Everyone on the mountain heard the sound and looked back at Ji Qianming in unison.

Being stared at by more than a hundred pairs of fierce eyes, Ji Qianming sweated coldly behind him, swallowed, ran to Zhang Fan's side.

"Classmate... no, boss! Who did he mess with?"

When Ji Qianming saw Zhang Fan, who was like a god descending to earth, he seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. In this situation where all sides were enemies, Zhang Fan, as his future classmate, was the only person he could fight side by side.

Zhang Fan was also stunned when he saw Ji Qianming. He never expected to meet again under such circumstances. He saw Ji Qianming running to him and staring at him with a rush.

Zhang Fan was a little confused. When did he become older?

He was about to ask, but suddenly he turned his head and another group of motorcycle races ran up the stone stairs with murderous intent.

"Hmph, sure enough, you two are in the same group. You are the boss, are you? I want to see, what are your abilities?!" The thin man ignored Ji Qianming directly and said coldly.

Zhang Fan's eyes trembled, and the golden light in his left eye became stronger and stronger. Since they were all here, don't leave any one.

Unparalleled confidence emanated from Zhang Fan, but his aura was not weak in the face of more than 200 people, and he even faintly overwhelmed the other side.

Several motorcycle races swallowed and were frightened by the demonic aura of the young man.

"Are we afraid of the two little kids for more than 200 of us? Let's rush them all!" The thin man holding a butterfly knife screamed, and then the motorcycle race rushed forward, full of murderous intent.

When did Ji Qianming see such a big scene? His face turned pale and he spoke in a low voice: "There are too many of them, let's run away!"

Zhang Fan looked at the thugs in front of him coldly and shook his head: "You can't escape. After going down the mountain, they have motorcycles, so they can only kill them all on the mountain."

After saying that, he was like a phantom, rushing straight into the crowd.

Zhang Fan grabbed the butterfly knife in the thin man's hand suddenly stopped and then flew towards Zhang Fan uncontrollably.

The butterfly knife was spinning at high speed in the air, dancing around Zhang Fan, and was so scared that the motorcycle racers who were in front staggered.

What kind of evil thing is this?

Zhang Fan rushed into the crowd with the flying butterfly knife, and the rotating butterfly knife flew up and down, bringing up pieces of blood.

"Ahhhh, my fingers!!"

"Disfied...I'm disfigured..."

"Grass, don't fly down."

Wails echoed in the empty park.

A burly man raised a thick iron rod and smashed Zhang Fan hard on the back of his head, with a ferocious face.

Zhang Fan turned slightly, and the golden rune in his left eye jumped. The strong man felt that the iron rod in his hand suddenly moved a little uncontrollably to the side. He missed Zhang Fan's body and smashed heavily on the ground.

A huge recoil came from the iron rod, making his mouth numb. He felt a flash in front of him, and a fist magnified rapidly in his eyes.

Bang!

Before his fist could touch his face, an invisible force hit the bridge of his nose hard. With a muffled sound, the bridge of his nose broke into two sections.

Blood gushed out, and the strong man screamed and covered his nose and fell to the ground.

A strong man fell down, and millions of strong men rushed over.

Zhang Fan snorted coldly, and the leaves of his left eye suddenly burst out with a strong light. He swung his right hand violently, and the weapons in the hands of more than a dozen thugs soared into the sky!

Ball sticks, beer bottles, machetes, military stings... dense weapons were suspended in an orderly manner in front of Zhang Fan, aiming at the crowd that was coming from bee pupa.

The thugs stood there stupidly, and were unable to react for a while.

"Damn it, run!" Someone suddenly shouted, his voice still trembling.

Everyone then realized that they ran away.

"go!"

Zhang Fan looked cold, shouted lightly, and waved his right hand forward.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the suspended weapons turned into lightning and shot towards the crowd.

There were screams from the crowd, extremely shrill, and a large stream of blood sprayed on the ground, gathering into a blood-colored stream, sliding down the stone steps.

The handsome young man stood quietly in a pool of blood, looking coldly at the thugs running around, without any emotion in his light golden left eyes.

He slowly raised his right arm again, like a hideous demon raising his butcher knife.

Everyone was scared to death, and their faces were pale. They threw the weapons in their hands on the ground and ran down the mountain.

Ji Qianming was dumbfounded. He had thought that Zhang Fan was very strong, but this was also too strong.

At this moment, the invincible figure was deeply engraved in his heart under the moonlight. It was so handsome, so handsome, this is the real boss!

Compared with him, his Jinghua is really worse than that of him. However, he believes in Jinghua's potential. He who has a system will definitely not be worse than him in the future.

When Zhang Fan saw that everyone was almost running away, the golden light in his left eye retreated and slowly walked towards Ji Qianming.

“So strong…”

Ji Qianming looked at the motorcycle race in that place and swallowed secretly. Could this be the average level of a quasi-college member of Gou Chen College? Compared to his ability to control the mirror for the time being, his ability to temporarily control the mirror is simply weak.

However, he knew very well that with the mirror, he was only weak in the early stage, and the more he went in the later stage. Zhang Fan's ability is so strong, why would he copy his ability next time?

Just as Ji Qianming was thinking, Zhang Fan staggered and almost fell to the ground. Ji Qianming took advantage of the moonlight to see clearly that Zhang Fan's face was pale and his whole body was listless.

"Boss, what's wrong with you!" Ji Qianming was shocked and hurriedly supported Zhang Fan.

"It's okay, I've overdrawn my mental power a little." Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and a few drops of sweat oozed out of his forehead. "Run quickly, they're coming back soon."

No matter how strong he is, he is still a first-level ability person. It is already very difficult to control so many weapons at the same time. He raised his arm again just to scare away the remaining people, otherwise the two of them would be in danger.

Besides, they only killed seventy or eighty people after fighting for a long time, and there were more than one hundred thugs left. They were just scared by the momentum created by Zhang Fan. When they reacted, they would definitely fight back.

Ji Qianming nodded repeatedly, helped the weak Zhang Fan and walked towards another mountain road.

"Hmph, it's really a bunch of waste, and even two young boys can't handle it."

Just then, a contemptuous voice came from a distance.

Ji Qianming's heart skipped a beat, and the two looked over at the same time.

I saw a man wearing a dark blue mask slowly coming in the darkness. An evil ghost with fangs on the mask was hideous and terrifying under the moonlight!

...

Zhenjiang, unknown alley.

It was late at night, and most of the shops in the alley were closed, and the dim street lights were flashing.

A scent of fragrance wafted out from the depths of the alley. I saw a noodle restaurant at the end of the alley. The noodle restaurant was not big, and a few tables occupied most of the space. Large pieces of walls fell on the wall, and the furnishings were very old.

Scream!

At this time, on a small table, a middle-aged man was sucking noodles in big mouthfuls. Steamed water vapor slowly rose from the soup, and the noodles were filled with fragrance.

"Ah! It's so cool!" The middle-aged man put down the big bowl that was licking clean and enjoyed his face. "Although this Zhenjiang place is not big, the lid of this pot is awesome!"

The middle-aged man was wearing a beige windbreaker, with messy hair and stubble around the corners of his mouth, like a greasy uncle with undressing appearance.

At this moment, opposite him was a young man with glasses, wearing a suit, elegant and gentle.
Chapter completed!