My heart will be stronger."

"However, in the next day, I will work harder to practice, to make myself strong, because in this way, I can go back to the summer, with the shame you once gave me, kill back!"

"So!"

"In the past 18 years, although every day of my life has been very hard, tired and desperate, just like in purgatory, I, chen fan, have survived!"

"I survived, and became more powerful!"

"No!"

"It should be said that it is stronger than ever before!"