The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Hehe, your Excellency is the elder of the inner court? This matter is completely a misunderstanding, why don't we both leave on our own?"

Fan Tuo quickly squeezed out a smile and said.

"Hey, Sect Master Fan Lao, you are wrong. This is not a misunderstanding. I am Xu Yi, whom you have been looking for for a long time but have not found. How can revenge for killing a son be regarded as a misunderstanding?"

Xiao Yan seriously corrected Fan Lao's words.

Fan Lao's expression froze, then he returned to normal and said, "Ling'er died of self-cultivation obsession, and has nothing to do with Mr. Xu Yi."

"Huh? Xiao Yan? Xu Yi? What the hell is this?"

Elder Liu Ying behind Xiao Yan was dumbfounded.

"It's amazing, I can bear this."

Xiao Yan could not help but muttered as he watched his provocation fail.

"Then since we have not misunderstood, Sect Master Fan Lao can do me a favor."

Xiao Yan thought for a while and said with a smile.

"Mr. Xu Yi, please ask."

Fan Lao's expression was as usual.

"I heard that Sect Master Fan Yao just kindly invited Elder Liu Ying to stay in the Blood Sect for two days, so how about I also invite Sect Master Fan Lao to stay in our inner courtyard for two days now? Reciprocity."

Xiao Yan clapped his hands and said.

"Hehe, Elder Xu Yi was joking."

Fan Yao forced a smile.

"Go to the inner courtyard for a short stay for two days? Are you kidding? I don't know how many lives I have in my hands. Even the elders of the inner courtyard have secretly killed one. If I go to the inner courtyard, I won't be killed by those sense of justice. The surplus old guys were beaten to death."

"I'm not joking, you have to go today, or you have to go if you don't."

Xiao Yan suddenly put away his smile and said solemnly.

"Then Elder Xu Yi means that there is nothing to talk about?"

Fan Yao said with an ugly expression.

For a while, the situation was no longer the same, and Yan Yan, who was talking and laughing before, suddenly became tense.

The three blood sect elders behind Fan Lao made eye contact again.

Elder Wang: "There are two five-star Douhuangs on the opposite side. We only have one four-star Douhuang and three Douwangs. It seems that Fan Lao, a street-smart guy, is going to run away."

Hao Han: "Fan Lao will definitely use his tail to survive and leave us to block the gun. Why don't we kill him directly, and it's not that we want to arrest the elder of the inner court."

Han Luo: "Yes, kill him!"

"Then let's fight!"

Fan Yao grinned ferociously.

He didn't get his reputation as the suzerain of the Fan Consumption Blood Sect by wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"You three hold back that weird blue wolf for me."

Fan Lao gave instructions to Elder Wang and the three of them.

"Yes, Sect Master."

Elder Wang and the three looked at the azure giant wolf tremblingly. Fortunately, the wolf spirit's eyes stayed on Xiao Yan's body on the field, which made the three elders breathe a sigh of relief.

It would be great not to face this monster head on.

"Let me take a look at the capacity of the elders in the inner courtyard."

The aroused ferocity of Fan Yao's right leg bent and he half-kneeled in the void, his right hand was raised above his head in a projection shape.

"Buzz!"

With the continuous output of the bloody battle energy in Fan Lao's body, a blood spear with brighter colors is slowly taking shape in his hand.

"Heh, is that why you kneel down to me?"

Xiao Yan put his hands on his shoulders and smiled lowly.

"You...you don't want to use your tongue!!"

Fan Lao's face turned blue and he resisted vomiting blood and said impulsively.

"Well, you go on."

Xiao Yan spread his hands casually.

"Damn it, you've been underestimated!"

Fan Lao, who was filled with grief and indignation, began to crazily inject the battle energy in his body into the bloody spear in his hand, and his face became paler.

"Buzz!"

The blood-colored spear that absorbed a lot of energy twisted slightly in Fan Lao's hand twice, causing the space to ripple for a while.Finally, the sharp and sharp blood-colored spear stopped absorbing external energy.

Fan Lao firmly grasped the bloody spear that was jumping in his hand and seemed to be struggling to leave, looked at Xiao Yan and smiled and said, "Let you taste the price of belittling me."