The super son-in-law of the female president

Qin Fan couldn't help but yelled in comfort.

"Huh!"

Qin Fan raised his head and looked at the palm print of nothingness falling above his head. He was not afraid at all. At this time, he was like a god of war possessed.

Oh, no, maybe it can be said that the monks of Shaolin Temple have practiced the supreme iron head magic skill.

Letting the palm of nothingness fall, Qin Fan took it with his head without even frowning.

This time, not to mention, the middle-aged man's Tathagata Palm is indeed very powerful.

Even though Qin Fan, who was blessed by a plug-in, was slapped on the head like this, he should still be buzzing.

It seemed as if I saw a few colorful birds singing and dancing happily above my head.

But the middle-aged man in the distance had an embarrassing expression on his face at this time.

With an unbelievable look on his face, he thought about everything, but he didn't understand why Qin Fan, who was obviously ordinary, became more and more unfathomable.

At this time, Qin Fan, who was standing not far away, shook his head twice and regained consciousness.

I saw him frowning, and then laughed: "That's it? I don't think your Taoism is very good."

"However, you are indeed a formidable character. You have skills one by one. So far, I have never seen you let go of a heavy skill. You are amazing!"

Hearing Qin Fan's teasing, the middle-aged man almost spit out blood in anger.

Finally unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he violently jumped up from the ground.

"you you you!"

"I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, let me show you my strongest moves!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man seemed to take out a small black bottle from his pocket, and flicked the cork off the bottle cap with one hand.

Lowering his head, he took a sharp sniff with his nose, and a dark green gas was inhaled into his body.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's eyes turned green, and his black hair, which was originally full of black hair, also turned emerald green.

this color...

Just like a killer.

Qin Fan rolled his eyes, snorted coldly, and his heart beat inexplicably, as if he had an ominous premonition.

"Don't you think your green hair is a bit strange?"

"Aren't you going home to have a look now? Are you at ease?"

"Next door to your house, does this neighbor surnamed Wang live?"

"Does your grandma know about this?"

"Is the daughter-in-law of Old Wang next door not at home often, or are you often not at home?"

Seeing the emerald green on other people's heads, Qin Fan couldn't help but tease him.

It doesn't matter this ridicule, it just made fun of the middle-aged man opposite him.

Well, I can't describe it as gross, I have to say it's ridiculed to the point of explosion.

It seemed that Qin Fan's words hit his heart.

Qin Fan saw the middle-aged man's exasperated expression, he chuckled, and made up the knife again: "It seems that I guessed it all."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a poor man."

Since the middle-aged man inhaled the unknown gas, his whole person seemed to have undergone great changes.

It seemed that the berserk mode had been turned on, the eyebrows, the hair, and the trembling muscles all over the body.

It's exactly the same as the Super Saiyan in the cartoons I watched when I was a child, but he has golden hair, and his, hey, green sees the light.

"To shut up!"

"Death is imminent, and you dare to speak out!"

"Taoism Vanguard!"

With a big wave of his hand, the crutch fell from the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

An extremely powerful energy wave rushed towards Qin Fan quickly.

As if incomparable!

Qin Fan looked at his right hand with his left hand. At this time, his hands were empty, and he subconsciously took out his natal weapon, a small dagger, from his bosom.

But this little short sword, I dare not inject spiritual energy, otherwise I will suck myself dry.

At that time, if the enemy is not killed, he will die in the hands of his own weapon first.

That wave of power was so strong and fast that Qin Fan didn't even have time to think, subconsciously raised the knife in his hand, and blocked it in front of him.

But in the next second, he was not swallowed by the powerful shock wave as Qin Fan imagined.

On the contrary, it was this energy shock wave that instantly became limp the moment it touched Qin Fan, with no strength visible, and even Qin Fan's body did not push.

At this moment, the middle-aged man actually stood where he was, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Who is it! Who destroyed my enchantment!"

At this time, Chen Ajiao's figure appeared in the distance.

I saw her walking out from behind a certain big tree with an extremely serious face, but Jiang Xinyue's figure was not seen.

"It's me! I destroyed it!"

"I think you don't have the capital to be arrogant now!"

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Ajiao who walked out calmly, with a shocked expression on his face, it was unbelievable.

"You! How did you do it? How did you know that!"

The middle-aged man asked with a puzzled face, still unable to figure out how the ordinary-looking girl in front of him could break through the barrier he had carefully laid out in advance.

At this time, Chen Ajiao walked up to Qin Fan and stood side by side with him.

Qin Fan was also confused. He looked at the middle-aged man not far away. From his eyes, it could be seen that he seemed to have been severely injured by another critical blow.

"What enchantment? What's the situation? His breath suddenly became much weaker."

The corners of Chen Ajiao's mouth rose slightly, her face was filled with infinite confidence, as if everything was under his control.

"This matter should start from the first time we met him at the entrance of the village."

"At that time, I was a little curious about why an old man, who looked out of place with the villagers, deliberately pretended to be a villager."

Hearing this, Qin Fan was a little confused: "How do you know he's not from a villager?"

Chen Ajiao was a little speechless, she pointed to the middle-aged man's shoes, and said: "Look at his shoes, most of the villagers' shoes are divided into seven styles, and the fabrics are basically two kinds of fabrics, except for his shoes , unique in shape, quite different, the key sole is actually an industrial product of plastic and rubber."

"You think such a person can be trusted?"

Qin Fan turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man on the opposite side. The shoes on his feet were indeed out of tune with this world, obviously quite different.

But the middle-aged man was a little impatient, and asked a little irritably: "You haven't answered my question yet, tell me quickly, how did you find out that I arranged the barrier, and what method was used to break it."

Chen Ajiao squinted at the man in the distance, and continued to speak calmly: "The reason why you told us such a long story and fabricated a reason for your son to run away is because you want to use some means to identify us. strength."