Defying Mad God

Chapter 295

The two looked up and saw a beam of white light lit up above the night sky. Three winged Fire Birds came, behind them were the glaze car, the body was bright, and the white glaze was scattered, more than anyone who was present. Amazing.

“Fuck! How come you are sitting in the glazed war chariot, what a cow?” Fan Yujiang was upset.

There are also particular about riding a car, such as Li Qiutian and Feng Luo. As Prince, they only ride eight horses instead of nine horses, which is respect for Lord of Divine Country.

And Myriad Soul Holy Son and its high-profile, that glass war chariot, flame wing bird, that can only ride in the extreme powerhouse, the appearance is very high-profile.

A slender figure man strode out, about XNUMX years old, his jaw was square, his eyes were clear, and the dashing eyebrows flew obliquely, very handsome.

But the whole person gives a kind of instrument Yuxuan Ang. At first glance, it is the style of a master and a leader.

This person is Myriad Soul Holy Son. Since the youth generation has not seen him, he has appeared in front of the world today, and his extremely high-profile appearance makes people see that he is confident and powerful.

Myriad Soul Holy Son’s eyes stayed on Nangong Ying and Qing Ming, but for others, he didn’t even look at them.

This made Li Qiutian and the others Prince narrow his eyes slightly.

Nowadays, their opportunities are not small, especially in Nether City, they have gained peerless inheritance. As long as they grow up, no one dares to underestimate.

Xuan Qing has always been mysterious, and it is rumored that he got everything left by his ancestors. The cultivation base is only strong and does not belong to anyone.

The teenager Mu Yan is also behind Myriad Soul Holy Son. His face has been healed, and his hands have been safely connected, sweeping everyone, wondering if the person who shamed him has arrived.

“He didn’t come.” Mu Yan clenched his fists.

Myriad Soul Holy Son landed on the pavilion, Cheng Xueyi walked with the glass and talked to him, and sometimes Cheng Xueyi smiled.

Almost all the people who should have come.

“So! The feast begins.”

Cheng Xueyi smiled glamorously, her figure was seductive, and a group of pampered young master expression was confused and bewildered.

But just then, the indifferent Myriad Soul Holy Son drank the wine in the glass, saying at a moderate pace: “Wait! Before I do, I will kill someone.”

Needless to say, everyone knew who he was going to kill.

Before the banquet was watched, things had already spread. Wang Fan is going to fight today.

“Myriad Spirit Desolate Body is not here, I must be afraid of Holy Son’s might and dare not come.” Previously, the man who sent a letter to Wang Fan said respectful with a smile.

In another pavilion, Fatty Fan was biting a chicken leg, and his tender hands were full of oil. He said with a sneer: “My big brother did not receive the invitation, why are you here?”

The delivery man glanced at him and said, “This person is extremely arrogant and doesn’t put anyone in his eyes at all, and his identity is completely incompatible with these feasts, isn’t he?”

Fatty Fan couldn’t listen anymore, and slammed the table and shouted, “You are not in line with your status. A group of black people will only show your identity garbage.”

“What did you say!” The man immediately became furious, and on his side young, talented people were also furious.

Fatty Fan threw away the chicken drumsticks, said with a sneer: “I want to say it again? Why do you come here as a group of black people? Is there a young man among the thousand? Who among you can rank among the thousand? Inside? Not a bunch of black people, what is it? “

The feast has not yet begun, and the medical smell is about to explode.

“Then what Myriad Spirit Desolate Body, in my opinion, is the rat that’s all called by street people.” Some young people said cold and severe.

“Yes, a phyivique that cannot be cultivated, it is good luck for him to reach Treasure Manifestation Realm, my cultivator, it is impossible to stay in place, and everyone will surpass him sooner or later.”

Indeed, no one believes that Wang Fan can break the rule, but only luck.

“Don’t forget, Myriad Spirit Desolate Body is a minion in Overlooking East, and I’ll get a few to play someday,” said a younger master lazily

The more these people talked, the more they almost shit about Myriad Spirit Desolate Body.

Fan Yujiang just opened his mouth, where they were said, his face was ugly, and he could not wait to kill it with a single sword, and cut off the tongues of these black people.

“Before people come, don’t make a conclusion.” Cheng Xueyi said without a stand, with a smile.

Xuan Meng was also watching all around, not seeing Wang Fan’s silhouette, slightly disappointed.

When Wang Fan didn’t show up, Myriad Soul Holy Son pats Mu Yan’s shoulder said, “Just be bitten by a dog, and I’ll look for him to liquidate.”

Mu Yan clenched his fists, and if Wang Fan were here, he could not wait to eat the flesh of the other.

His reputation was ruined here by Wang Fan, and he clenched his fists and said, “What a matter! If you grow up, I will kill him myself.”

“Wang … Wang Fan is here!” Someone outside Moon Square Villa shouted nervously.

Everyone forgot to see it, and saw Wang Fan step on void and walked in the night sky, watching him leisurely, as if passing by here, there is a sense of walking life.

Beside Wang Fan, a fifteen-year-old delicate and pretty boy, Wang Shichuan, looked at Wang Fan with excitement, the expression of admiration in his eyes.

Everyone’s eyes were on the young man. Somehow, Wang Fan was not a demon like the legend, but had a deep and intriguing gesture.

Seeing Wang Fan finally coming, Xuan Meng on the VIP pavilion also showed a sweet smile.

This scene was caught in Li Qiutian’s eyes, and his fist was clenched subconsciously.

The eyes of Nangong Ying, Gu Xiao, Qing Ming, Xuan Qing, Feng Luo, Qin Qianhan, and the others looked towards Wang Fan’s expression, and various emotions appeared on everyone’s faces.

“Wang Fan! How dare you come, why have you been here without an invitation?” The man who delivered the letter stood up angrily.

Wang Fan shook his head, and said, “No, no, no! I didn’t mean to attend your banquet at all. This Young Master just came to fulfill his promise that’s all, beat the dog, and go home to sleep.”

Everyone heard, look at each other in shock, this Wang Fan is really not ordinary arrogance.

Wang Fan yawned, held his head in both hands, looked towards Myriad Soul Holy Son on the pavilion, and Mu Yan with his fist clenched and eyes Scarlet Red.

“Go, hit him.”

Wang Fan pats Wang Shichuan’s shoulder.

Wang Shichuan excitedly nodded, took a step forward, and said in a contemptuous tone: “The puppy above, come out and give the Master a meal.”

“Puchi!” Some people hold back and laugh, especially the aristocratic women, who didn’t hold back for a while and laughed wildly.

“courting death.”

Mu Yan was violently throbbing, his lungs were about to explode, and he stared at Wang Shichuan.

Since Heaven and Earth seems to be recovering, the younger generation ’s cultivation base has skyrocketed, and at the age of fifteen, it is possible to step into the Treasure Manifestation Realm world, which was impossible before.

Mu Yan also ignored the big brother’s face and rushed down to fight Wang Shichuan.

“Boss is here, there is something delicious.” Fatty Fan beckoned Wang Fan.

(End of this chapter)