Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

Xu Fan followed a sneaky figure, walking into a remote alley.

When I walked to the alley, I found that it was a dead end, and the sneaky figure had disappeared.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from behind, "Boy, are you tired of living? Dare to block the way of our poisonous dragon gang?"

Xu Fan turned around leisurely. In front of him, there were more than a dozen thugs with a left blue dragon, a right white tiger, and a hand-held knife and stick.

"Oh? Are you from the Poison Dragon Gang?" Xu Fan said casually, looking at the leading red-haired bastard.

Obviously, Xu Fan didn't put these people in his eyes. There were only a dozen gangsters, and they could be destroyed by a quick finger.

Standing at the forefront, the red-haired scumbag was full of fierce eyes, and his complexion was grim. He lifted his slap to slap Xu Fan's face, "You're so fucking, dare you talk to Lao Tzu like this?"

court death!

A cold light flashed in Xu Fan's eyes, his right hand was lifted like lightning, and his backhand was drawn toward the red-haired gangster's face.

"Snapped!"

The red-haired man's palm was still three inches away from Xu Fan, but the whole person was already flying high, spinning a few punches in the volley, and fell heavily to the ground without a sound.

The hearts of more than a dozen **** carrying machetes trembled. How powerful is this? Can people be taken away directly?

Spike!

Looking at the dozen or so gangsters who showed fear in front of him, Xu Fan couldn't lift his energy at all. As mentioned before, these gangsters were like flies in front of Xu Fan.

Just when Xu Fan was about to put down all the dozen or so gangsters in front of him, and then asked about it, the red-haired gangster groaned, woke up leisurely, and then clutched his hands and let out a heart-piercing wailing.

"Mom, dare to hit me? Get on me! Kill him!"

More than a dozen gangsters gritted their teeth and tightened the machete in their hands, as if suddenly emboldened, they all rushed towards Xu Fan.

The alley was originally not wide, and could only accommodate two or three people passing side by side. A dozen or so gangsters could only pass two or three knives to Xu Fan at the same time.

For Xu Fan, this undoubtedly greatly reduces the difficulty of the game, and at the same time greatly reduces the fun of the game.

But in half a minute, the dozen gangsters were already lying on the ground, holding their chests wailing and crying.

Xu Fan patted his palms and yawned.

For a master of the prefecture level, these dozen or so gangsters are simply a group of kindergarten children who are charging towards Shaolin Temple!

The red-haired **** stared at the wailing Ma Zi, his face full of disbelief.

how can that be? Like making a movie, a bunch of big guys just lie down at random? It takes a few minutes in the movie too!

Xu Fan yawned and walked lazily towards the red-haired bastard. The red-haired **** finally recovered, trembling all over, and knelt down in front of Xu Fan with a "puff".

"Master, you have a large number of adults, don't be familiar with the little ones, who have eyes but don't know Taishan, damn, damn..."

The red-haired **** slapped his face as he begged for mercy, slapped his dark palms on his fat cheeks.

Xu Fan was too lazy to talk to such a **** who couldn't get on the stage, walked up to the red-haired bullshit, and said directly, "Go ahead, why follow me?"

The red-haired gangster stopped flapping his palms on his face and said humblely, "Master, misunderstanding! Great misunderstanding! We are not with you, we are with the old immortal!"

Xu Fan kicked the red-haired bastard's face, the red-haired **** flew seven or eight meters away, and then hit a wall heavily with a loud noise before stopping.

The red hair spit out a mouthful of blood, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Fan's icy voice came, "I told you to stop? Continue to slap in the face!"

The red-haired gangster trembled all over, gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and quickly climbed in front of Xu Fan, while he slapped his dark palms, slapped himself, and explained vaguely to Xu Fan, "Master, misunderstanding , Our Dulong help issued a strict order to deal with the person in the Huaqiang Martial Arts Hall. The above order, how dare we as little brothers dare to disobey? We really are not going to deal with you!"

Xu Fan's heart moved. Could it be that the boss of the Dulong Gang is Zuo Hua's enemy?

Thinking of this, Xu Fan immediately asked the red-haired **** with a cold face, "Upper? That's what the boss means? How old is your boss this year?"

The red-haired slapped himself, lowered his head and thought for a while, and reported an inaccurate age, "Master, our boss seems to be between 30 and 40 years old. The true age is no one in the poisonous dragon gang. I dare not ask..."

Xu Fan frowned. In his thirties, he was more than a generation away from Zuo Hua, so he should not be enmity with Zuo Hua...

Zuo Hua should have been a man of great influence back then. He played with a wind and rain stick so that he would definitely not have enemies with a junior. It seems that there must be something in the middle, which I don't know!

However, this kind of thing, like a person who can't get on the table like a red-haired gangster, is very unlikely to know it.

Seeing Xu Fan's contemplative appearance, the red-haired **** finally gained the courage. While slapped himself, he said towards Xu Fan, "Master, this matter today is a big misunderstanding, our boss of the poison dragon gang, whose name is Fang Fang , I like to make friends with heroes the most. If you let me go, I will speak for you in front of the boss. The boss is happy..."

The mind of the red-haired gangster is actually very simple. One is to slap Xu Fan's ass, and the other is to take out his boss's name and warn Xu Fan, and it is almost done. After all, this is the place of the Dulong Gang.

The red-haired hunch is not a bold person. The reason why the red-haired hunch has the courage to say this sentence is also very simple. It hurts! I kept slapping myself and my face was swollen higher than steamed buns! It's painful to touch a little bit, let alone keep shooting on it?

It's just that the red-haired **** was slapped on the horse's hoof.

Who is Xu Fan? How can you put a group of poisonous dragons in your eyes?

Xu Fan immediately kicked it out with a kick, not only interrupted the red-haired bastard, but also directly kicked the red-haired **** seven or eight meters away.

Turning around, Xu Fan left a cold sentence, "Your boss? What is he? Want to see me? Yes, let him kneel at the gate of Huaqiang Martial Arts Hall and wait for me!"