Chapter 257 Hu Feipan: The Qin brothers ten thousand years ago are not dead?

What Yang Erlang cultivated was Qin Yuan's Avenue of Power.

Fighting on the Avenue of Power has one characteristic: it's fast.

It only took one move.

Hu Feipan, who was much older than Yang Erlang, collapsed.

Hu Feipan couldn't believe it.

How could he lose so easily?

The juniors are so strong now.

Just stay in seclusion for a while.

Why has the world changed?

"When you get down there, remember, the person who killed you is named Yang Erlang."

Yang Erlang was about to continue.

"Don't kill me. I am a senior and a junior. I was forced to do so. I sympathize with you and your mother."

Hu Feipan got up and knelt directly on the ground, his face full of pleading.

There is nothing noble about him at all.

Yang Erlang raised his hand and put it down again.

Since the opponent has admitted defeat, there is no need to kill them all.

"Why did you stop?"

Qin Yuan, who was watching the excitement, was very dissatisfied.

The opponent's combat effectiveness has not yet collapsed.

It stopped.

In Qin Yuan's eyes, there is no difference between being mentally retarded.

"My enemy is Martial Ancestor, not Hu Feipan"

Yang Erlang responded via message.

Qin Yuan curled his lips.

No more words were said.

Good words can't persuade a damned ghost.

At this moment, Yang Erlang's body shook.

The vision was black and white.

Before he could react, Hu Feipan's attack arrived.

Instantly controlled Yang Erlang's soul.

Yang Erlang was furious.

Try to fight back.

A feeling of weakness came over me.

The anger in his heart turned into powerlessness.

Yang Erlang hates him so much.

I hate myself for being so stupid for trusting others so easily and letting down my guard.

Hu Feipan laughed twice, grabbed Yang Erlang's neck with one hand like a chicken, and shouted in the direction of the cave: "Let me go, or I'll kill him."

Yang Erlang was almost furious.

I let the other side go.

The other party actually treated me like this.

"Master, you don't have to worry about me"

If the master did it for himself, what kind of harm would he suffer?

Yang Erlang himself would never forgive himself.

"Whatever, such a fool, living is a waste of spiritual stones."

Qin Yuan said with disgust.

Yang Erlang smiled bitterly, thinking too much.

Master didn't take himself seriously at all.

"I'll count to three. If he doesn't agree, I'll kill him."

Hu Frisbee threatens.

Qin Yuan said nothing.

"three"

"two"

"one"

After Hu Feipan finished speaking, he knelt directly on the ground.

Lived for so many years.

He can still tell whether a person really doesn't care about another person or whether he pretends not to care.

The man in the cave obviously didn't care about this apprentice.

After a while, Qin Yuan, wearing coarse linen clothes, slowly walked out of the cave.

While walking, I ate melon seeds.

Hu Feipan is as flexible as ever.

No wonder he is alive to this day.

After eating the last melon seed, I lowered my head and looked at Hu Feipan for a few times.

This old friend.

Compared to 10,000 years ago, it is much older.

My temples and eyebrows are all white.

A few teeth were lost.

The skin is as ugly as old tree bark.

The body exudes the smell of decay.

It's like a piece of rotten meat that has been lying around for a long time.

Time is fair to everyone except Qin Yuan.

What kind of cultivation level is this person? Hu Feipan, who was confused, quietly tested Qin Yuan's cultivation level.

Tested a loneliness.

This person's cultivation level is obviously much higher than his own.

"rat"

Yang Erlang punched and kicked Hu Feipan.

"What to do"

Qin Yuan glared: "Just fight for a few months."

Yang Erlang was stunned.

Did Master say something wrong, or did I hear it wrong?

"Senior, if you beat me for a few months, I will die."

Hu Feipan pleaded.

“That makes sense”

Qin Yuan nodded: "Then I'll fight for a month."

The corners of Hu Feipan's mouth twitched and he continued to plead: "Senior, I know I was wrong, please let me live."

He reached out and touched his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

A pitiful look.

Yang Erlang who was watching on the side felt a little soft-hearted.
To be continued...