Seven days later, ye Xiaofan traveled tens of thousands of Li and returned to the eastern regions.

"Some white cranes who miss the old man."

"Did that little boy want to die? He even provoked the elder of Wuling Taoist temple. The strength of the elder of Wuling Taoist temple is one of the best in the eastern regions!"

"It seems to be the elder of Wuling Taoist temple. Seeing the power of his hand, it can at least make this square miles into ruins!"

"What is that? Does it come from heaven? "

As Meng Li burst down, the power from his palm directly smashed the houses around him, and the stone slabs of the street continued to crack and then floated up.

"Crackling..."

"Boom..."

Meng Li saw Ye Xiaofan stretch out a finger, trying to take over his whole hand, immediately filled with disdain in his heart, with disdain on his face, and the strength in his hands was even heavier.

"Looking for death!"

To tell you the truth, Meng Li, a five level baby, ye Xiaofan can fight more than ten.

Originally, I had forgotten the old miscellaneous hair of Meng Li, but I didn't expect that the old miscellaneous hair even rushed out to do it by himself.

He is now a sixth grade baby, not the second grade.

Ye Xiaofan holds his small arm and looks up at Meng Li's palm. He has no waves on his face and even wants to laugh.

"Five level baby, very powerful?"

I didn't expect Ye Xiaofan to send him to the door.

It's been too long to wait for this moment.

Meng Li looked at the closer Ye Xiaofan, his heart could not help but rush up a silk of pleasure.

Meng Li dived down, with great inertia, mobilized his whole body's true Qi, raised his hand, condensed his rich Qi, and with a palm on his head, he cleaved toward Ye Xiaofan's heavenly cover.

"Shua!"

"Little beast, take your life!"

Ye Xiaofan just walked a few steps, then he noticed that someone was spying on himself. Then he looked up and happened to see Meng Li, who was coming from the explosion.

"Is that the old bastard again?"

Meng Li sneered and his figure swooped down.

Meng Li scanned the city inside and outside again. In addition to some ordinary people and martial arts, only Ye Xiaofan was left.

"Hum, you little beast, you want to die yourself, but you can't blame me"

"no one!"

Meng Li opened his mind and looked around. Ye Xiaofan was with a group of strong people before. Ghost knows whether those strong people have followed Ye Xiaofan back.

Meng Li Teng ascended into the sky and noticed the familiar figure on the street in the city. He looked down and saw the figure of Ye Xiaofan. The figure stopped.

"It's the little beast!"

"Well?"

When the gate of Wuling Taoist temple opened, a gap appeared in the sky eye array that shrouded the college. Meng Li, holding a volume of ancient books, sneaked out of the gate and fled to the distance.

Looking back on the last time, sitting on the white crane, lying on top of the soft feathers, sleeping and dreaming, he crossed tens of thousands of miles without spending a trace of true spirit, which made Ye Xiaofan itchy.

The eastern region is far away from the endless sea. If ye Xiaofan didn't have the blessing of four spirits, it would have been impossible to fly on his own for such a long time.

Ye Xiaofan went back to the city and looked at the gate of Wuling Taoist temple in the distance. He sighed in his heart.

"I just don't know if I'll have a chance to roast."

"It's arrogant of a little boy to stretch out a finger to resist the elder's attack. It's arrogant. At least he can be beaten to pieces with that palm."

The people around were affected. Fortunately, they were all martial arts people. They didn't get much injury. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were disdainful.

When a child fights with the elder of Wuling Taoist temple, the result is clear at a glance.

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