Above the Lingwu battlefield, in an alien space.
A great old veteran exploded with swear words, and his eyes were full of horror. What they saw, one palm, one palm, and only one step away, they will be promoted to the seventh-order perfect and semi-sacred fan. Yang Fan's little monster blasted his life.
The crisp bone cracking sound was like that big slap, slapped on their faces fiercely, and their old faces were red and swollen.
Fortunately, they also said that Yang Fan could not pass the level of Fan Chou.
At this moment, the veterans no longer felt that Yang Fan's words at the beginning were an expression of poor skill. This little monster really had the power to single out the Fan family.
Above the void.
Fan An’s brows are already tightly frowning, and there is an unconcealable dignity in his eyes. As Fan Chou’s Laozi and Master, he knows how strong Fan Chou is. The sixth-order consummation and half-holy, that is, the general eighth-order consummation and half-holy can not be so easily, slap it to suppress.
The strength of Yang Fan's junior is so strong that even if he hasn't reached the ninth-order perfect semi-sacred realm, he is afraid that it will not be much worse.
Even if he wants to win, it is not a simple matter.
But can he really win Yang Fan
At this moment, the regret in Fan An's heart is as continuous as a surging river. The master of the pinnacle cultivator has already chased the ninth-level perfect and semi-sage. Once it enters the semi-sacred state, it is even semi-sacred Consummation, how terrifying its combat power should be, I am afraid that ordinary low-level saints may not necessarily be the opponent of this little monster.
For other perfect semi-sages, a great purple aura is extremely difficult, but for this kind of monster, is it difficult
I'm afraid it will just wait for the opening of the Origin Continent.
He really didn't want to fight this battle anymore.
If you win, there is no benefit to the fart, and you may be hated by the monster.
But at this moment...
Yang Fan turned his gaze and seemed to penetrate the barrier around the ring, looking at Fan An who was in a dilemma in the sky, "Fan An, let's go down and fight."
"Fine." Fan An sighed slightly in his heart. Yang Fan has called him to fight him by name. In this battle, he just wants not to fight. Most of their Fan family's face can also be preserved.
If it doesn't work, then... It's not a shame to lose to such a perverted monster, it's better than to completely offend Yang Fan.
After making a decision in his heart, Fan An moved his body and entered the ring.
In an alien space.
"Old Man Fan made the shot himself."
"With the strength of Old Man Fan, he should be able to suppress that little monster."
"This... This should... It shouldn't be a big problem."
The great veterans talked a lot, but the voice was so lacking in confidence. In the past, they never thought that a kid who was less than a hundred years old had the power to challenge Fan An. What kind of world jokes are they? Is cultivating for billions of years for old things in vain
Only today, they really don't have much confidence.
Nothing is impossible on that monster.
Fan Wen, Fan Chou, the living example is right in front of us.
A corner below the ring.
"Old man, can Fan'er really beat this veteran of Fan'an?" Luo Yun said worriedly. Although Yang Fan had already suppressed the three peerless experts of the Fan family, she still didn't have much confidence. Fame, this Fan Ying is a ninth-level consummation and semi-sage, the peerless and powerful person second only to all the saints.
"Old lady, you can rest assured, that Fan An is definitely not the opponent of the Lord." Ku Yuan smiled confidently, full of confidence, the horror of the Lord, he has personally experienced it, that is, it is even worse than the supreme saint. Not much.
Although Fan An is strong, it is a delusion to pass through the heavy legal prohibition and unknowingly remove him from the Sixth Young Master's Palace after a few tens of light years.
The Sixth Young Master Palace was not as Yang Fan had known it decades ago, but was able to resist the attacks of the Great Sage.
Not to mention the ten young master palaces, they are ordinary young master palaces. Once all the formation restrictions are activated, they will be enough to suppress ordinary semi-saint ancestors.
And the ten young master palaces are full of power, that is, the high-level consummated semi-saint capital can't easily break through the defense.
Since he was ordered to sit in the Sixth Young Master Palace, he has activated all the law bans in the Young Master Palace ~. With the powerful formation forces in the Young Master Palace ~, he is a general eighth-level consummation and semi-holy, and he has confidence. Fight with one.
On the ring.
Yang Fan and Fan An are hundreds of miles apart, and face each other.
"His Royal Highness, please." Fan An arched his hand at Yang Fan and said, with a hint of flattery in his voice.
"Huh? It's hard for this old guy to want to be subdued." Yang Fan squinted his eyes and faintly understood Fan An's thoughts, but he wouldn't just let this Fan An go so easily. To be thorough, what an anticlimactic thing is.
What's more, the matter of establishing prestige, but your Fan family first insisted on it.
Yang Fan sneered and said, "Fan An, do it."
"His Royal Highness, be careful."
"Boom~~~"
An eternal divine light suddenly burst out from Fan An's body, and in an instant, it evolved into a terrifying big hand covering the sky. This big hand was shining like white jade and very stable, with a mysterious voice and countless ancient god patterns. Wandering around, the chaotic air currents, swimming in the palm of the palm, look like chaotic real dragons bred from chaos, dancing wildly, twisting, winding....
"Boom~~~"
The big white jade hand pressed down, in all directions, a huge space, like glass, shattered, and the entire ring seemed to be blown by a palm.
"Hiss.... A terrifying power, a trace, just a trace of aura, is enough to crush me thousands of times. It is worthy of being the ninth-ranked consummation and semi-holy after all the saints, terrible, really It's terrible." In all directions, countless half-step holy masters were horrified.
It's just that in the alien space, a group of old monsters frowned, their eyes flashing with doubts, "Strange, what does this old man want to do?" Although this palm is terrifying, it is comparable to the top eight. Half-Holy Consummation is just a full blow, it is not Fan An's true strength at all.
It's too late to say, then soon.
"Rumble..."
Yang Fan also took a palm shot. Under the blessing of the Saint Body of Ten Thousand Beasts, this palm was definitely not much weaker than the big white jade hand, and even a slight victory, easily blocked Fan An's attack.
"Fan An, look down on this seat, right? Show your true strength." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a touch of sorrow flashed in his eyes. For Fan An's subordinates, instead of showing any mercy, Yang Fan felt it was a kind of humiliation instead. Do you need mercy from his men? If you want to lose, you must defeat him at the peak. Such a fake fight is completely an insult to himself.
"What an old man Fan, originally he made this idea."
"It's a pity that they don't accept your love at all."
Hearing that, a group of old monsters also reflected one after another, watching Fan An on the ring flashed a touch of jokes.
"Hey." A ray of helplessness passed through Fan An's eyes. He really didn't want to fight, but there were some things that he couldn't decide.
"His Royal Highness, then you should be careful."