As mentioned before, you still have to listen to the words of this big boss Rumeng. As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man, you will die in front of me.
"All right."
"All right."
Seeing that Ye Fan had spoken to such an extent, the other brothers also nodded in agreement.
It is conceivable that if Ye Fan's words were heard by the Dragon Saint, he would be so angry that he would faint on the spot.
You are really picking on the weak! You are not an orthodox bloodline, so why should you only pick on yourself?
In fact, it makes sense to think about it. Isn't this the way Ye Fan has always acted?
The conversation between several people made Nantian and Beidao on the side stunned for a while.
Although the two of them are the leaders of the desolate world and control the lives of thousands of cultivators in the desolate world, they are still somewhat speechless now.
"As expected of the Five Great Dharma Kings! Maybe they are the only ones who dare to have such thoughts in their hearts. They are really very bold!"
Beidao sighed silently. If he hadn't heard the conversation between several people today, he wouldn't have believed it if he were beaten to death!
You must know that this is a barbaric world, the territory of other people's monster clan, and it is absolutely impossible to want to have someone else's Holy Son in their territory.
Nan Tian was the first to react.
"Oh, it's just a normal thing. Is there anything in this world that they don't dare to do?"
"But it's good to teach those guys a lesson and reduce their arrogance, so that they don't look down on us too much."
After hearing what Nan Tian said, Beidao nodded in approval.
Anyway, they don't need to do this action, they just need to watch the show.
"Then let's get started! Let Holy Son Jiaolong feel the power of my five Dharma Kings!"
There was a strange arc in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he looked at the mountains not far away with a sinister look.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Several figures burst out from the Valley of the Netherworld, passed the demon disciples at the entrance of the valley, and sneaked into the residence of the Dragon Saint Son.
As for why they knew the residence of Holy Son Jiaolong, that couldn't be simpler.
If the five mighty Dharma Kings don't even have this little bit of investigative ability, how can they become a serious problem for the elders of those big sects?
"Boss, this is the residence of Holy Son Jiaolong. The house to the east belongs to him, then the one to the west is his guard, and the one to the south..."
The old man in black spread out a huge map and spoke patiently.
A trace of joy flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he excitedly patted Lao Wu in black on the shoulder.
"Not bad! You did it in such detail, even the specific room number was marked. It's you as expected."
The old man in black smiled innocently.
"Hey, it's all taught well by the boss, it's all taught well by the boss."
"Well……"
Ye Fan was a little embarrassed for a moment.
The old man in black was obviously praising himself, why did he sound so uncomfortable?
Then Ye Fan took out the Babel Compass again, and using Lin Hao's Space Avenue, several people unknowingly invaded the room of the Dragon Saint Son.
It's a pity that the Holy Son of the Dragon has not returned yet.
"Hide your own aura and don't expose it."
"That guy, the Dragon Saint Son, still has some strength. Please pay more attention to him and don't be too careless."
Ye Fan deliberately lowered his voice.
Although the brothers are all familiar with this kind of thing, they still have to be extremely careful.
If this matter is exposed, life will be difficult for the few of them.
With the bloodthirsty nature of those monsters, they might be able to tear them apart directly. Then I’m afraid the monster saint lord and the girl in red won’t be able to protect them either!
"Okay."
The five Dharma Kings concealed their auras in this small room, and seemed to disappear out of thin air.
I don't know how long it took, but the voice of the Dragon Saint Son came from outside.
"I'm sick every day, and I practice cultivation all day long. Isn't there anything else besides cultivation?"
"Lord Holy Son, Lord Jiaolong Holy Son must also be doing it for the good of our demon clan, so please be patient."
The demon disciples under his command said respectfully.
"You can't bear it. I've already taken care of the overall situation. If I hadn't been patient, I would have beaten that guy long ago!"
"Every day, it's like a 25,800,000 yuan. It seems like everyone in the world owes him eight ounces of money. Do I owe him?"
The Holy Son of the Dragon Dragon became more and more angry as he talked about it. In fact, the Holy Lord of the Demon Clan had set a time limit for cultivation for the Holy Sons and Saints like them.
Originally, today's practice time had come and he could have a good rest, but who would have thought that the Holy Son of Qilin actually stopped in front of him.
"What are you doing? It's already time to practice, so why bother practicing!"
The Holy Son of the Dragon said with an unkind expression.
"Three more hours!"
"What did you say? Are you crazy? Three more hours? Is there something wrong with your brain or your mouth?"
The Holy Son of the Dragon came with a series of three consecutive questions on quality.
The cultivation time stipulated by the Holy Lord of the Monster Tribe is already inhumane. Now that three more hours are added, does he still want this life?
"Say it again, add three more hours!"
Qilin Holy Son's face turned cold.
"You're sick! If you want to do it yourself, don't drag me into it. I'll have big things to do when I go back."
"Otherwise...or just wait a little longer. The war is coming soon, and we don't have much time left."
The saint girl of the Phoenix tribe wearing a dark red dress spoke slowly.
"What is the time limit? Haven't I worked hard enough? I have been practicing for such a long time. Do you know what is the balance between work and rest?"
"Forget it, forget it, even if I tell you, you don't understand. They are just a bunch of training machines. You have to practice on your own, and I have to go back and rest!"
"If you don't ensure rest, how can you devote enough energy to practice?"
The Holy Son of the Dragon waved his sleeves angrily and walked towards the outside with long strides, not taking what the Holy Son of the Kirin said seriously at all.
"etc."
"What's wrong? Don't go too far! I...ah!"
Before the Dragon Saint Son could finish speaking, he received a solid punch in the face.
After an unknown amount of time, Holy Son Jiaolong wiped the blood from his face and said with aggrieved tone.
"Practice, practice, practice. Why are you so angry? What are you doing? As for you?"
"Isn't it just cultivation? It's such a big deal, let alone three hours, why not add thirty more hours?"
The Dragon Saint raised his head and tried his best not to let the tears in his eyes flow out.
Qilin Holy Son's attack was a bit too harsh. The beating just made him want to cry!
"Do you know why I want you to practice extra?"
Qilin Holy Son asked lightly.
"have no idea."
The Dragon Holy Son obviously did not want to accept these words.
He and Qilin Holy Son are both the young geniuses of the demon clan. Why can he suppress me and fight? I’m convinced!