Urban Madness

As I said before, you still have to listen to the words of the big man Rumeng. As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the old man, you will die in front of me.

"Ok."

"Ok."

Seeing that Ye Fan had already said this, the other brothers nodded in agreement.

It is conceivable that if Ye Fan's words were heard by the Jiaolong Holy Son, I am afraid that he would be so angry that he fainted on the spot.

It is really a soft pinch of persimmons! If you are not of the orthodox bloodline, do you just pick yourself and bully you?

In fact, it's right to think about it, isn't this the style of action that Ye Fan has always had?

The conversation between several people made Nan Tian and Bei Dao on the side stunned.

Although the two of them are the leaders of the barren world, and they control the lives of thousands of cultivators in the barren world, they are somewhat speechless now.

"As expected of the Five Great Dharma Kings! Maybe they are the only ones who dare to have such thoughts in their hearts, they are really bold!"

Bei Dao sighed silently. If he hadn't heard a few people's conversations today, he wouldn't have believed it if he was killed!

You must know that this is a wild world, the domain of other people's demon clan, and it is absolutely impossible to want to make other people's holy children in other people's domain.

Nan Tian was the first to react.

"Hey, it's nothing more than normal things. Are there any other things in this world that they don't dare to do?"

"But it's better to teach those guys a lesson, and to dispel their arrogance, so that they don't look down on us too much."

After listening to Nan Tian's words, Bei Dao nodded in approval.

Anyway, this action doesn't need them to do it, just watch the play.

"Then let's start! Let the Holy Son of Jiaolong feel the power of my five Dharma Kings!"

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth drew a strange arc, and his eyes looked grimly at the mountains not far away.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Several figures shot out of the Nether Valley, passed over the disciples of the demon clan at Taniguchi, and sneaked into the residence of the Holy Son of Jiaolong.

As for why they found out about the residence of the Jiaolong Son, it couldn't be easier.

If the five Dharma Kings of the dignified state do not even have the ability to detect this, how can they become the confidants of the elders of the great faction?

"Boss, this is the mansion of Holy Son Jiaolong. The house in the east is his, and the one in the west is his guard, and the one in the south..."

The fifth man in black spread out a huge map and patiently told it.

There was a glint of joy in Ye Fan's eyes, and he excitedly patted the fifth man in black on the shoulder.

"Not bad! It's so meticulous, and even the specific room number is marked, as expected of you."

The black-clothed fifth man smiled honestly.

"Hey, it's all taught by the boss, and it's taught by the boss."

"Uh…"

Ye Fan was a little embarrassed for a while.

The five old men in black are obviously complimenting themselves, so why do they sound so uncomfortable?

Then Ye Fan took out the Tongtian compass again, and then used Lin Hao's space avenue, and several people invaded the room of the Jiaolong Holy Son without knowing it.

It is a pity that the Holy Son of Jiaolong has not returned yet.

"Hide your breath, don't expose it."

"That guy, Jiaolong Saint Son, is still a bit powerful, so pay attention to it a little bit, don't be too careless."

Ye Fan deliberately lowered his voice.

Although the brothers and sisters are all familiar with doing this kind of thing, they still have to be very careful.

If this matter is exposed, it will be difficult for the few of them.

With the bloodthirsty nature of those demon races, they may be torn apart directly. I am afraid that the holy master of the demon race and the girl in red will not be able to keep them!

"Good."

The five Dharma Kings concealed their breath in this small room, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the Jiaolong Son came from the outside.

"I get sick every day, and I know how to cultivate and cultivate all day long. Is there nothing else to do besides cultivation?"

"Lord Saint Son, Lord Jiaolong Saint Son must also be for the good of our demon clan, so please bear with me a little."

The demon disciples under him said respectfully.

"Be patient, I've already taken care of the overall situation. If I hadn't been patient, I would have beaten that guy long ago!"

"It's like 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan every day. It seems that everyone in the world owes him a lot of money. Does Lao Tzu owe him?"

The Holy Son Jiaolong became more and more angry. In fact, the Holy Master of the Monster Race gave them the time to cultivate.

Originally, it was time for today's practice, and I could take a good rest, but who knew that the holy son of the unicorn stopped in front of him.

"What are you doing? It's time to practice, you're still practicing!"

Jiaolong Shengzi said with a bad expression.

"Another three hours!"

"What did you say? Are you crazy? Add three more hours? Are you wrong with your brain or your mouth?"

Holy Son Jiaolong came to ask a series of three consecutive questions about his qualities.

Originally, the cultivation time stipulated by the Holy Master of the Monster Race was already inhumane. Now that three more hours are added, does he still need this life?

"Say it again, add another three hours!"

The face of the Qilin Holy Son turned cold.

"I'm sick! If you want to add yourself, don't drag me. I still have important things to do when I go back."

"Otherwise...or else, let's add it for a while, the war is coming soon, and there is not much time left for us."

The saintess of the Phoenix clan, who were wearing dark red dresses, spoke slowly.

"I don't have much time, haven't I worked hard enough? I've been practicing for so long. Do you know what it means to combine work and rest?"

"Forget it, I told you that you don't understand, it's just a bunch of training machines. You have to practice yourselves, and I have to go back to rest!"

"If you don't guarantee rest, what energy should you use to practice?"

Holy Son Jiaolong waved his sleeves angrily and strode towards the outside, completely ignoring what Holy Son Qilin said.

"and many more."

"What's the matter? Don't go too far! I... ah!"

Before Jiaolong's words were finished, he received a solid punch on the face.

After an unknown amount of time, Saint Son Jiaolong wiped the blood on his face and said with a grievance.

"Practice, practice, practice, what are you doing with such a big fire? What are you doing? As for you?"

"Isn't it just cultivation? It's a big deal, let alone three hours, what's wrong with adding 30 hours."

Holy Son Jiaolong raised his head and tried his best to keep the tears from flowing out of his eyes.

The Qilin Holy Son was a bit too heavy, and he wanted to cry just now!

"Do you know why I want you to practice more?"

The Kirin Holy Son asked indifferently.

"do not know."

Holy Son Jiaolong obviously didn't want to accept this.

He and the Qilin Holy Son are the young generation Tianjiao of the demon clan, why can he press himself to fight? Impressed!