Ye Fan slowly sat down and quietly looked at the old white man in front of him for a while.
If it wasn't for the spiritual imprint guiding Ye Fan to this place, Ye Fan wouldn't have believed it even now …
The seemingly ordinary white old man in front of him was someone who caused the entire upper echelons of China to panic, causing danger everywhere, causing the people of the Hidden Dragon Sect to ambush and protect the experts and scholars, causing Ye Fan to feel helpless like never before.
"Postman..."
Ye Fan muttered to himself. Unexpectedly, he wasn't particularly angry, nor was he particularly angry.
He didn't know why, but after these two to three days of chasing, he had almost circled the earth once, and after experiencing a life and death situation, he finally found this guy with great difficulty … Ye Fan wasn't that excited.
Of course, Ye Fan was still very sad and angry, because this guy had killed the most important elder in his heart, Dean Li …
However, the current sorrow and anger was already different from when he first found out that Dean Li had died.
Ye Fan didn't know if it was because he had heard some words from the Tyrant of the Atmosphere and comprehended some new things, or if it was for some other reason.
In short, he had originally thought that he would kill him to pieces the moment he met him, but the truth was the exact opposite. The scene was unexpectedly calm.
"Why did you stop?" Ye Fan asked.
He could clearly sense that the postman had stopped moving around. He was waiting for them to find him.
The postman raised his head to look at the sky and smiled, "The weather is very good, the wind is very comfortable, such a day … It's a gift from nature … If I don't sit down and enjoy it, it would be disrespectful to this world."
"Isn't it because you sensed that you had nowhere to run?" Ye Fan asked.
The postman lowered his head and smiled. He stretched out his hand to gesture at the chess basket and said, "Lucifer, do you want to play?"
Ye Fan directly said, "I don't play chess with my enemies, and you are not my match."
The postman was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "As expected of the Sovereign King of Hell, he is truly young and vigorous, confident …"
"It's a pity that you Chinese invented this kind of chess, it's very interesting …"
"Where is your team?" Ye Fan knew that this guy couldn't possibly act alone.
He had to make bombs, study routes, make plans, and brainwash them.
One person couldn't do all this. Behind him, there must be a team of highly intelligent people working for him.
The postman shrugged his shoulders. "They are all people who trust me. I have no reason to tell you where they are …" Even if I'm not in this world, they will still spread my thoughts. "
Ye Fan's eyes darkened, and said, "Do you think that if you make yourself sound like a thinker and pretend to be an otherworldly expert, I will let you live?"
"Don't play that trick with me. If you don't want to die of a painful death, then give your entire team out?"
The postman said regretfully, "Lucifer, why are you deceiving yourself like this? In fact, a cultivator like you, a person who constantly excavates his or her own potential, should understand that the development of human industrial civilization and technology is a foolish thing to do … "
"You can shut up now." Ye Fan directly interrupted the postman's words and said, "A criminal who relies on his innate superpower and bombs to cause destruction is not worthy of talking to me about cultivation.
Every expert and every scholar that you have killed, they have spent far more effort and effort than you can imagine on the road of wisdom and the road of civilization!
You, on the other hand, are just a pitiful worm who longs to be known and recognized by the world …
Yes, the trees will not laugh at you, the wind will not despise you, and the rain will not hurt your self-esteem.
You worship nature, not because of your lofty ideals, but because of your cowardice!
When other postmen lost their jobs because of the emergence of email, they chose to study and work hard to find another job, but you … became a murderer! "
Ye Fan stood up and stared at the postman with a burning gaze, saying, "So, coward, I'll ask you one last time, where is your gang …"
The postman's hands trembled as he clenched them tightly. His eyes stared at Ye Fan, and fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
After a while, the postman said with a pale face, "Why … How did you do it …"
Ye Fan sneered and looked at Feng Xiaohui beside him.
Feng Xiaohui proudly said, "How is it? Is your spiritual force unable to get close to my brother-in-law? "Give up. With me here, your 'brainwashing' is just a decoration."
Only then did the postman understand. His face trembled twice as he gnashed his teeth and said, "So …" It was you who was playing tricks. "
Feng Xiaohui smiled and said to Ye Fan, "Brother-in-law, this guy has been increasing his mental fluctuations since just now, but I've blocked them all!" leaf
Fan Xian patted his brother-in-law's shoulder in satisfaction. Bringing Feng Xiaohui here was indeed a lot easier.
"Lucifer, if you kill me today, I guarantee that you will regret it. I have already arranged everything. Once I die, a large group of experts from China will accompany me in death." The postman said with a gloomy face.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Do you think …" I really care that much. How many scholars and experts do you want to kill? "
The postman frowned, not understanding what Ye Fan meant.
"I'm not as noble as you think, and I don't have the heart to care about everyone in the world!
There are only two reasons why I tried so hard to kill you … You killed Dean Li, and you still want to kill my woman, Chu Yun Yao!
As for which expert you will drag down with you after I kill you … I don't care at all! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan grabbed the postman!
Even at such a close distance, as long as Feng Xiaohui was by his side, the postman's superpower would be useless!
The postman's face turned green, and his eyes were no longer calm as he looked at Ye Fan with fear.
"Haha …" Ye Fan grinned and said, "I thought you were so amazing. In the face of death, you would still be afraid …"
"You … What do you want to do!?" The postman asked with a trembling voice. He regretted it. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have tried to control Ye Fan!
Ye Fan's face was cold. He stretched out his hand and quickly pointed at the most painful acupuncture points on the postman's body!
"Ah!" The postman was in so much pain that his veins popped out, and he screamed miserably.
Ye Fan did not stop, and directly waved out two sword intents, cutting off the postman's hands and feet!
After that, a punch shattered the postman's teeth!
The postman was already in so much pain that he wished he was dead. His mouth was full of blood, and he was about to faint from the pain, but he was still very clear-headed.
"Don't you like to use bombs …" I'll give you one. "
Ye Fan took out a hand grenade and stuffed it into the postman's bloodless, toothless mouth, and stuffed it into his throat!
The postman's eyes widened. He wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't. His throat was split open!
The fear of death and despair caused him to collapse to the point of peeing his pants!
Ye Fan coldly tore off the fuse and said, "This is for President Li, I'll return it to you!"
In the next second, Ye Fan had already grabbed Feng Xiaohui and leaped more than ten meters away.
"Boom!"
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