The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

"thump!"

A muffled sound came, but Ye Fan was thrown to the ground by these two guys.

The expressions on the faces of a group of people are even more strange, and these two cultivators who suddenly appeared out of nowhere are actually here to rob them of the magic weapon.

"Run away!"

A cultivator suggested that after 4.5, several cultivators forcibly broke through the coercion of the black emperor and Duan De's saints and wanted to escape from here, but they were facing two real saints, the realm gap. There, even escaping is impossible.

Duan De even just stretched out his hand and gestured a few times in the air. In an instant, a magic circle was trapped outside the square, stopping all those cultivators.

"Want to run? No way! Wang Wang, hand over your precious treasures first!"

The black emperor screamed and rushed over, hammering the heads of these cultivators with his dog paws, and using the strength of saints to bully some of the younger generation who had not yet grown up, it could be said to be ravaged.

The shadow of being ravaged by a dog may remain in the hearts of these people for a long time, lingering for a long time...

Chapter four hundred and fiftieth chapters are not afraid of challenges

Being ravaged by a big black dog at the level of a saint has left a large or small shadow in the hearts of the geniuses who stand at the top of their peers.

Especially the Holy Son of Yaoguang, when he flew back to the ancient city square, everyone could clearly see the marks of being slapped on his face, Ji Ziyue and Ji Changfeng laughed directly. .

The Holy Son of Yaoguang looked at the Black Emperor and the fat Taoist Duan De who were shaving treasures from other cultivators, and said with gnashing teeth.

The holy son of the dignified shaking light of the Holy Land, who may reach the lowest level of the genius of a saint in the future, was actually kicked away by a dog with a bald tail.

If it spreads out, let alone become the laughing stock of everyone, even if it is the status of his own holy son, I am afraid that the elders will re-evaluate.

Thinking of this, the eyes he looked at Ye Fan became gloomy.

Ye Fan, who felt that someone was staring at him behind him, also turned his head, just in time to see Holy Son of Yaoguang staring at him very strangely.

Immediately, Ye Fan understood what was going on.

"Are you planning to vent your anger on me?"

Ye Fan looked at the Holy Son of Yaoguang fearlessly, and asked with a smile.

He and the black emperor Duan De were together, and two saints appeared here unexpectedly, and they wanted to snatch the things they got in the ruins of the ancient city.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang, who was taken away from the Holy Soldier, was looking for soft persimmons to pinch, and naturally it was impossible to find the two saints, Black Emperor and Duan De. In comparison, Ye Fan was much easier to pinch.

Just, is it really so?

"Ye Fan, it's all because of you..."

The Holy Son of Yaoguang, who was greatly insulted, looked at Ye Fan like a wild beast, full of violence and resentment.

The holy light blooms like a star in the sky above the square, making everyone look sideways. The Holy Son of Fluctuation, bathed in holy light in the sky, exudes a divine aura, but the violent face on his face is like a demon in love. is full of contradictions.

"Ye Fan be careful."

Two completely different voices came out one after another, causing all the cultivators in the square to turn their heads unexpectedly, only to see a young man in Chinese clothes and the little devil of the Ji family looking at each other.

"Who is this little girl?"

Xia Jiuyou was puzzled.

"How could Ye Fan know such a sissy?"

Ji Ziyue was also puzzled.

"Wang Wang, it's interesting now hehe..."

Seeing this scene, Hei Huang and Duan De also laughed slyly. From the realm of the two of them, it can be seen that Xia Jiuyou is a woman disguised as a man, and the two little girls may be very interested in Ye Fan.

"Tsk tsk tsk, for things like Peach Blossom Luck, it seems that Ye Fan Xiaoshi is more important than Emperor Xuan..."

Duan De hesitated.

"Damn fat man, be careful that Qin Xuan heard that he buried you."

"Immeasurable his mother's Heavenly Venerate, the Daoist will dig it out if it's a big deal."

The two saints who watched the fun and did not think it was a big deal were talking nonsense, and Ye Fan in the sky was fighting with the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

It has to be said that the Holy Son personally cultivated by the Holy Land cannot be underestimated, and the Holy Son of Yaoguang, who is already in a state of extreme anger, is merciless, and he is determined to take away his holy soldiers from the Black Emperor and slap himself. One tail's resentment was vented on Ye Fan.

"You have enough debts, you have enough!"

Ye Fan, who was inexplicably targeted by the Holy Son of Yaoguang, was also a little annoyed. Seeing that the Holy Son of Yaoguang wanted to kill himself, Ye Fan no longer had any reservations.

At the same time as the sea of ​​​​wheels turned, the mysterious yellow mother energy condensed in Ye Fan's bitter sea instantly split into two strands, lingering on Ye Fan's fists along the movement of divine power, as if forming a pair of fists.

Between the knuckles, the light of the mysterious yellow and two qi flows.

"Wang! Isn't he meowing the black and yellow second energy of the refiner? How could it be in Ye Fan's hands?"

As soon as Mother Xuan Huang's anger appeared, the sharp-eyed Hei Huang and Duan De found out, and almost dropped their eyeballs out of surprise.

Xuanhuang mother qi lingered, and Ye Fan burst out with a fierce aura, accompanied by the overwhelming pressure that crushed the sky and the earth.

Even the cultivators watching the battle in the square could clearly feel it, not to mention the Holy Son of Fluctuation who bore the brunt of it.

"Coffee!"

Ye Fan slammed out a fist, and the fist lingering with Xuanhuang's mother qi directly pierced through the void, and the roar of the tearing space came to the Holy Son of Yaoguang in an instant.

The fist that lingered in the two colors of black and yellow light grew bigger and bigger in the Holy Son's field of vision, and finally smashed directly on the bridge of his nose.