There was no turbulence on Ye Fan's face, as calm as if he was slapped to death a fly.

Immediately afterwards, his sharp eyes glanced at the audience again and said coldly:

"If anyone of you wants to shoot, try it! But before you shoot, it's enough for me to kill you a hundred times!"

His voice was straightforward, as if he was explaining some natural facts.

After seeing the magical skill just now, everyone believed it and looked away, not daring to look at him. The vest was soaked in cold sweat. It seemed as if it had two big hands, squeezing their hearts hard and could not breathe.

"Dong!"

At this time, Ye Fan took a step forward suddenly, and the heavy footsteps sounded like a nine-day thunder, exploding in everyone's ears, causing the eardrum to shake and the qi and blood to churn.

He even had an illusion, like facing an ancient demon god!

At this time, Ye Fan's eyes shot at the cold star, his spine thrust, his aura changed, and in his every move, a momentum that looked down on the world and looked down on the heroes, and he said as if he was thunderous:

"Who else is not convinced?"
Chapter completed!