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Three unkempt, scruffy Oriental faces came into view, and these beggar-like visitors turned out to be Indians!

Indian dervishes!?

"Master Mohan!" Bahamat stood up, crossed his hands over his shoulders, and nodded slightly to the old man in the lead.

This master of Mohan is barefoot, with only a simple piece of cloth wrapped around his waist to cover his shame, a body of dark muscles, red eyes glowing, and a little cinnabar in the middle of his forehead, giving people a strange feeling.

The two attendants behind him were both middle-aged men, dressed similarly and looking ugly, but these people were all yoga masters without exception!

Seeing this Mohan, Ye Fan thought of a person, Master Ka Ye! If he had to have something to do with Indian yoga masters, it would only be Ka Ye whose whereabouts were unknown in the Amazon.

Master Mo Han looked at Ye Fan with red and evil eyes, and asked coldly: "Huaxia Ye, when do you plan to repay the debt you owe us?"

"It's a big joke! You see, in his dress, he is so poor that he can't even afford to wear shoes, and he can be a creditor? If you want to extort money, you should go to the side of the road, set a bowl, open a hanger, juggle a little, and someone will reward you with a few coins. Well, if you don't, learn it now. Ye Fan raised his hands, threw Zuma's ten rings up, and played with the air frisbee, the ten golden rings rotated alternately so fast that it was dazzling, and it was completely unclear.

The two yoga masters behind Master Mohan showed hatred and murderous intent, which was humiliating them Indians, humiliating yoga and Hinduism!

"We don't need money, Huaxia Ye, you killed my junior brother Jia Ye, let's settle this account first!" As soon as Mo Han's voice fell, his arm suddenly stretched out at an incredible speed, his arm exceeded the length of two or three meters, and he slapped Ye Fan in front of the door with one palm!

This palm is really too fast and weird, the ancient Indian yoga has been practiced to the extreme, every muscle and bone of the body is no longer owned by normal humans, Mohan's body is almost as flexible as the face man, and it can be stretched and contracted at will!

"Well done. Ye Fan laughed loudly, and there seemed to be no movement, but the people around him heard a click, as if the bones were broken.

Mo Han's palm slapped his protective body on the head, which was tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, and it was strange constantly.

Without waiting for Mo Han's hand to retract, Ye Fan popped out a gold ring, a ring containing terrifying energy, and touched Mo Han's wrist that had been softened, like a red-hot soldering iron, which scalded his skin and flesh, leaving a deep scar that could be seen in the bone, and quickly rebounded and fell into Ye Fan's hand!

When Mo Han retracted his palm without saying a word, his right arm was already dripping with blood, a whole piece of flesh was missing, and his wrist was also drooping down, and he couldn't use his strength.

But even if he was seriously injured, he still didn't snort, the perennial tempering in fire and blood had already made him forget the pain, and the top yoga master had no pain!

Zuma, the black chief sitting on the side, had his eyelids jumping wildly, and swallowed his saliva fiercely, Mohan suffered a big loss as soon as he came up, it seems that this Huaxia Ye is really a master among the masters, Zuma was secretly frightened

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