Ungodly Evil Spirit

"who?"

At the moment when the words appeared, Ye Fan had already burst out of power, and he was ready to fight.

Even though he had just regained consciousness, the strength in Ye Fan's body had already recovered with the help of Wupin Pill Regenerating Pills.

"I slept for seven days and seven nights, and I got up alive, with beautiful women as my company. Your life is very pleasant!"

As the group arrived, the voice appeared again, from a man in a black robe.

The black robe man stood in the first place at the moment, his eyes were like a poisonous snake, staring at Ye Fan fiercely, which made his heart tremble.

"Qiu Zeming!"

As soon as the man appeared, Wang Xinruo let out an exclamation, and her pretty face sank in an instant.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Beauty Wang would actually know her. Today, I only come for Ye Fan, so let's leave when I am acquainted!" Qiu Zeming smiled and said, driving away.

"Xinruo, who is he?"

Seeing Wang Xinruo so nervous, Ye Fan on the side also felt heavy and turned to ask.

"Like Zhu Yuan, he is one of the four masters of the third prince, but his strength is many times stronger than Zhu Yuan, enough to rank in the top fifty of the Profound Hall of God, even if it is my brother, he is not his opponent!" Wang Xinruo explained with a worried expression.

"It's the third prince again!" Hearing these words, Ye Fan's face was completely gloomy. This person was really terrifying. He just woke up, he sent someone to find him, and he didn't give him the slightest opportunity for development.

"Chou Zeming, right? Today's matter has nothing to do with Xinruo. If you want any trouble, come at me!"

Ye Fan took a step forward while speaking. Although the person in front of him gave him an unfathomable feeling, and several of his men were very powerful, Ye Fan's choice was to fight to the death.

"A kid who didn't even reach Vientiane, Zhu Yuan would be killed by someone like you, it's ridiculous!"

Seeing Ye Fan stepping forward, Qiu Zeming smiled disdainfully.

He was not present in the previous battle. This was the first time he saw Ye Fan. From all angles, Ye Fan didn't have the ability to kill Zhu Yuan in the middle stage of the Vientiane Second Layer.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, what nonsense!"

For Qiu Zeming's comment, Ye Fan dismissed it, and took out the Heaven Sword while speaking, and made an attacking posture.

"Is this the Heavenly Sword? It's not bad!" Feeling the powerful sword power oncoming, Qiu Zeming said in a hurry, but there was only the Heavenly Sword in his eyes, and he didn't take Ye Fan's actions to his heart. After a while, he said: "Boy, it is really a violent thing to put the magic weapon in your hand. Only the third prince is worthy to use this sword!"

While speaking, Qiu Zeming also moved, and the power in his body burst out with his surrounding men.

Suddenly, an overwhelming bright force emerged from the top of the mountain, completely breaking the silence.

"Chou Zeming, Ye Fan is already a disciple of Shenxuan, you move him today, are you afraid of the anger of the palace master?"

Seeing that the battle was about to start, Wang Xinruo hurriedly stepped forward, walked to the center of the two sides, and asked Qiu Zeming coldly.

The Profound Palace of Gods is already at the very high altitude of the High Heaven Hall. There are only two hundred disciples in total, and one less is a great loss to the sect. Therefore, the management is more stringent than the hall below. , If there are casualties due to the fighting between the disciples, the Zongmen will inevitably punish them severely.

This was also the main reason why Ye Fan couldn't wait to enter the Profound Hall of God, but he didn't expect the third prince to be so bold.

"Beauty Wang, did I say that I am going to kill Ye Fan today? We are just under the orders of the Third Prince to get what should belong to him, and we have to visit this kid!" Qiu Zeming's face was full of With a playful smile, he looked at Ye Fan's somewhat confused expressions, and then added: "Ye Fan, you killed Zhu Yuan and already angered His Royal Highness Third Prince. His Royal Highness will not let you die so easily. He wants Let you die!"

"Chou Zeming, don't go too far!" Listening to Qiu Zeming's explanation, Wang Xinruo snorted immediately, already angered.

Life is better than death, these four words are more terrifying than death.

"Since you won't kill me, let me kill you!"

Ye Fan was also furious at the moment, but he didn't show it to the outside. After a faint comment, he directly raised his sword and rushed up.

"You two, let him see what power is!" Qiu Zeming didn't plan to take action by himself. He stood still, and behind him two subordinates emerged. They turned into phantoms and attacked Ye Fan. Past.

These two are extremely strong, and their auras are not much worse than Zhu Yuan before.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two of them used their Kongming power to confront Ye Fan's Heavenly Sword dozens of blows in the blink of an eye, but they defeated Ye Fan's fight steadily, and eventually flew out.

"boom!"

Ye Fan fell a hundred meters away and smashed into a strong rock. Looking at the two men with a steady aura in the center, there was a trace of amazement in his eyes.

With his so powerful Heavenly Sword, he couldn't actually shake the two in front of him.

"Boy, although you have become a disciple of the Profound Profound Hall of God, you are just a waste in the Profound Hall of Gods. In the Vientiane Realm, the distance between them is a great difference. Don't think of the Profound Hall of Gods too simple!"

As if feeling Ye Fan's look of astonishment, Qiu Zeming smiled disdainfully, as if to explain.

"Ye Fan, are you okay!"

At this moment, Wang Xinruo had hurried to Ye Fan's side, and said with a worried expression.

Ye Fan shook his head and slowly stood up. With his tyrannical physique, this injury was not a problem.

But Qiu Zeming's words deeply frustrated Ye Fan. He did look at the Profound Hall of God too simple before.

This place is not like the migratory locusts, the strength between the disciples is extremely close, even if they are not beaten, they can protect themselves.

The first disciple and the last disciple of the Profound Palace of Gods, the two may really be like a world, just like Ye Fan and Qiu Zeming in front of him at this moment.

Although the identity is the same, but in terms of strength, even his two subordinates are no match for him, no wonder Qiu Zeming is unwilling to take the shot himself.

"Ye Fan, from now on, my subordinates will come to beat you every day until the third crown prince calms down his anger, but before that, hand over your heavenly sword!"

Qiu Zeming always looked aloof from beginning to end, no matter how powerful Ye Fan was in the temple below, he came to the Shenxuan Temple at this moment, and in front of him, there was a small existence.

"If you want a heavenly sword, then kill me!"

Ye Fan quickly recovered from the frustrated mind. What if the gap is big? His goal is Lingxiao Xianshan, how can he start to retreat in the Shenxuan Temple.

The reason why the gap with Qiu Zeming and the others is so large is that the realm is too low. People are already at the third level of the Vientiane Realm, and Ye Fanshang is still stuck in the first level of Shou, and there is only 8th level. With this calculation, the failure of the battle is reasonable.

This was also the price for Ye Fan to stay in the Potian Temple but chose to enter the Divine Profound Hall. He thought that he could develop peacefully. At this moment, it seemed more threatening than staying in the Potian Temple, because the third prince was too courageous.

"It seems that the beating was not ruthless enough, you two, interrupt his hands and feet to see how arrogant he is!" Qiu Zeming continued to give orders to the two in front of him.

Just as Ye Fan was about to rise up and use his trump card, a voice around him interrupted everyone's movements: "It's really lively here, Qiu Zeming, you are bullying the newcomer again!"