Coffin?
Liu Fugui?
Congratulatory gift?
Hearing Ye Fan's voice, the whole place fell silent.
More than a hundred people went upstairs and downstairs to look at the gate.
Everyone looked horrified and unbelievable.
No one expected that at Ouyang Xuanxuan's birthday party, there would be a scene of delivering a coffin to congratulate her.
This is really too sudden and shocking.
Then everyone showed a mocking expression.
Giving gifts to Liu Fugui?
There is no doubt that they are Liu Fugui's relatives and friends.
At the cusp of the storm, there are still people standing up for Liu Fugui, who are simply seeking their own destruction.
Nangong Zixiong and Ouyang Xuanxuan also looked ferocious. They never expected that someone would come to the birthday party to cause trouble.
This is provoking them, this is challenging Ban Nangong and the Ouyang family.
Both of them had murderous intent in their eyebrows.
"Tap tap tap -" Ye Fan's sound of stepping on the water clearly penetrated into the Supreme Hall.
The black coffin, carried by eight martial arts disciples, approached Ouyang Xuanxuan and others little by little.
It is like a black and heavy Mount Tai, which makes all the beauties and young ladies unable to breathe.
Yuan Qingyi, on the other hand, held an umbrella made of bamboo, elegantly blocking Ye Fan's head.
The rain poured down and wet her clothes, but she didn't care at all.
Ouyang Xuanxuan shouted: "Who are you?"
"Liu Fugui's friend is also his good brother, Ye Fan."
"Although Liu Fugui died, he still entrusted me with dreams."
"He said that tonight is Miss Ouyang's birthday. As fate would have it, he asked me to send a coffin to Miss Ouyang to congratulate her."
Ye Fan's voice sounded indifferently: "Please accept this gift from Miss Ouyang."
"Stop them, don't let them in."
Ouyang Xuanxuan gave a sweet drink.
No matter who Ye Fan was or what his purpose was, she would never allow him to come over with a coffin.
Otherwise, the black coffin gift will spread throughout West China tomorrow.
Not only would her authority as Miss Ouyang be lost, but she would also become the laughing stock of the entire circle.
And she felt a little uneasy in her heart, worried that Ye Fan would reveal something, so she had to block Ye Fan at all costs.
Dozens of Ouyang elites surged silently in an instant, preparing to block Ye Fan at the door and prevent him from entering.
At the same time, kill Ye Fan and the others at the door.
"Whoosh——" Dozens of Ouyang elites just drew their weapons and rushed in front of Ye Fan.
Yuan Qingyi, who was holding the umbrella for Ye Fan, shook his left hand and opened another black umbrella.
She flicked her wrist.
Boom! The black umbrella exploded instantly, and its eighteen ribs flew away.
Fast and hard.
The eighteen Ouyang elites who rushed towards Ye Fan were shaken and fell to the ground without even screaming.
The fragile throat was completely penetrated by the umbrella rib, and blood flowed out.
They tightly covered the wound, but they couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.
They shook a few times, and then looked unwilling to die.
"Ah——" The remaining dozen or so Ouyang elites were shocked when they saw this. They exclaimed and took half a step back.
During this gap, Yuan Qingyi raised the bamboo umbrella in his right hand into the air.
The bamboo umbrella circled, dispersed the cold wind, and slowly fell, but it still blocked the rain above Ye Fan's head.
And she took the opportunity to flash her figure and passed between them.
The bare umbrella handle in his hand turned and drew a dozen arcs.
The enemies who were about to fight froze, and all stopped their movements.
Then, they screamed and fell to the ground.
There is also an extra hole in the chest.
All fatal in one move.
Then Yuan Qingyi waved his backhand, and the umbrella handle flew with a whoosh, shooting down an enemy who was about to take out his gun.
Without stopping, Yuan Qingyi moved his steps, stepped back to Ye Fan, and reached forward with his right hand.
She caught the bamboo umbrella that fell from Ye Fan's head.
Stable as Mount Tai.
Not even a drop of rain touched Ye Fan's head.
"ah?"
"How can this be?"
Seeing this scene, all the guests were in an uproar again. They did not expect Yuan Qingyi to be so powerful.
Then they looked intently at the dozens of people on the ground.
No one expected that dozens of Ouyang elites who were fighting fiercely would all fall to the ground in the blink of an eye.
This is too domineering, too aggressive, and too perverted.
They took a breath and stared at Yuan Qingyi.
I am very surprised that Ye Fan has such a master beside him.
This also allowed them to understand Ye Fan's confidence in daring to act wildly.
Nangong Zixiong and Ouyang Xuanxuan also had their eyelids twitching, and their arrogant faces became solemn.
Obviously they all felt Ye Fan's difficulty.
"Tread--" Ye Fan didn't even look at the wounded on the ground, but still approached the Supreme Hall unhurriedly.
The pitch-black coffin was like a sharp sword, thrust toward everyone's throats bit by bit.
"Kill dozens of my bodyguards?"
"You bastard, no wonder you dare to act wild. It turns out you have someone to rely on."
"It's a pity that you don't know what it means that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world!"
Ouyang Xuanxuan reacted and shouted: "Grandma Changsun, destroy them!"
It was too cheap to kill Ye Fan directly. She wanted to leave Ye Fan to dig coal for the rest of his life.
In the dark, life is worse than death.
"What?
Granny Changsun?"
"I would rather recruit the King of Hell than the mother-in-law of my eldest grandson?"
"But the grandson grandma who massacred thirteen bandits and killed one hundred and eighty bandits?"
"Isn't she one of the worshipers of the Ouyang family?
To be continued...