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The two turned their heads to look.

I saw this time. Behind the two, there is a woman walking around the crowd, she is wearing a tulle purple skirt, black silk like a waterfall, her exposed jade legs are slender and round, her face is beautiful, a pair of eyes are like being able to hook the soul, and her smile is charming, which can be described as a demon

Peerless.

"Zhao Mei'er!"

Yuan Badao was like falling into an ice cave, and quietly signaled to Chen Fan that this was the best among the younger generation of the Fufeng Sect, and then shouted with a frightened face: "Fairy spare your life, we have no intention of offending you true monarchs!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Mei'er was extremely charming, but her face was indifferent: "No matter whether you have offensive intentions in your heart, how can I be a true monarch of my sect that you can talk about like ants!"

"This ......"

As soon as this remark came out.

The surrounding monks immediately shut their mouths.

"Huh!"

On the other side, Chen Fan didn't move, but Yuan Badao knelt on the ground at a jaw-dropping speed, and looked at Zhao Mei'er with a flattering face: "Fairy, it's me who is offended, and I will never talk about the true monarch again in the future, please ask the fairy to forgive me!"

While saying.

He pulled Chen Fan hard and motioned for him to kneel as well.

"After that, today I want you to know the price of vainly discussing my Sect True Monarch," but Zhao Mei'er ignored his flattering look at all, and smiled coldly: "Abolish your cultivation, remember it well, this time is different from the past!"

"Sting!"

Her voice just fell.

A purple long whip whipped towards Yuan Badao, tearing through the void, exuding an aura that made the peak power of the Transformation God palpitate, which was obviously a treasure.

"It's going to ...... Liwei!"

See here.

The monks around him stared at him.

In fact, there are countless people around the square, such as Yuan Badao, and this matter can hardly be regarded as a major event, but Zhao Meier behaved like this......

There is only one reason.

She wants everyone to know that from now on, the Fufeng Sect will be different from the past, and will be promoted to one of the foundation-level forces, and no one will be allowed to be disrespectful in the slightest...... Stand up naked!

"Bang!"

But the next moment.

Everyone's pupils shrank, because the purple long whip did not hit Yuan Badao, and was slapped away by a palm, it was the savage-like young man next to Yuan Badao. "Transformation Peak Power?" Zhao Mei'er's gaze was also condensed, as if she was a little surprised by Chen Fan's cultivation, but then glanced at him: "What? Do you think that with your peak power of transforming gods, you can disobey the majesty of my Fufeng Sect...... On your knees

！”

Let's talk about it.

She snorted coldly.

is obviously a charming woman, but her actions make people feel worried.

"It's so majestic," Chen Fan smiled faintly, looked at her and said slowly: "Let me kneel, I'm afraid not only you, but even your Fufeng Sect can't bear it." ”

"Wow!"

As soon as this remark came out.

The surrounding monks suddenly broke out into an uproar, and Yuan Badao's old face twitched even more, and he lowered his voice and shouted to Chen Fan: "Fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive...... The old man wants to live a few more years!"

Speaking of which, in the end.

There was almost a hint of crying in his voice.

This is not only disrespectful to Zhao Meier, but even disrespectful to Fufeng Sect!

"You are looking for death!" and Zhao Mei'er's face was as cold as ice in an instant, but then, she smiled coquettishly, her snow-white neck was slightly raised, and her voice was raised: "Do you know that what you offended is a bottom-level force!"

"Sting!"

At the same time, the purple long whip was raised again, wanting to draw it towards Chen Fan.

"Heritage-level forces?" everyone's eyes froze.

Now, although the Fufeng Sect is almost certain to be the next foundation-level force, it is not after all, but Zhao Meier has obviously substituted herself into the role.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Zhao, what's the matter with anger?"

But what made everyone's eyes flash was that this time, the purple whip did not fall, because a hearty laugh came from the front.

Saw.

More than a dozen figures came from the square, all of them were young men and women, all of them were extraordinary, exuding a powerful aura all over their bodies, and before that, it was a handsome man in white clothes like snow at the front who spoke.

"Fufeng Sect Tianjiao!"

Everyone's expressions were stunned. These people are also the leaders of the younger generation of the Fufeng Sect, and to this day, their identities are even more extraordinary, especially the man in the middle, who is Zhang Lingye, the grandson of the Cold Flame True Monarch, the first person of the younger generation of the Fufeng Sect, and may even become the heir of the foundation-level forces in the future

, compete with Mu Yunxuan, Meng Tuo, Taiqing Saintess and others!

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhao Mei'er's eyes flashed, a charming smile appeared on her face, and she said in a delicate voice: "The two ants are noisy, they dare to talk about your true monarchs, the slave family is trying to teach the elders a lesson!"

I have to say.

Zhao Mei'er's posture was charming, her eyes were like water at this time, and her voice was soft, which made the hearts of all the monks itch.

"So. ”

Hearing Zhao Mei'er's words, Zhang Lingye nodded, with a warm smile, like a spring breeze, and looked at everyone: "What a big deal my Tao is, it turns out that it is just a few words, it is nothing, don't take it to heart." ”

"Whew!"

The surrounding monks all breathed a sigh of relief and nodded secretly.

This Zhang Lingye has an extraordinary bearing, and he deserves to be the first person of the younger generation of the Fufeng Sect!" "It's just a fellow Daoist," but speaking of this, Zhang Lingye's eyes turned and looked at Chen Fan, as if he was smiling: "You said before, let you kneel, I Fufeng Sect can't bear it, this is serious, even if Ling Ye doesn't want to do it, he can't let it go today."

The majesty of my Fufeng Sect has been provoked!"

"Exactly!"

The monks nodded.

This savage boy is too arrogant to speak!

Zhang ...... Young Master Zhang, Tuoba Daoist did not intend to offend, it is really ...... Born in a wild land, you haven't understood the world!" and Yuan Badao broke out in a cold sweat, his expression changed, and finally shouted.

"Get on your knees. ”

But Zhang Lingye just looked at Chen Fan indifferently.

"Huh?" However, what made his face slightly gloomy was that Chen Fan didn't look at him at all, just glanced at the square, where a group of true monarchs were in place. "Fellow Daoist, don't make a mistake about yourself," Zhang Lingye didn't seem to be angry, and his tone was still flat: "I help the Wind Sect, and I intend to win the foundation-level power, and today's ceremony is even more extraordinary, you should be punished for such remarks, I see that it is not easy for you to meet, but I can spare your life."

Don't kill yourself!"

"This ......"

Everyone's expressions froze.

Although Zhang Lingye is not as aggressive as Zhao Mei'er, it is obvious that the arrogance in his heart is not less than half a point less than Zhao Mei'er, and he completely regards himself as the heir of the foundation-level power...... Today, he also wants to establish his authority for the Fufeng Sect!

"Get on your knees!"

"Cultivate at your own expense, otherwise you will be killed!"

Not only him, but the other dozen or so Fufeng Sect disciples were also cold, looking at Chen Fan's eyes full of murderous aura, but some people's faces were somewhat proud.

"Get out. But the next moment, everyone's faces froze, because in the face of this scolding, Chen Fan just waved his hand and spoke slowly.

"Presumptuous!"

In an instant.

Before everyone could react, on Zhang Lingye's body, a terrifying true element intertwined with cold and blazing heat had already surged out and surged towards Chen Fa, as if they were going to directly strangle him here.

"Boom!" And his strength is indeed extraordinary, the true yuan is as vast as the sea, and there are two laws of extreme ice and extreme flame circulating in the void, making the peak power of the god show fear.

"Today's ceremony begins here!"

But at this moment, a majestic voice came from the sky above the square, which shocked the entire Fufeng Sect and made everyone's eyes glaze: This much-anticipated Fufeng Ceremony is about to officially begin!

"Bang!"

Zhang Lingye hesitated, but in the end, the true yuan of his body slowly dissipated.

"Count your creation," but when he looked at Chen Fan again, his previous gentle gaze faintly flashed with a killing intent, and he said indifferently: "But this matter is not over, offending the coercion of my sect, after the ceremony, you ...... What are you going to do?"

He froze in the middle of his words.

At this moment, the faces of Zhao Mei'er, Yuan Badao, the Fufeng Sect Tianjiao, and many monks around them were also frozen.

Because Chen Fan had risen to the sky and swept towards the square, at the same time, a thunderous voice shook the heavens and the earth: "Today's ceremony, there is no need to start. ”