The two looked up, only to see a beam of white light burning above the night sky, three winged firebirds arrived, pulling a glass car behind them, the body was bright, scattering white glass light, more amazing than anyone present. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Damn! I actually came in a glass chariot, what kind of cow?" Fan Yujiang was very unhappy.

There are also particulars about riding in a car, such as Li Qiutian and Luo Feng, as princes, they only ride eight horses instead of nine, which is a respect for the lord of the kingdom of God.

And the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Souls and his high-profile, the glazed chariot, the flame winged bird, that can only be ridden by the strongest people, and the appearance is very high-profile.

A slender man strode out, about nineteen years old, with a square jaw, clear eyes, sword eyebrows, and very handsome.

The whole person gives people a kind of majestic and lofty, and at first glance he is the demeanor of a leader who has become a great instrument.

This person is the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Souls, the young generation has never shown up since the beginning of the generation, and now he appears in front of the world, and his extremely high-profile appearance makes people see that he is confident and powerful.

The Ten Thousand Souls Holy Son's gaze stayed on Nangong Ying and Qing Ming, and for the others, he didn't even look at them.

This made Li Qiutian and the other three princes squint their eyes slightly.

Now they have a lot of opportunities, especially in the underworld, they have obtained a peerless inheritance, as long as they grow up, no one dares to underestimate them.

Xuanqing has always been mysterious, and it is rumored that he got all the things left by his ancestors, and his cultivation is only strong, and it does not belong to anyone.

The young man Mu Yan was also behind the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Son, his face had been healed, and his hand was safely connected, sweeping over everyone, wondering if the person who shamed him had arrived.

"He didn't come. Mu Yan clenched his fists.

The Holy Son of Ten Thousand Souls landed on the pavilion, Cheng Xueyi came over with a wine glass and talked with him, and sometimes Cheng Xueyi showed a smile that fell into the city.

The people who should come are almost all about the same.

"Then, the feast begins. ”

Cheng Xueyi showed a beautiful smile, her figure was attractive, which made a group of sons look confused and excited.

But at this moment, the indifferent Holy Son of Ten Thousand Souls drank the wine in the cup and said unhurriedly, "Wait! Before that, I want to kill someone." ”

Needless to say, everyone knows who he's going to kill.

Before the banquet was seen, the matter had already spread, and Wang Fan was going to fight today.

"If the Ten Thousand Spirits Desolate Body didn't come, it must be afraid of the might of the Holy Son and didn't dare to come. Before, the man who delivered the letter for Wang Fan smiled respectfully.

In another pavilion, Fan Xiaopang was biting the chicken legs, his tender and fat hands were full of oil juice, and he sneered: "My eldest brother didn't receive the invitation, why did he come." ”

The messenger glanced at him and said, "This man is extremely arrogant, he doesn't take anyone in his eyes at all, and his identity is not at all suitable for this kind of banquet, isn't it?"

Fan Xiaopang couldn't listen to it anymore, and slapped the table and shouted: "You don't ****** your identity, a group of rabble, you will only show the garbage of your identity." ”

"What are you talking about!" the man was immediately furious, and the young talents beside him were also furious.

Fan Xiaopang threw away the chicken leg and sneered: "Do you want me to say it again? Why are you a rabble here? Are you young people within a thousand? Who among you can be ranked within a thousand? If it's not a rabble, what is it?"

Before the feast began, the smell of gunpowder was about to explode.

"What kind of desolate body, in my opinion, is just a rat that everyone shouts and beats when crossing the street. Someone said coldly.

"That's right, a physique that can't be cultivated, reaching the Treasure Mirror is considered his luck, my generation of monks, it is impossible to stand still, and sooner or later everyone will surpass him. ”

Indeed, no one believes that Wang Fan can break the rules, and he can only be lucky.

"Don't forget, the Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Body is a mine slave in the east, and I'll get a few to play with one day. A boy said lazily

The more these people talk about it, the more they go too far, and they almost talk about the Ten Thousand Spirits Desolate Body as bullshit.

Fan Yujiang just opened his mouth, where did he say them, his face was ugly, and he couldn't wait to kill them with a sword and cut off the tongues of this group of rabble.

"It's better not to make up your mind before people come. Cheng Xueyi didn't stand on anyone's side, and said with a faint smile.

Xuan Meng was also looking around, but he didn't see Wang Fan's figure, and he was slightly disappointed.

Seeing Wang Fan appear, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Souls patted Mu Yan on the shoulder and said, "Just like being bitten by a dog, I will find him to settle accounts when I turn around." ”

Mu Yan clenched his fists, if Wang Fan was here, he would be eager to eat the other party's flesh and blood.

His reputation was ruined by Wang Fan here, and he clenched his fists and said: "It can be said that if I grow up, I will definitely kill him with my own hands." ”

"Wang ...... Wang Fan arrived!" the people outside the Moon Fang Villa shouted nervously.

Everyone forgot about it, only to see Wang Fan stepping on the void, walking in the night sky, looking at his leisurely appearance, as if passing by here, there is a sense of strolling life.

By Wang Fan's side, a fifteen-year-old handsome young man, it was the young Wang Shichuan, he looked at Wang Fan excitedly, and his eyes showed admiration.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man, for some reason, Wang Fan was not as demonic as the legend, but had an unfathomable and intriguing posture.

Seeing that Wang Fan was finally here, Xuan Meng on the VIP Pavilion also showed a sweet smile.

This scene was taken in by Li Qiutian, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

Nangong Ying, Gu Xiao, Qing Ming, Xuanqing, Luo Feng, Qin Qianhan, and others looked at Wang Fan's expressions, and all kinds of emotions were displayed on everyone's faces.

"Wang Fan, you dare to come, why did you come here without an invitation?" the man who delivered the letter stood up and said angrily.

Wang Fan shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I don't mean to participate in your banquet at all, Ben Shao is just here to fulfill his promise, and after beating the dog, he has to go home to sleep." ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, this Wang Fan was really not ordinary arrogance.

Wang Fan yawned, put his hands on the back of his head, and looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Son on the pavilion, as well as Mu Yan who clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

"Go, beat him up. ”

Wang Fan patted Wang Shichuan on the shoulder.

Wang Shichuan nodded excitedly, took a step forward, and said in a contemptuous tone: "The puppy above, come out and give the master a beating." ”

"Flutter!" Some people held back their laughter, especially the aristocratic women, who couldn't hold back for a while, laughing flamboyantly.

"You're looking for death. ”

Mu Yan was so violent that his lungs were about to explode, staring at Wang Shichuan.

Since the recovery of heaven and earth, the cultivation of the younger generation has skyrocketed, and at the age of fifteen, they can step into the realm of treasure appearance, which was simply not possible before.

Mu Yan didn't care about his brother's face at all, rushed down, and fought with Wang Shichuan.

"Boss come here, there's something delicious. Fan Xiaopang beckoned to Wang Fan.