Asking you to tell fortunes will destroy people's mentality.

Zhao Fan got up early

in the morning, after all, he went to bed early and got up early to get up in good health, and he also developed this habit.

I went out and bought a few buns and a cup of soy milk.

When he walked to an alley, Zhao Fan suddenly stopped.

A figure slowly walked out of the alley, looking like an old man in his 60s, although he was thin and small, his eyes were shining with a hint of essence, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Zhu Tang is indeed not an ordinary person, but a martial artist who has cultivated to the high level of the Yellow Realm, and he was entrusted by others to come here to find Zhao Fan.

"I know you have some ability to do the math, but I don't know if you have calculated that you will meet me?"

Zhu Tang looked at Zhao Fan with contempt, as if he was looking at an ant.

In the world of their martial artists, ordinary people are indeed not on the same level as them, and he can kill an ordinary person with just a touch of his fingers.

Zhao Fan looked at Zhu Tang calmly, unhurriedly threw the last remaining bun into his mouth, and then took a sip of warm soy milk.

At the moment when Zhutang appeared, Zhao Fan had already calculated a hexagram for him, and naturally calculated the cause and effect of his coming here.

It turned out that Chang Hongjun died violently in the villa last night, and his death was even more miserable, his limbs seemed to be forcibly broken by some force, and his face showed a hideous face, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.

The villa's housekeeper soon noticed the anomaly, as he smelled the thick smell of blood emanating from the villa's hall.

When the housekeeper walked into the hall and saw Chang Hongjun's miserable appearance, he was instantly frightened.

So he immediately called Chang Hongjun's father to inform him that these things were not something that a small housekeeper could manage.

When Chang Hongjun's father, Chang Deyuan, came to see this scene, his always calm face couldn't help but become gloomy.

Although he doesn't pay much attention to this second son, who has never done his job, but after all, he was born by himself, and now he died silently in his villa, Chang Deyuan was still very angry in his heart.

So I immediately investigated all the cameras in the villa, and found that nothing was found, and there was no video of strangers entering the villa at all.

Chang Hongjun seemed to die mysteriously like this, as if the murderer appeared out of thin air, killed Chang Hongjun, and then disappeared out of thin air.

In the end, I learned from the housekeeper that before Chang Hongjun's death, he had connected with an anchor, and the fortune teller also said that Chang Hongjun would die soon.

The strange thing is that he didn't expect to be told right by

the fortune teller! That is to say, this fortune teller may know the real murderer of his son, as for what Zhao Fan said is a ghost killing his son, he doesn't believe it.

So he immediately sent Zhu Tang, a thug around him, and asked Zhu Tang to take Zhao Fan back to see him, and his son must not die like this.

Zhao Fan was also a little speechless, good guy, no one believes the truth these days.

Zhu Tang watched Zhao Fan eat the buns with a comfortable face, and his face sank instantly, which was not taking him seriously at all.

It seems that if he doesn't teach him a lesson, he won't know what it means to be high and thick.

Zhu Tang snorted coldly, didn't say much, and rushed directly towards Zhao Fan.

Although Zhu Tang's body was thin, his speed was not slow, and he came to Zhao Fan in a blink of an eye, he was worthy of being a high-level martial artist in the Yellow Realm, much stronger than ordinary people.

Coming to Zhao Fan, his right hand is half-clawed, like an eagle's claw, which is exactly his famous kung fu iron claw skill, even sandbags can be directly scratched, if a person is caught by him, it will be light to drop a piece of meat.

Seeing that Zhao Fan was still stunned in place, Zhu Tang looked disdainful, thinking that Zhao Fan was frightened by himself.

That's right, after all, where have ordinary people seen this kind of posture, it's good that they haven't been scared of pee.

Boss Chang only told him to take Zhao Fan back, as long as he didn't die, and it was the same if he was disabled and brought back.

That's what Zhu Tang thought in his heart.

"Ding!" a sound of striking iron sounded.

The smile on Zhu Tang's face instantly froze, and then there was a strong feeling of paralysis in his right hand, which seemed to be grasping a titanium alloy plate, which shook his arm numb.

He looked at the position where his right hand touched Zhao Fan's neck, and his face showed an unbelievable look.

How is this possible!Why is his body so hard?

"With so little strength, haven't you eaten breakfast?" Zhao Fan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Zhu Tang's face changed greatly, this is a kick to the iron plate, this young man in front of him is definitely not as simple as it seems!

Just when he wanted to withdraw his right hand and step back, he found that his right hand was grasped, as if it was being grasped by a pair of pincers.

"Click!" There was a sound of bones breaking to the end, and Zhu Tang's right hand was directly twisted by Zhao Fan, and it looked like it had been twisted and deformed.

Zhu Tang suddenly let out a howl of pain: "How is it possible!Aren't you just a fortune teller

?" "How can it be so powerful?" Zhu

Tang was shocked in his heart, although the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four Realm Martial Artists, he was only the last Yellow Realm Martial Artist, but even if he was surrounded by more than a dozen ordinary people, he could easily win.

If he used his Iron Claw Skill again, ordinary people would basically die as much as they needed until his physical strength was exhausted.

But now in front of Zhao Fan, he has no ability to resist at all.

He thought that Zhao Fan was just an ant, and he could handle it easily, but he didn't expect that in the end, the ant turned out to be himself, he was like a clown.

Zhao Fan's body has been baptized with so many merits, and he no longer knows how strong it has been, and so far he has not met anyone who has broken through his defenses, and there is no reference, which also makes Zhao Fan not have a specific understanding of his physical strength.

That's why he didn't dodge or dodge, and took Zhutang's claw hard, thinking that Zhutang could bring him some surprises, but he didn't expect to disappoint him.

Zhao Fan looked at Zhu Tang calmly, and shook his head a little disappointed: "With your strength, it's too little strength to massage me."

"Since it's useless, there's no need to exist. As

he spoke, he directly twisted Zhu Tang's arm and wasted his hands, Zhao Fan is not a soft-hearted person, after all, Zhu Tang came to cripple his mind just now.

If he were an ordinary person, he would have to lie on the ground and survive.

And just now I calculated a hexagram for Zhu Tang, and found that he was ruthless and had done a lot of dirty things, so there was no need to be merciful to deal with this kind of person.

Zhao Fan didn't hesitate to waste Zhu Tang's hands, and then kicked him into the current garbage heap.

At this time, Zhao Fan looked in the other direction of the alley and said slowly: "After watching for so long, you should come out too, right?"