"Could it be that he has been reborn, which has led to a new change in the heavens and worlds?"

Cheng Fan, a generation of peerless Heavenly Emperors, thought with a gloomy face, and quickly came to a conclusion.

In his previous life, he had seen a butterfly flapping its wings, only to trigger a tornado hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The rebirth of his own life is already very strange and foggy, even if he once stood at the top of the world, but his current strength is weak, and he can't compare with himself in his heyday, so he can't solve the endless mystery.

Cheng Fan, who couldn't think of it, pressed down on his complicated thoughts, he didn't care about these anymore, anyway, for him, as long as his strength continued to recover, then sooner or later, he would solve one mystery after another.

............

Cheng Fan lowered his head and thought about it, in the eyes of everyone, it was obvious that Cheng Fan was afraid of the young patriarch who had just broken through to cultivate, and he didn't dare to confront Cheng Xiaotian.

All of a sudden, the discussion resumed.

"Originally, I thought that this Cheng Fan was the number one person, and it was really not easy to endure it for so many years. But I didn't expect that all this was an appearance, it turned out that Cheng Fan and Cheng Hu were both raccoon dogs, and they couldn't be on the stage. ”

"That's right, although this Cheng Fan won the first place in the literary exam, he has no father or mother since he was a child, and his cultivation qualifications are very poor, no matter how good the literary exam results are, what's the use?"

"I know that to say cool things, at this time, the young patriarch broke through to the four-star level martial artist of the martial arts realm, and his combat power was fifty points, not to mention Cheng Fan, even the young patriarch of the Yang family, 'Yang Qizu', may not dare to fight with our young patriarch at this moment. ”

"Yes, this is a must-lose, unless you are a fool, you will not see the situation clearly. ”

......

The middle grade is close to the top grade of the Liuyun step, the strength of Cheng Xiaotian crossed the distance of eight steps in a second, getting closer and closer to Cheng Fan, Cheng Xiaotian saw the other party bowing his head and was silent, and thought that the other party had been frightened by the heroic and handsome himself, and was very complacent at the moment, and there was also a hint of mockery in his tone: "Now you, take your dog, kneel down for us, I will forgive you, otherwise ......"

"Kneel down for you?

"Humph!"

Cheng Fan came back to his senses, and when he heard Cheng Xiaotian's words of looking for death, his face became indifferent and ruthless, he shook his body casually, and suddenly a terrifying momentum that everyone present could not imagine rose to the sky.

The ancient emperors were angry, and the heavens and the earth wailed.

Puff~

Puff~

......

The sound of dumplings, on the high platform, the sound of kneeling sounded in unison, three seconds later, except for Cheng Fan, everyone knelt on the spot, their bodies trembled, and their hearts were terrified, and cold sweat broke out.

Every second that passed, everyone felt that the terrifying momentum on their bodies was getting stronger and stronger, and some people couldn't bear it, and they were oppressed by Cheng Fan's trace of Emperor Zun's aura.

Cheng Fan looked at the many clansmen kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face, walked in front of Cheng Xiaotian, and looked at this little ant who dared to provoke the primeval dragon elephant with a downward gaze, and suddenly, Cheng Fan smiled.

In the face of these ants, why should he do it himself, although he has no one available at the moment, he does not have to do everything himself.

"In this life, all the people in all worlds are ants, and no one is worthy of his easy shot. ”

Cheng Xiaotian lay on the slate, sweat came out wildly, and drops of water the size of copper coins dripped onto the slate, forming a black water trace.

He looked at Cheng Fan's shadow on the ground in disbelief, and with Cheng Fan's approach, the terrifying momentum oppressed him even more, and he was about to stick to the floor.

A little bit of distance is about to come into contact with your own sweat.

Because he couldn't move, Cheng Xiaotian completely realized how big the gap between himself and Cheng Fan was.

It was an indescribable gap between the mud on the ground and the scorching sun of the starry sky.

The previous self broke through in one fell swoop and got carried away, but before he was proud for a few seconds, he was slapped in the face by the other party almost a moment later, and he was like a dead dog, lying on the ground, unable to move.

Moreover, Cheng Fan just stood with his hands in his hands and didn't even move, just a snort, he and others couldn't bear it.

Cheng Xiaotian closed his eyes in despair.

In the depths of his mind, a very indifferent handsome face appeared, Cheng Xiaotian felt that this face was very bad, but now he just wants to escape from here and stay away from this person.

He didn't want to see this man again.

Eternal life and eternal life!

But—

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

He couldn't move, as if he had turned into a stone statue at this moment, waiting for others to deal with it with a frightened face.

......

......

Standing in front of the young patriarch, Cheng Fan looked down at the audience, and when he saw that everyone was already lying on the ground, he suddenly felt that life was really boring, he was a dragon-like figure in the sky, and now he would be provoked by an ant, so he could only use his own emperor aura incompetently.

Using the emperor's aura is already an insult to himself for him Chengfan.

I should have glared at it, and the whole audience was annihilated.

Right now, it is imperative that you still have to quickly train a group of dog legs to make the call, otherwise, you need to do everything yourself, so you must not exhaust yourself to death!

......

Cheng Fan, who had nothing to do, went around the square and returned to the place where he had been staying again.

Golden nest and silver nest, it is better to stand wherever you want.

As for finding a place to sit, he Cheng Fan is unwilling, and if he sits down, he will have a herniated lumbar spine.

As a generation of emperors, his performance is very outstanding, if he has a herniated lumbar vertebrae, then he will have it, and the brilliance he exudes on his body will not be even more dazzling than the great sun.

Alas, now the strength is not enough, it is not as good as the previous life, in the Cloud Continent, it is better to keep a low profile and play life!

......

Dada~

A brisk footstep sounded in this silent martial arts square, and before anyone arrived, the voice arrived first: "Hey, where are those little rabbit cubs? It's half past six, and they haven't even gathered on the high platform. ”

There is a three-zhang high platform next to the martial arts square, which is where the family elders often stay.

The three-zhang high platform, no one generally climbs it on weekdays, so those who don't go up can't see the situation above at all.

At this moment, the younger generation of the Cheng family were all trapped in Cheng Fan's emperor aura, unable to move one by one, and all of them were crawling like dead dogs.

Therefore, when Cheng Yingjun walked under the high platform, he couldn't see if there were people lying on his stomach or putting things on the platform.

"Yes~ The old man of the three clans is handsome, and the fourth uncle is here, and he is saved. ”

Cheng Xiaotian's face had already come into close contact with his own sweat at a negative distance, and his face was swollen and red to a limit, but there was still no way to break free from his body.

There was an expectation in his heart, the third uncle Cheng's handsome combat power was as high as 820, he was the second master of the Cheng family, and a seven-star level low-level martial arts powerhouse.

Cheng Xiaotian doesn't believe it, no matter how strong Cheng Fan is, can he still be stronger than his fourth uncle?

This Cheng Fan should not have high combat effectiveness, otherwise why wouldn't he dare to fight against himself and others head-on.

My generation of monks, when the more you fight, the stronger you get!

But he was afraid of battle, and through a series of strange means, he killed all of them.

But no matter how many and weird the means are, as long as the fourth uncle comes up, it will not be enough in the face of the strong combat power of the fourth uncle.

As long as you hold on for a while, you can be liberated, and when the time comes, you must let the tortoise grandson who abused Cheng Fan cry and call his mother.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't help but look forward to it.

......

Stomp Tread !!

stepped on the stone steps step by step, and when he reached a height of two zhang, Cheng Yingjun finally saw the situation on the high platform clearly.

At the first time, he found out that it was not that those rabbit cubs did not get up early to gather, but that these rabbit cubs had already arrived, but-

It's a good thing to come early, but why are they all lying on the ground, could it be that they couldn't bear to gather here last night to sleep and wait?

They're too anxious, aren't they?

You need to know that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

......

With Cheng Xiaotian's vision, he saw a pair of cyan cloth shoes stepping on the high platform for the first time, but before he could cheer and jump, he saw an even more terrifying scene!

The second master in the Cheng family, Cheng Yingjun, who is a seven-star martial arts powerhouse, actually ......

......

"Damn, you rabbit cubs don't get up with me soon, you're still sleeping lazy early in the morning~Hurry up~"

Before the words were finished, Cheng Yingjun had just stepped into the high platform-

Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming terrifying momentum surging towards him.

"Puff~"

In an instant, before Cheng Yingjun could react, the whole person pushed Jin Shan and knelt on the high platform with his knees like a jade pillar, unable to move.

Burst~

A mouthful of hot blood spit out.

But Cheng Yingjun didn't believe in evil, and wanted to stand up, but he found that he was like a flat boat in a tsunami, and the more he resisted, the greater the oppression, and he was involuntarily hit hard.

The boiling blood instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, filling the high platform.

The blood mist in the sky made the long-awaited Cheng Xiaotian in his heart crack.

"Oh my God, what kind of character is that Cheng Fan? How can this be? Can someone save me?"