I woke up after 300 million years

The sudden attack caught Yan Fan off guard.

In fact, even if he was prepared, he could not block the palm. His left shoulder was dented and his bones were broken. He flew 100,000 meters and crashed into a beautiful forest!

Su Yao clenched her back teeth and just discussed the arrangements for the supreme battle with the palace master. She walked out of the main palace and came down the mountain when she met the bad guy she least expected to see!

Wu Peak rises and falls slightly, and Su Yao crosses thousands of mountains and rivers in one step, heading straight towards Yan Fan.

The old man in gray clothes was sweating profusely and did not dare to breathe. Even if Su Yao left, he remained motionless in the greeting posture. For a moment, he thought he would die.

This uncle is famous for his weird temper. Yes, not bad, but weird. Sometimes he is gentle and virtuous, sometimes he refuses people thousands of miles away, and sometimes he is alone in a daze on a rainy day. No one can figure it out.

Kong Renjie's body was trembling and he whispered in a low voice, "He, did he say that the Great Elder is really..."

The old man in gray clothes covered Kong Renjie's mouth, widened his eyes and cursed:

"Boy, don't cause trouble for me. Do you want to die!?"

"That's me, the Great Elder of the Supreme Hall. Back then, I was able to fight against two supreme masters alone, and my reputation resounded throughout the sky. If you dare to blaspheme even a single word, let's have our heads fall to the ground together!"

"I am so unlucky that I bring an outer sect disciple to join the inner sect every ten years. In the past, the disciples were well-behaved and sensible, but your batch is the worst I have ever brought up!"

Shui Rou, who was behind, retorted aggrievedly, "We are very good, we are all Mu... Yan Fan, he is a maverick and has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, yes!" Yu Ye nodded in agreement.

The old man in gray clothes let go of Kong Renjie, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his legs were still a little weak, "I will also explain what needs to be explained. You can stand on your own feet. If Yan Fan survives, please tell me something. I never want to see him again in my life!”

Immediately, the old man in gray slipped out of the inner door and returned to the outer door to take charge of the overall situation.

On the other side, a waterfall flew down three thousand feet. Most of Yan Fan's body was embedded in the stone wall. His robe was wet, and his black hair stuck to his face, looking slightly embarrassed.

"This bitch was too cruel! Three of her ribs were broken!"

"Chirp..." The little hedgehog looked anxious, hiding in Yan Fan's arms and looking around.

With her red clothes fluttering, Su Yao stood in the void, looked at the other party, and said in a bad tone:

"Have you forgotten? I said that if you dare to say 'you are so white' to me again, I will break your third leg. Do you think I am joking!?"

Yan Fan felt a chill in his crotch and laughed awkwardly, "Senior, we can be regarded as people who have met each other honestly. You should be calmer. Praising you is a kind of compliment. I mean your face and beautiful hands. You want to be wrong?" Now, blame me?”

The words "Be honest with each other" are quite destructive.

Su Yao approached instantly and stepped on the stone wall above Yan Fan's left shoulder, performing a difficult wall-dong gesture.

"Remember, I'm not familiar with you!" Su Yao emphasized every word.

Yan Fan raised his hands and smiled, "Not familiar, not familiar at all. I didn't know there was a mole under your left breast, and I didn't know you..."

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

"Hiss! You crazy woman, do you want face?"

"What, I was wrong, I shouldn't have teased you, who asked you to suppress me before!"

Yan Fan was stripped naked and his body fell into the pool, which was bitingly cold.

"Bad boy, this is how we can be honest with each other, and... you are quite fair too." Su Yao smiled playfully, threw away the other party's clothes, and turned away.

In the pool, Yan Fan almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He reached out to catch his clothes and put them on in three attempts. He shook his head helplessly, "I made a mistake. I shot myself in the foot."

"I knew she wouldn't kill me, but I didn't expect she would dare to take me off!"

After making a few complaints, Yan Fan combed his waist-length black hair, tied up the red silk, and flew quickly to the town.

The old man in gray was gone long ago, as were the group of inner disciples and the nine Kong Renjie.

The disciple who was managing supplies was stunned, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll choke you! You, you're not dead!?"

Yan Fan was confused and asked instead, "Why did I die?"

"Why? You have the nerve to ask why?" The disciple from the Foreign Investment Building was speechless.

Someone gave a thumbs up and said, "Junior brother, you are so powerful. You dare to blaspheme the great elder in public, and you haven't been killed by the great elder yet. You should be the first person in history."

These words aroused Yan Fan's curiosity, "That mother... ahem... the great elder is very murderous?"

The disciple who was sorting out a lot of robes shook his head, "It's not murder, I don't dare to comment. Anyway, there were direct disciples who confessed to the great elder before and were killed that day. There were also people who admired the great elder. They deliberately approached each other, but the end was the same. The word death.”

"It's a miracle that you are alive. Maybe... the great elder is in a good mood today."

After listening to the explanation, Yan Fan held his chin, thought thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then slowly walked into the city.

In the middle of this town is a strange attraction called the Nine Beasts.

The huge corpses of nine monster beasts stand majestically. The cultivation level in front of each monster beast is earth-shattering. They were killed by the previous palace masters and placed here. The aura exuded by the corpses is full of oppression. The closer they are, the greater the pressure. It has become one of the holy places of cultivation for countless inner disciples.

Yan Fan stepped on the patterned marble floor. At noon, there were not many disciples near Jiu Beast Duzun. Some people looked at him, but they didn't recognize him and didn't pay much attention.

In the corridor in the distance, a man in yellow robe stared, "It's him! Nantou Qing, who had previously clamored to declare war on all the inner disciples, was not killed by the great elder?"

"It's interesting. I have nothing to do. I, the prince, am going to tease you."

The man was holding a dog in his left hand and a bird in his right hand, and jumped out of the guardrail.

Yan Fan also saw the man, who was obviously not a good person.

"A second generation immortal? Or a mortal prince?" Yan Fan crossed his hands and smiled intriguingly.

The man approached, raised his head, and said maliciously:

"So and so, my prince is in need of a war slave to pull the cart recently. Seeing that you are pretty and pretty, it won't be shameful to pull him out for a stroll. Let's go. You will be my prince's war slave from now on."

"This is not a discussion, this is an order!"

With that said, the man took off the chain that tied the dog and put it around Yan Fan's neck.

Yan Fan half-closed his eyes, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's face with a slap, and slammed it to the ground.

There was a loud noise and the marble floor cracked!

He took the dog leash, tied it around the man's neck, tightened it and said:

"It's rude to come and go without reciprocating. Unfortunately, you are too ugly. It's embarrassing for me to drag you out."

Before the man could react, he only felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and a pair of brown eyes stared at him.

That look made him feel suffocated, more terrifying than facing his master!

He finally panicked and threatened with trembling lips, "You...what are you going to do! This is the inner sect. If you dare to kill me, it is against the rules, and you will die!"

"Then what?" Yan Fan's tone was calm and calm.

Suddenly, Yan Fan's eyes turned scarlet, time seemed to stand still, the surrounding air became thicker, blood overflowed on the floor, and strange and ugly creatures crawled out of the abyss.

A mysterious big tree plays the bamboo flute, which is the wail of death and the movement of despair.

Never had a man who had been pampered and pampered his whole life seen such a terrifying scene.

He was so frightened that his pants were soaked, and his face was bloodless. When he looked sideways, he saw a monster with half a rotten face close at hand. A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the stench hit his nostrils and went straight to the Tianling Cap.

The man's mind went blank, his eyes closed, and he fainted.

Yan Fan straightened up, looked down at the man, and said coldly:

"Is this kind of psychological quality worthy of being an inner disciple? It seems that inner disciples are quite cheap!"

Instantly, the inner disciple who was practicing near the Nine Beasts Duzun opened his eyes and cast his gaze.