Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang were not afraid of having other young strong men by their side. They said bluntly that they had dispatched strong men to the sect and wanted to come here to intercept Xiao Fan. As long as he dared to step out of the temple, he would be killed.
Kill the corpse without any existence.
There are several powerful men of the same age in this pavilion. When they heard this, they all looked at Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang. Although these people came from a large force, they could not compare with the holy land. When they heard such words, they could only silently
Lamenting the power and strength of the holy land.
The Son and the Holy Land of the Holy Land have a very high status and are very special existences. Especially the Son, who is the candidate of the future Holy Lord, so they have great power and are protected by the Holy Land.
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Many people were jealous of Xiao Fan's identity. Everyone knew that he had two great treasures, which were obtained from the King's Tomb of Dongling County, and also obtained the King of Daoxu in the Eight Desolations Realm.
Divine Pill.
When these young strong men heard that Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang were going to send the Holy Land powerhouses to erase Xiao Fan, their minds began to become active, and they wanted to take advantage of this to get a share, even if they could not get two treasures and the King's Pill
, it’s good to be able to get other things on Xiao Fan.
"Brother Long, Brother Mo, the powerful man in the Holy Land is really a big deal. I can suppress Xiao Fan by raising my hand." A young man said, this was a young man in purple with a proud face, he didn't know
Xiao Fan was killed by all directions, so he naturally didn't understand how terrifying Xiao Fan was.
Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang's faces changed slightly. When they thought of all the experiences in the Eight Desolations, they were so angry that they were itchy. Especially when they were slapped in the face and were seriously injured, they were so angry that they were toothed, their lungs and their stomachs were also hurt.
"Hahaha!" At this time, laughter came, full of energy and a hint of domineeringness. Ba Wuji, dressed in blue, entered the pavilion, with a square face and sharp eyes. He looked at the purple-clothed person who was talking.
The young strong man glanced at him and said, "Even Mo Qingkuang and Long Xiaoyun were beaten to pieces. You also want to compete with Xiao Fan. I, Ba Wuji, admire your courage!"
When the man in purple heard this, his face suddenly changed, and the other young strong men also looked at Mo Qingkuang and Long Xiaoyun. His eyes were like fire burning their faces, making them feel as if they were faceless.
"Ba Wuji, what do you mean?!" Long Xiaoyun's face was as bright as he was biting, and his teeth were clattering. Mo Qingkuang also looked at him coldly, and a cold murderous intent spread out.
"Why do you two need to be angry? I'm just telling the truth." Ba Wuji ignored the anger of the two, sat at the stone table casually, and said, "If you lose, you will lose. If you don't admit it, you won't change this fact.
You are indeed not Xiao Fan's opponent. In the Daoxu King's Palace, you, Long Xiaoyun, was stepped on by him, into a big cake face, which is obvious to all. Later, you surrounded him in the middle of the mountain range, but were beaten to flee.
Isn’t it all true?”
"You..." Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang were so angry that they almost vomited blood. This matter was told by Ba Wuji. I believe it will soon spread throughout the entire cultivation world. As the holy sons of the holy land and the younger generation of emperors,
It will definitely lose its reputation and become a joke.
Ba Wuji looked at them lightly, with a calm expression, but he was merciless. He could be said to be a slap in the face and a scolding person, and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. The facts are facts, but Xiao Fan was
Just step on your face, most of the things, don’t hurt your body.”
Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their ears. The dignified Donghuang Long Xiaoyun was trampled on by someone's face, and Mo Qingkuang also ran away in panic. This was like a fantasy. Who is Xiao Fan?
However, Ba Wuji's words made the strong men speechless. They really stood up and said without any pain in their backs. Long Xiaoyun was trampled on his face. This was a great humiliation. It was said from his mouth, as if it was just a trivial matter.
There were other pavilions not far away, and there were many young strong men. Naturally, they heard the words of Ba Wuji and others. Most of them were surprised, and only a few of them were silent. Among those silent people, there were a few people with Xiao Fan.
After fighting, some people have seen Xiao Fan’s invincible divine power in his own eyes on the fourth level of the Eight Desolate Extreme Realm.
However, those people were worried about offending Mo Qingkuang and Long Xiaoyun, so they did not tell the matter. At this moment, they were all a little dazed when they heard Ba Wuji say this.
"Ba Wuji!" Long Xiaoyun was furious and stood up, with black hair flying, her face as black as coal, her eyes full of murderous intent, staring at Ba Wuji, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense here."
!Xiao Fan is nothing but a low-level cultivator in the legendary realm. Killing him is as simple as crushing an ant! Do you talk nonsense here, do you think others will believe it?"
"Not bad! What is Xiao Fan? If he dares to show up, I don't need my senior brother to take action. One finger is enough to crush him ten thousand times!" A man in milky white clothes came over, with a sneer and disdain,
It is Xie Yunliu, the young king of the Donghuang Holy Land.
"Hmph! If we kill Xiao Fan, a little person with no background, it is as easy as cutting grass. As long as he dares to appear, he will directly break his legs and make him kneel in front of us. He will not be able to survive or die!" Another person
When I walked over, I was also the young king of the Donghuang Holy Land.
At this time, a young king came to Lingxiao Holy Land. He walked over on the path paved with fine pebbles, carried his hands on his back and sneered: "Xiao Fan is just a little man, in the remote area of Dongling County.
After getting the king's treasure, I can only say that I have been lucky enough to be compared with us young geniuses. Such a person is not worthy of letting us take action personally. If you come to any two powerful sects, you can kill him.
Meat froth.”
At this moment, many young strong men didn't believe Ba Wuji's words. Someone laughed and said, "For so many years, I have never heard of Xiao Fan, which shows that he has no fame at all. How can he be like Brother Mo and Brother Long.
Compared to the Holy Son, I don’t believe it.”
"I don't believe it either. Xiao Fan comes from a remote and remote place like Dongling County. He is just a low-level cultivator with some luck. He is not qualified to be compared with a young emperor like the Holy Son. At most, I think he is only worthy of the Holy Son.
Just carry your shoes.”
"Who is Xiao Fan? I have never heard of it before, and the scoundrel wants to shake the towering tree, which is ridiculous!"
Many young strong men spoke out, raising Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang and belittling Xiao Fan. These people come from major forces, and there are also some casual cultivators. They all want to get closer to the holy land, but they can't see them from Dongling County in their hearts.
Xiao Fan.
"Xiao Fan is just a clown who is jumping on the beam. It's not worth talking about. It's hard for everyone to destroy the atmosphere." Mo Qingkuang smiled faintly. In the eyes of others, that attitude was simply disdainful of Xiao Fan and did not take it seriously at all.
, but in fact, the murderous intent in my heart is fierce.
"Ding Dong!"
The sound of the piano came, like a clear spring dripping on the bluestone. In the pavilion not far away, Mo Feixuan's jade fingers tweaked the strings of the piano and played moving notes. The magical flowers bloomed in the void, and the world was misty.
The aura is rising and falling, the auspicious colors are radiant, and the divine rainbow is shining.
Everyone was attracted by the wonderful sound of the piano. Xie Yunliu narrowed his eyes slightly, admired the sound of the piano and said, "It's a pity that Xiao Fan is not here. If he could suppress him while listening to such a wonderful sound of nature, the feeling would be wonderful.
Very... "
"Wow..."
A gust of wind blew, and the pine waves made a sound like waves. There was an inexplicable solemn atmosphere between the world, which made everyone shudder.
"Brother Xie Dao said it right. If you can listen to the sound of Fairy Tianyin's piano and suppress Xiao Fan, it would be a wonderful thing..." A young king from Lingxiao Holy Land said lightly.
"Your idea is very good, it's a wonderful thing!"
Suddenly, a sound came from afar. Everyone looked at it one after another and felt a biting chill in an instant. The temperature of the world suddenly dropped.
"Xiao Fan!" Xie Yunliu stared at the visitor, first shocked, and then sneered: "Are you here to die?"
At this time, Mo Qingkuan and Long Xiaoyun's eyes were extremely cold. Although they were afraid of Xiao Fan's combat power, they were in the temple and did not believe that Xiao Fan dared to take action.
"Ant, as soon as we said we wanted to suppress you, you came to your door automatically. It's really a waste of bones. I can't wait to die." The young king of Lingxiao Holy Land sneered repeatedly.
In this place, except for Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang and those who have personally experienced it in the Eight Desolations Realm, no one else knows how strong Xiao Fan is, including the young kings of the Donghuang Holy Land and the Lingxiao Holy Land.
Long Xiaoyun and Mo Qingkuang did not tell their junior brother because this was related to their reputation and face. At this moment, Xie Yunliu and the young strong men from Lingxiao Holy Land kept shouting at Xiao Fan, completely treating him as an absolute weak person.
Xiao Fan didn't even look at Xie Yunliu and the young king, and greeted Ba Wuji and Mo Feixuan: "Brother Ba, Fairy Mo, don't be fine."
Ba Wuji and Mo Feixuan nodded one after another, as a response, while Xie Yunliu and the young king of Lingxiao Holy Land suddenly became gloomy and shouted: "Bold! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear us talking to you?
You have to be clear that this is not Juying Hall, and there is no suppression of the Great Dao pattern!"
This was obviously threatening Xiao Fan, telling him that there were no Dao patterns here, and if they took action, they would suppress him at any time.
There were many young strong men here, hundreds of people. At this moment, they all looked at Xiao Fan and were very surprised. Unexpectedly, he dared to come here.
"He really has a habit. I don't know if he is confident or arrogant. If he dares to come here alone, wouldn't he be afraid of dying here?"
"A little lucky country bumpkin, maybe he is indeed a master of his generation in Dongling County, but where is this place? The geniuses of the same generation gathered together, and there were many masters. Did he think he was still in Dongling County?"
"The most terrifying thing about people is that they have no self-knowledge and are too arrogant, and think that they can go anywhere in the world. It's really ridiculous."