"It's not okay that one of the three great demon monks in India. He can't even block Ye Hao's slap."
"Just like this, why do you say that the world's martial arts are coming from India? I'm gonna!"
"I used to think that the Indians were so powerful, but now they all look like they are all native chickens and tiles!"
Hearing these comments, Fan Breaking the Bible, who had finally gotten up, his eyes twitched slightly, and his expression was extremely hard to see.
He stared at Ye Hao with resentment and said, "Who are you? Slap me away? How did you do it?"
Fan Breaking the Precepts is very clear that he himself has the power of a God of War.
The only possibility that Ye Hao can slap him away is that Ye Hao is also a generation of war god!
But when did Daxia have such a young war god?
"It's not that I'm too strong, but that you're too weak."
Ye Hao spoke lightly.
"I really think that the world's martial arts have come from India?"
"I really think that the little three-legged cat skill I practiced in India can show off my power?"
"I will teach you an old saying about our Daxia and remember it carefully."
"There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky!"
"In front of our Daxia, you Tianzhu will always be ministers!"
"I hope you will bring this sentence back so that you can understand that it is not good to be a minister with peace of mind?"
A look of doubt on life appeared on Fan Biao's face.
Could it be that as Ye Hao said, Tianzhu’s martial arts is a frog in the well? It’s that weak?
It’s not that Ye Hao is too strong, but that Tianzhu is too weak!?
After the corners of his eyes twitched for a moment, Fan Biaojie forced himself to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Then he stared at Ye Hao and said in a cold voice: "Ye Hao, killing people is just a matter of placing the ground!"
"At this point, I want to know how you bought Varisa?"
"From the beginning to the end, I have been sending people to stare at her, and I have been observing her. Apart from the meeting I arranged in the hotel, you have no chance to get along in private!"
"And I can't understand how you impressed her!"
"You should also understand that once she wins a game, she will be the hero of Tianzhu!"
"She will gain both fame and fortune!"
"But now, she betrayed Tianzhu and surrendered to you?"
"Don't tell me that she fell in love with you, Daxia!"
"In the eyes of our noble Indians, you Daxia people have no qualifications to talk about love at all!"
At this moment, Fan Pojie gritted his teeth, and at the same time he hoped that he would die even if he died.
Ye Hao smiled faintly and said, "Fanlisha was born in your second caste. Even if she really won this game and gained fame and fortune, can she become the first caste?"
"Of course it's impossible!" Fan Bojie said without hesitation, "Unless she married King Tianzhu as her concubine, there might be such a possibility."
"Then can you Tianzhu give her one hundred billion?"
"Impossible!" Fan Biaojie continued to speak, "As a person of the second caste of India, he should pay as much as his benefit!"
"She won, she could get one billion or eight billion, increase the fiefdom of the big family, and also have the opportunity to improve the family's ranking in the second caste."
“In addition to this, the most important thing is fame and fortune…”
Speaking of this, Fan Pojie's face suddenly changed slightly, and he seemed to react: "Can you give her 10 billion? This is impossible! I have been staring at her account, and there is no change at all!"