My Chat Group Can't Be So Pitiful

Based on the principle that if you can make good friends, you will not make bad friends, the Yuhua suzerain is going to cover Ye Fan's words first.

How could Ye Fan fail to see what Suzerain Yuhua was thinking, but the opportunity to pretend to be 13 was thrown in front of him, so it would be impolite not to pretend.

"Hehe, Ye has already said that he came here today to challenge the masters of all races."

"As for the reason... Ye Mou just wants to beat everyone to death today, or be beaten to death by everyone!"

Ye Fan stood on the ring with a smile, and said to the Yuhua Sect Master in a cold tone.

This wave of show is still thousands of miles away, and the show is solidly shown on the face of every loyal fan.

Perhaps it was overwhelmed by the wild words, and everyone present fell into silence for a while.

"You must know that many of the family's children present are in retreat, and it is impossible to leave them all because of a word from fellow Taoist. That would do them all harm but no benefit. I hope you can understand." Yuhua Sect Master said very well implicit.

"Ye Mou never overpowers others. If Ye Mou puts Ye Mou in the arena, other masters will naturally come to challenge, not bad for those of you who are retreating. Ye Mou's strength is enough to crush all the strong people here. They can't get out. Exiting customs has no effect on this result."

After Ye Fan said these words, he was outraged by the public, and the melon-eaters in the audience called him arrogant and domineering.

"Come and teach this arrogant kid a lesson personally."

"It's so annoying. The Tianjiao of the Faerie Clan, isn't it said that the Faerie Clan is the strongest holy spirit?"

"It's okay to come to a fairy from Zixiamen, just so that we can also see the demeanor of these fairies."

"Anyone is fine, hurry up and fuck him!"

The master of Yuhua's face was gloomy and cold. Even if Xu Kun attacked him just now, he was not as angry as he is now. This young man from Ye Fan is challenging the authority of their ten thousand races in the fairy land. Even if he is killed in the ring today I am afraid that Wanzu will become the laughing stock of the world in the future.

"Little friend is too arrogant. You really don't save any sympathy. There are countless masters in my clan. Could it be that you can beat them all?"

"Ye only fights against the top experts, and the rest of the mediocre people don't come to the stage to take their own humiliation."

"Come on, go, call Tonger."

"Yes!"

"Since Xiaoyou is determined to challenge the Ten Thousand Races, then I won't embarrass you. I have asked my disciples to invite the Tianjiao of my sect to fight with you. I only hope that you can keep your promise. If my disciples The formation that the disciple wins belongs to my Yuhua Sect."

"It's natural."

The elders of the big masters and clans in the audience reacted instantly, and said to the old fox secretly, the purpose of their coming here is for that formation. At this moment, the master of the feathered sect has seized the initiative to grasp the initiative of the words without a trace, and they also started to panic up.

"Go and invite your big brother!"

"Call Xing'er!"

"Send an order to go back, let Xiao Wu leave the customs immediately, come here quickly, it is related to the prosperity of the family, and there is no room for sloppy!"

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With the beginning of the Ascension Sect Master, the other sect masters also asked their disciples to quickly return to the clan to send a message to invite the Tianjiao out of the clan.

This formation is inevitable for all major families today.

Of course, what they want is not just formations. Ye Fan can take out such formations at will, which means that he must have many other good things.

Although Ye Fan let go of his harsh words, the masters can also play, but the arena is still a contest between young people, and they will never be ashamed to come on stage.

The senior officials of the major families and sects all looked at Ye Fan with cold eyes. The previous few episodes were just a joke, and the next one is the real thing. Other geniuses are not of the same order.

From their point of view, Ye Fan is already a dead person, and what they are thinking about now is how to get as much benefit as possible from the other party.

Tianyi: [Great Emperor, I feel like they've got you covered. 】

Lin Feng: [Hehe, how do these mortals know how powerful the group leader is. 】

Misaka Mikoto: [I don't think this movement is very loud, can this news reach Lin Feng? 】

Ye Fan: [Don't worry, the highlight will be the arrival of the geniuses of all races. 】

Looking at the surrounding situation, I feel that almost all the people in the city are gathered here, and the head is black and black, and the edge can't be seen at a glance.

This can be considered a grand event, right?

When Ye Fan defeated the arrogance of all races and walked out of the city gate in a fair manner, it would really be a big event.

The actions of all races off the field were very fast, and within a few breaths, dozens of streamers of light flew across the sky and landed on the sides of the masters.

The Tianjiao of all ethnic groups came to the scene, and the audience was silent. This lineup is really too strong. The invisible aura of these dozens of young people standing side by side will overwhelm the melon-eating crowd present.

"Everyone, I think you already know the situation here, and I won't talk nonsense, which one of you will play first?" The Yuhua Sect Master came out to preside over the overall situation.

"The disciple is not talented, and I would like to share the worries of the Patriarch!" A white-clothed disciple stood up.

He is the arrogance of Yuhua Sect, named Yuan Tong, a genius boy who was born in the Yuan Ying stage, but now he has entered the Mahayana stage at the age of 23, and is a candidate for the next suzerain.

"That's right, you are indeed a disciple of my Yuhua Immortal Sect, go and fetch the formation map for the sect." The Yuhua Sect Master was very satisfied with the performance of his disciples.

"Yes!"

The rest of the races were envious and couldn't help but secretly complain that the disciples of their own sect didn't seize the opportunity to win the first prize.

Yuan Tong came to the ring with a shaky figure, and this wave of movement made the melon-eaters in the audience amazed again and again.

They didn't even see Yuantong's actions clearly, and he had already appeared on the stage.

Yuan Tong cupped his hands: "I am the Immortal Sect Yuan Tong, please enlighten me."