The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Some cultivators with higher cultivation bases couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up directly, intending to use their own realm to suppress the Huafu teenager, but when the two 457 old men next to the Huafu teenager came forward, They all changed their faces.

"Saint...Saint..."

Two equally powerful saints' coercion directly shrouded everyone's heads, pressing the entire inn to a "squeaky" sound, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

As for those cultivators who were planning to use their realm to suppress the youth in Chinese clothing just now, they all fell to the ground under the coercion of the saints, sweating profusely.

"roll."

The two old saints said in unison, and then expressionlessly withdrew the pressure of the saints and retreated directly behind the young man in Chinese clothing.

And those cultivators who were relieved immediately walked out of the inn next to the young man in Chinese clothes with a livid face, and they had no face to stay here again.

In an instant, the only guests in the entire inn were the three young men in Chinese clothes, and Duan De and Ye Fan who were still sweeping the table. The sound forms a strong contrast.

The shop assistant and the innkeeper swept around the two parties, and finally slipped to the back kitchen very smartly.

"You two are really brave."

The young man in Chinese clothing looked at Ye Fan and the others without smiling, and said softly. .

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Ye Fan didn't speak, just sat quietly on the table and drank tea. He didn't pay any attention to the young man in Huafu, and Duan De was even more powerful. From the beginning, he concentrated on fighting the roast chicken and didn't care at all. others.

"Sir, be careful."

An old man of saints reminded the young man of Chinese clothing in a loud voice, because just when they released the pressure of saints, they saw with their own eyes that the fat Taoist priest was not affected at all, while Ye Fan's whole body flashed. The golden light blocked all the pressure of those saints from the outside.

It is absolutely impossible to say that these two are big-hearted.

"It's just a fat man, a brat younger than me, do I still need to worry about it?"

The young man in Chinese clothes had a look of disdain on his face, and he didn't believe what the two people in front of him could do to him. In his opinion, these two people were dressed in rags, and their lives must be poor.That young man who was close to his own age didn't even have the slightest sense of cultivation, and he didn't look like a cultivator at all.

The young man in Chinese clothing walked directly towards Ye Fan's table, raised a white hand and patted it directly. The white light flickered on his hand, and he had used some kind of exercise.

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold in an instant. He didn't expect that this arrogant and domineering young man would act directly, and he didn't even show mercy at all.

Ye Fan's fist collided directly with the palm of the young man in Chinese clothing, golden and white rays of light appeared, and a wave of air rushed out and shattered some of the surrounding tables and chairs.

"When the hell did the fight start?"

Duan De screamed, grabbed a few meat buns and roast chicken, jumped up from the chair, and hid to the side to continue eating.

At this time, even the two old saints were a little shocked. They did not expect that the young man in front of him, who was even younger than his son, was also in the Taoist realm.

"Master, don't underestimate him 々〃!"

"I know."

The face of the young man in Chinese clothes was very ugly, and he directly waved his other hand and patted Ye Fan's chest.

Ye Fan bent his elbows and directly blocked the palm of the young man in Chinese clothing. The two of them rushed out of the sea of ​​bitterness at the same time, and they fought evenly.

Ye Fan took three or four steps back, while the young man in Chinese clothing steadied his feet after taking two steps back.

"Hmph, this son must suppress you, take you back and make you a servant!"

"So domineering, aren't you afraid of hitting yourself in the face?"

Ye Fan shook his head, but retorted expressionlessly.

Although he is now twelve years old, his mind is still an adult, and he is naturally much more stable than the Huafu teenager.

"Slap in the face or not, it's not up to you!"

The young man in Chinese clothing snorted coldly and raised his hands above his head, the white light shone brightly, and then condensed into a stone tablet.

It is engraved with countless dense ancient characters and symbols, full of mysterious Taoism.

"Immeasurable respect for his mother!!"

When the stele appeared, the roast chicken in the hands of Duan De, who was feasting on the side, all fell to the ground. He stared at the stele of unknown grade and only lit up, so he almost rushed to grab it.

"I don't want to provoke you, but you still want to target me, there's no reason to endure it."

Not to be outdone, Ye Fan directly ran the "Dao Jing" to release the vision of the golden wrathful sea, and suddenly the raging sea of ​​rage swept the entire inn, shrouding everyone in this golden light.

"It's actually a vision of the sea of ​​bitterness!"

The two old saints were horrified at the same time, faintly running their own exercises, and made plans to take action if the situation was wrong.

Although the young man in Chinese clothing is in the realm of the Taoist Palace, it seems that his control over this mysterious stone tablet is not complete enough. Even after he sacrificed the stone tablet, his face instantly turned pale, and he swayed the stone tablet towards Ye Fan with difficulty.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, directly using a pair of flesh fists to meet the stone tablet that was photographed towards his Tianling Gai.

The white light and the golden light collided at the same time, directly overturning the roof of the entire inn.

When the light dissipated, Ye Fan stepped back and bumped into the chair, and the whole person's breath was a little sluggish, and even the golden sea of ​​suffering vision could not be maintained;

The young man in Chinese clothes was also having a hard time. The stone tablet he sacrificed had disappeared. At the same time, his face was so pale that he was helped by two old saints to retreat.

This confrontation turned out to be a lose-lose.

"Get out of the way, my son will never lose to him."

The young man in Chinese clothes broke away from the two old saints beside him, stood up staggeringly and said to Ye Fan, as if he was very dissatisfied with Ye Fan's ability to block his stone tablet's attack with his fists.

However, only Ye Fan himself knew that he had just motivated the remaining true blood power after the attack on the Dao Palace realm in time to resist the mysterious stone tablet, otherwise he would not just end up like this.