As a veteran of Taizhang Daoist Academy, when has he been so despised by a younger generation like Chen Fan?

Chen Fan's words, in Zuo Qingcheng's eyes, were completely deliberate provocations.

Zuo Qingcheng was so angry that his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted coldly.

"Chen Fan, you are just a newcomer to the realm of Sanhua Gathering Peak, and you dare to argue with me? You have targeted me Taizhang Daoyuan several times, I am worried that I will not have a chance to kill you, a thief, today I want to see who will save you!"

From several Xuanying elders of Taizhang Daoyuan, to the-for-tat confrontation with the Zi family later, even including the use of the body of Xiaoyao Zhenren, attracting the spied eyes of the demon fetus and pitting the Taizhang Daoist Academy.

Directly caused the vitality of Taizhang Daoist Academy to be greatly injured, and the top masters suffered heavy losses.

The responsibility for all these losses was all counted on Chen Fan's head by Zuo Qingcheng.

Everything is because of Chen Fan's appearance, which makes Taizhang Daoist Academy become so passive and suffer heavy losses.

Chen Fan sneered and smiled, "It's just that you are a person from the Taizhang Dao Academy, who is too domineering to cause such a situation, but you want to press the sins you provoked on the heads of others, and the Taizhang Dao Academy is just relying on the fact that you are located in the ancient land of the Tianxuan Continent, and it is just rich in heritage!"

Chen Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zuo Qingcheng, and stood in mid-air, overlooking his feet, above his head, in an instant, three giant flowers bloomed one after another, enveloping the entire sky.

The three giant flowers that were almost condensed appeared, which made Zuo Qingcheng a little surprised.

The volume and shape of Chen Fan's three giant flowers made Zuo Qingcheng feel a little frightened in his heart.

After all, the powerhouse of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak Realm has an easy way to judge the level of strength, which is to look at the volume of the three giant flowers condensed by the other party.

The larger the volume, the more sufficient the energy, and the higher the degree of condensation, indicating the stronger the stability of the opponent's Sanhua Gathering Realm.

Zuo Qingcheng didn't know why Chen Fan's strength realm was so strong, but it didn't affect Zuo Qingcheng's vigilance against Chen Fan.

No wonder I dare to call the battle directly, and sure enough, there are some doorways.

But after all, it is the old Sanhua gathering power, even if Chen Fan's strength is strong enough, it still does not make Zuo Qingcheng have any fear.

"Chen Fan, is this what you rely on? I want to see how much weight your strength has!"

In an instant, the wind suddenly rose, the clouds and thunder rolled, and a huge purple palm slapped down towards the top of Chen Fan's head from mid-air.

The purple giant palm, covering hundreds of miles, was throbbing with wind and thunder, making the surrounding space a little distorted.

Chen Fan silently stared at the purple giant palm that came to the top, and the corners of his mouth slightly provoked a trace of sneer.

"This is your Zuo Qingcheng's strength, but that's it!"

As Chen Fan's words fell, a golden palm rose against the storm.

It continued to fly from above Chen Fan's arm, and quickly slapped towards Zuo Qingcheng's purple giant palm.

Rumble!

Between heaven and earth, there was like a thunderclap.

In the midst of the clouds and mist, the fierce evil qi scattered and rushed in all directions, and the majestic and fierce power, like sharp arrows, penetrated the clouds and mist between heaven and earth, and made bursts of power roaring.

Zuo Qingcheng was also bombarded by Chen Fan's palm, and he took a few steps back.

In addition to being shocked, Zuo Qingcheng also realized that Chen Fan at this time already had the confidence to argue with him.

"No wonder I dare to find the mountain gate of my Taizhang Daoist Academy, it seems that I still have some strength!"

Zuo Qingcheng snorted coldly, "But you only have such a little strength, so let's take your life!"

In a flash. Zuo Qingcheng made up his mind, Chen Fan's strength realm was too fast, which made Zuo Qingcheng have a sense of nervous crisis.

In Zuo Qingcheng's opinion, if he couldn't kill Chen Fan this time, it would definitely become the biggest and most troublesome trouble for his Taizhang Daoist Academy in the future.

Rather than this, it is better to kill Chen Fan in one fell swoop before he has fully grown up.

At this moment, Zuo Qingcheng made a killing move against Chen Fan.

Chen Fan is not like this, Zuo Qingcheng attacked the Zi family for no reason, and at that time he thought about asking for his own life, and targeted himself several times, and now the two of them are already undying enemies.

Zuo Qingcheng's thoughts, Chen Fanzi is clearer.

The giant palm flew over, the roar rumbled, and every time the giant palm collided, the heaven and the earth changed color.

The palm power of Crash Flying, like a turbulent current, the surrounding trees, soil and rocks, dancing wildly with the chaotic force, crashing and flying.

Chen Fan also knew that at this time, the best way was not to resist Zuo Qingcheng, but looking at Zuo Qingcheng's posture, it seemed that he had come up with a desperate momentum.

Chen Fan glanced back at the situation around him.

His two zombie puppets were still bombarding the mountain protection formation of Taizhang Daoyuan with all their might.

Those Taizhang men who followed Zuo Qingcheng saw that the two zombie puppets were constantly bombarding the mountain protection array, but because there were ethereal people standing on the side to cheer, no one went up to stop them.

I don't know if it's Taizhang's disciple who is too confident in his family's mountain protection formation, or because he is afraid of the threat of the ethereal son's strength.

On the contrary, it was Zang Feng and Situ Yunkong, who no longer knew how far they had gone when they had entered the Taizhang Daoist Academy.

However, at this time, it is not a casual waste of time, Chen Fan still wants to follow him into the Taizhang Daoist Academy to reap a little more benefits.

After all, the Taizhang Taoist Academy has accumulated thousands of years of accumulation, and there are definitely not a few good things.

Chen Fan didn't want Zang Feng, the old guy, to take advantage of it alone, in addition, the consumption of energy and resources was too huge, especially after stepping into the realm of Sanhua Gathering Peak, every time he added a little bit of improvement in the realm of strength, he needed a lot of resources to support.

Taizhang Daoyuan is undoubtedly the best resource provider.

In the face of Zuo Qingcheng's fierce offensive, Chen Fan was not in a hurry or impatient, saw the opportunity, and suddenly changed his means.

The purple giant palm in Zuo Qingcheng's mid-air has already launched dozens of attacks, and this time when the giant palm rushed again, Chen Fan's palm that reached out suddenly changed shape.

Turn your palm into a grasp.

The golden giant palm rises in the wind, and the size and width far exceed that of Zuo Qingcheng's giant palm.

Seeing Chen Fan's golden palm, his five fingers were slightly bent, and he grabbed Zuo Qingcheng's purple giant palm hard.

Rumble!

The purple giant palm was crushed by Chen Fan's golden palm.

The purple giant palm of this year shattered into bits of purple light, which quickly converged and formed again.

Chen Fan's palm grabbed it again, shattered again and again, and reunited again and again, which made Zuo Qingcheng very annoyed.

"Chen Fan, you dare to deceive me!"

Chen Fan laughed loudly, "Zuo Qingcheng, you only have this means!"

Angered by Chen Fan, Zuo Qingcheng's palm was still the same, but in the other hand, there was an extra sword blade.

The blade of the sword was no more than three feet, shining with a faint cold light.

In an instant, the sword blade left his hand, carrying a sound of wind and thunder, piercing Chen Fan's heart.

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth twitched, and he stretched out two fingers unhurriedly,

Holding it, it was just a chance to shake it, and he put this flying sword in his fingers.