Chapter 487
Murong Bailang was stunned by Ye Xiaofan's words, and he felt a little angry. He is a majestic half-step baby-turned-powerful person, and he has been in charge of the Houtu Xingzong for thousands of years. In the entire Eastern Region, someone with a higher status than him, I guess Hasn't come out of the womb yet.

What he gave, he never said that he would take it back. The healing pill in his hand is a fourth-grade pill, which is very precious, and can revive the dead.

Unexpectedly, since Ye Xiaofan refused him so cleanly, he didn't give him any face.

"The old man endured it."

Murong Bailang thought of what was on Ye Xiaofan's body, and suppressed his anger in his heart.

"Shut up, I want to apologize to my little friend soon."

Murong Bailang's face turned serious, and he turned his head and glared at Shen Gaojie.

"Too..."

Shen Gaojie scolded him vigorously, and being stared at by Murong Bailang, he almost lost his soul.

Shen Gaojie was shocked and angry in his heart, the one who was shocked was Murong Bailang's stare, which was like a sword piercing his soul fiercely.

Annoyed, he helped Murong Bailang go out to save face, but Murong Bailang still glared at him.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

Due to Murong Bailang's strong oppression, Shen Gaojie could only grit his teeth, his face turned pale, he clenched his fist at Ye Xiaofan, and turned his head to the other side.

"Hey, that old bald donkey, I didn't hear what you said just now, can you speak louder, didn't you eat?"

Ye Xiaofan looked at Shen Gaojie playfully.

"you!"

"Shen Gaojie!"

Shen Gaojie wanted to say something, but was glared at by Murong Bailang again, and almost fell from the sky.

"Little bastard, wait for me, I won't kill you, I have a younger surname than yours!"

Shen Gaojie's fists under his sleeves were clenched, his body trembling with anger, and his heart was full of resentment.

Who is he, the ninth-level Nascent Soul powerhouse, the existence that swept across the entire Eastern Region, those leaders of the Vajra Sect, Ice Palace, Wuling Dao Academy and other forces, they all saluted in fear when they saw him.

He even asked him to apologize to a little kid, and the apology was fine, but he didn't expect that little kid to hit the snake on the pole and intentionally make things difficult for him.

"sorry!"

Shen Gaojie gritted his teeth, cupped his fists and saluted Ye Xiaofan, fearing that Ye Xiaofan would continue to make things difficult, the voice of apologizing was mixed with [-]% genuine energy, trembling in all directions, even the air produced ripples.

"Isn't this the voice of the second elder of the inner sect?"

On the mountainside of the Houtu Xingzong, an old man dressed as a disciple serving as a handyman just came out of the sect and was about to clean the steps on the mountain.

Hearing this sound, he was almost shocked to the point of bleeding.

If Ye Xiaofan saw this person, he would definitely recognize him, this person was the force of the ordinary hermit sect who escaped from Ye Xiaofan that day.

It took a lot of effort to come to Houtu Xingzong, and spent more than 1000 years of savings to purchase a fourth-order middle-grade magic weapon from Fengyuan Business Alliance.

The elder who bribed Houtu's whereabouts finally entered the sect as a servant disciple.

For Meng Li, he was angry and angry. He entered the Houtu Xingzong just to find someone to help him avenge and kill Ye Xiaofan for him, not to be a handyman disciple.

It is very insulting and a waste of strength for a dignified five-level Nascent Soul master to be a handyman disciple.

However, Vigorously discovered a secret of the sect. While cleaning the library, he heard the private conversations of those elders. Treasure entrance.

(End of this chapter)

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