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"Who are you?" Someone asked.

The old man was obviously a strong man in the Dragon Transformation Realm, his face darkened, he strode towards Ye Fan, and slapped him down, trying to restrain him.

Ye Fan laughed immediately, someone who dared to fight him in close quarters, is really a longevity star.

"puff!"

He stretched out a big golden hand to meet him, smashing the old man's arm, and crushing his body into powder.

This old man was not weak, but it was a pity that he did not use mana, overestimated himself, and was shot dead on the spot.

"Who are you?" Everyone else changed color. The elder of Hualong Secret Realm was slapped to death.

"The surging golden blood energy is comparable to the body of a real dragon. He is... that holy body!"

"What, he hasn't died yet, isn't it rumored that he has been dead for three months?"

……

These people felt that something was wrong, so they turned around and ran away. The Eucharist was not dead, and it appeared near the ancient forbidden area.

"boom!"

It's a pity that they couldn't get away at all. Ye Fan's big hand pressed in the void, and these people were all beaten into a blood mist before they ran a dozen steps.

"The turbulent Yandu, the great religions of the All Saints and Zhongzhou... It's a pity that you are doomed to be in vain." Ye Fan chuckled.

"brush!"

He disappeared in a flash, disappeared into the dense forest, and soon entered Yandu.

As soon as Ye Fan returned to Yandu, he heard a lot of news, and many people were talking about it.

Except for the Yin-Yang Sect and the Three Great Sacred Lands, the Ancient Hua Dynasty has not left yet, and there are other great religions that are also preparing to find ways to pick the elixir of immortality.

The young king of Zhongzhou fought against the Tianjiao of the Eastern Desolation, and the battles continued. Even many old people were shocked and became the focus of today.

"He doesn't have much life, and he's going to die soon. According to his temperament, he should come back and have a look..." In Zhang Wenchang's tavern, Ji Hui walked in with a dragon head and crutches, and gave Zhang Wenchang a contemptuous look. , with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A lingering dead old woman!" Ye Fan just came back and saw this old woman, giving birth to endless murderous intentions.

Chapter 437

The tavern was very deserted, there were no other guests, Zhang Wenchang was even older, his eyes were dim, and he stood there dully, like a heartless scarecrow.

He is depressed, his eyes have no brilliance, he is bullied by others, his life is unsatisfactory, he is always silent, and his world is gloomy.

"You good-for-nothing old man, have you seen the Eucharist long ago, but didn't tell us?" A young man asked coldly.

"I haven't seen it before." Zhang Wenchang responded dumbly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and his whole body was full of gloom.

"Could it be that he is really dead? It would be too cheap for him." Another young man was very dissatisfied, glared at Zhang Wenchang, and said, "If you dare to deceive us, you will be my favorite!"

"A few months ago, he fought against the king of the younger generation in Zhongzhou, but he hasn't shown up for three months. Many people are saying that he is dead."

Ji Hui sneered and said, "He's definitely not dead yet. He appeared 150 million miles away three months ago. The purpose is obviously to come to Yan Kingdom. This is the only place where he has crossed paths with."

"Grandmother Xuan, you always say that he is not dead, but why hasn't he shown himself?" A young man was puzzled, he was a direct descendant of Ji Hui.

"This kid is very tricky. I think he has already returned, but he just didn't show up." Ji Hui's eyes were sharp, and she fixed her eyes on Zhang Wenchang.

"Anyway, he's going to die. Why should we mobilize people? There's no need to go to war for a dead man." One of Ji Hui's nephews said.

"This little bastard burned half of my body on fire. It took me more than a year to recover. If I couldn't skin him with my own hands, how could I be so angry?" Ji Hui put the dragon's crutch on the ground heavily. He shook his head, and then sneered meaningfully: "Different civilizations will collide with brilliant sparks. For a practitioner, if his experience is imprinted, it will be a supreme experience."

"Old Ancestor, what are you talking about?" Several young people from the Ji family were puzzled and showed doubts.

"You don't understand even after I tell you!" Ji Hui's face turned cold, and she didn't say any more.

Not far away, Ye Fan's heart trembled, stirring up waves in the sky. The senior members of the Ji family must have known that he came from the other side of the starry sky, otherwise they would never have said so.

When he was in the Northern Territory, Ji Haoyue revealed similar news, and once made a hypothesis that if the Eucharist were not from this world, could the curse be broken.

"But, if we kill him, the Jiang family... can't afford to offend him." A middle-aged man in his 40s said with a look of worry.

"Who said I'm going to kill him?" Ji Hui said with a gloomy face and a cruel smile, "He was going to die, wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him? His bones should be tempered well."

"Immortal!" In the distance, Ye Fan sneered.

"Even so, I'm afraid it will provoke that person, so you should think twice." The middle-aged man persuaded.

"I have a sense of proportion and I won't kill him. Even if something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with the family. I will bear it all myself." Ji Hui said coldly.

The middle-aged man stopped talking, because Ji Hui's father was a powerful elder, and even the Holy Master of the Ji family was afraid of him.

He had already heard the mystery, the Eucharist came from an inexplicable place, and everything he experienced was a supreme experience for a monk, and most of these were revealed by the Supreme Elder.

"The King of Absolute God of the Jiang family may not be in this world long ago..." A young man sneered, lacking in awe.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" The middle-aged man scolded.

Although he also believed that the King Jiang had probably passed away long ago, the older generation still had scruples, fearing that the King of God would be reborn in the world, and the more powerful the person, the more afraid he would be.

"What's the use of guarding this half-dead old man, the Eucharist is obviously not coming." A young man glanced at Zhang Wenchang, pushed him aside, and said, "Go away, didn't you see that I was coming over?"

Zhang Wenchang staggered and nearly fell to the ground. His temples were gray, crow's feet accumulated at the corners of his eyes, and his body was very thin. He hit the table heavily to stabilize his figure.

He stood aside dumbly, without saying anything, extremely depressed, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and silently endured all this.

Ji Hui looked indifferent, and said: "The Eucharist must have arrived long ago. He is proficient in origin techniques, and must have changed his appearance. He has only a few lives, so he will visit his former friends."

"But if he doesn't show up, there's nothing we can do about it," muttered a young man.

Ji Hui glanced at Zhang Wenchang contemptuously, and said to the young men, "Cut off one of his arms, but don't hurt his life. His experience is also a supreme experience. If that little bastard still doesn't come out soon, he will Cut off one of this trash's legs, let me see how cruel that kid is, and how long he can endure it."

Ye Fan had never hated a person like this before. He wanted to chop Ji Hui into pieces and nail them to the city gate of Yandu for everyone to see.

His heart is already tough enough, but at this moment, the fire is still hitting the beam door, his teeth are almost gnawed, he strode out with a whip on his back, and forced him into the tavern.

It was impossible for him to watch Zhang Wenchang have an arm chopped off.He has accomplished a major event, picked the holy medicine, successfully walked out of the ancient forbidden land, and showed his true face without any scruples in the southern region.

"Ji Hui, dead old woman!" Ye Fan's voice was extremely cold and breathtaking.

On this street, everyone felt the temperature dropped sharply, and the invisible killing thought made people shiver coldly, with the cold coming from the bottom of their hearts, and their teeth and lips were trembling.

"Little bastard, you finally dare to show your face. I should have removed one of his arms earlier. If that was the case, you would have come out." Ji Hui's eyes were cold, and she stood up abruptly, leaning on a dragon's crutch.

The rest of the Ji family all showed shock, staring at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, is this just Eucharist?Many people are seeing it for the first time.