Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

"You are just a reserve psychic, who do you think you are? I can't kill you!"

Zhao Jun rolled up his sleeves and strode forward.

Ye Fan's eyes suddenly cold.

The whole person jumped up, twice the physical fitness of an ordinary person, making him move as fast as lightning when he was running.

He came to Zhao Jun in an instant, snapped, and severely scratched his ears.

The rich second generation who directly took this oily face, the whole person flew out, and fell straight into the corner.

"you……"

Zhao Jianfeng, who was sitting in the boss's chair, jerked his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

There was a touch of shock in his eyes.

"Oh...Oh, come here, come here for me!"

Zhao Jun clutched his right cheek, which was swollen into a pig's head, and roared loudly.

The two psychic guards outside the door rushed in directly.

"Hit him, hit me hard!"

Zhao Jun pointed at Ye Fan with very bitter eyes and said.

Ye Fan looked at the two imperial spiritist bodyguards in his spare time.

There was a fierce look on the cold-faced faces of the two Yu Lingshi bodyguards.

"Yes, master!"

They responded.

The demon spirit aura appeared on his body.

A half-person tall, encased in a carapace, a cruel carapace rat demon with smart and ferocious eyes.

A sonic bird about the size of a football, with short wings and a huge belly, flying slowly in the air.

Two demon spirits of the first sequence suddenly appeared in front of the two bodyguards.

Ye Fan glanced at him and sneered indifferently: "I'm still a first-order emperor in his thirties, at best it's a reserve!"

"No wonder you are willing to be a dog for others!"

"Go on, get on me!"

When Ye Fan talked about the pain, the faces of the two bodyguards immediately became red, and they roared so that the demon spirits attacked fiercely!

Ye Fan did not summon the companion demon spirit, but drew out the Tang Sword at his waist, and greeted him with an indifferent expression!

Seeing Ye Fan's actions, Zhao Jianfeng's expression was even more astonished.

And Zhao Jun, who was holding his swollen face on the side, was extremely happy.

It seemed that Ye Fan had been taught a very miserable appearance.

Chapter 18 Can't speak? I teach you!

Seeing Ye Fan alone, he greeted him.

Zhao Jianfeng, who was sitting on the old bench, was full of surprise in his eyes.

Facing the two first-sequence alert-level demon spirits, does this imperial spiritual master not even summon the companion demon spirits? !

Zhao Jun on the side murmured in hatred: "Smelly boy, let you kneel in front of me to apologize!"

When he thinks of the scene by then, his face is full of delight.

In the office.

The carapace rat demon, and the sound wave bird, driven by the master of the demon spirit, brazenly rushed up.

The rat demon in the carapace squeaked, his limbs moved, and it immediately turned into a swift figure of khaki yellow.

On the sharp limbs, the claws are sharp.

The angry rat teeth can bite off steel.

The sonic bird seemed to be pregnant, with a swollen abdomen, a violent agitation, and then directly erupted with a sharp neigh.

"Huh—"

The harsh birdsong filled the room.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Jun shouted angrily, covering his ears tightly.

Zhao Jianfeng also had a gloomy expression.

The two Minionist bodyguards also immediately covered their ears.

呯呯呯——

The three green vases on the conference table burst directly into pieces.

A circle of invisible twisted sonic ripples instantly condensed from the beak of the sonic bird and enveloped Ye Fan!

Ye Fan has twice the physical quality of ordinary people.

Taking a deep breath, it resisted the pressure of the eardrum.

He has sharp eyes, holding Tang Knives, and facing the attack of two first-sequence demon spirits, his posture is leisurely, as if strolling in his back garden.

A dodge, avoiding the sound ripples coming from the impact.

boom--

The invisible and distorted sound ripples exploded behind him, immediately smashing a conference chair.

An earthy yellow light and shadow came quickly!

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, cold light radiating from the crevices of his eyelids.

The sharp Tang knife in his hand pierced the air in an instant, like a bolt of lightning, smashing the yellow light and shadow!