Hunyuan Universe, On Dao Mountain.

The elders and disciples widened their eyes and looked at Yang Fan on the ring with disbelief.

What did they hear? Yang Fan actually took over the challenge of Feng Lin.

Could it be that his head was kicked by a donkey? Is it true that the power of will is omnipotent?

You should know that even among the twenty-seven true disciples of the quasi-divine king realm, Wu Zi is not a weak person, and is enough to rank 15th and 6th, far from Qionglin, Kui Shi and others. As early as 300,000 years ago, they fought an extreme quasi-divine king for three days and three nights, regardless of the outcome. Now that 300,000 years have passed, their real combat power must be much improved. Even if they are not as good as the quasi-divine king of Great Perfection, they will not be much worse.

Even in his heyday, Yang Fan could slowly drag a middle-level quasi-divine king to death with his powerful divine body defense.

Compared to Feng Lin, it is more than a thousand times weaker than ten thousand times, and it is not a matter of the same level at all.

Not to mention, he is still seriously injured now.

Has a series of victories completely blinded his eyes and made him forget how much he has?

Apart from this explanation, they really can't find a second possibility.

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"Hey, Yang Fan is still too young."

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Peak ring.

"boom......"

A long rainbow penetrates the world and shoots into the ring.

In the long rainbow, a young man wearing gorgeous divine armor walked with a rebellious look and arrogant look. His entire body burst out with a grand aura of ancient prehistoric world. He let out a breath of casually, and it seemed that he could destroy thousands of universes.

"Junior Brother Yang Fan, you are so brave. You dare to take on my challenge. However, the gap between you and me cannot be compensated by your will and courage alone. Give up the loss, I don't want to hurt you." Shi Lin looked down at Yang Fan, his voice was dull, as if he was telling a certain fact.

Although the power of will, sometimes, can reverse the crisis and turn defeat into victory.

But that is limited to one level difference, and he, Weilin, is more than two and three levels better than Yang Fan.

In this battle, Yang Fan had no chance of winning.

"Senior Brother Qilin, don't be too full of words. If you lose, you won't look so good." Yang Fan did not show any weakness and chuckled. If he hadn't been worried about attracting the Taoist Palace giants, the highest ants with the combat power of the Great Perfection Quasi-Divine King would be able to destroy millions of them with the highest breath.

"Junior Brother Yang Fan, you..."

Feng Lin opened his mouth and wanted to say something. He just wanted to seize the Canglin sacred mountain, but he didn't really want to form the enemy Yang Fan.

The low-level Chaos God's cultivation level and the mid-level quasi-divine king's combat power are basically a Taoist monster. The future achievements are limitless and cannot be compared with him.

But before he could say the words behind, his pupils shrank, revealing a hint of disbelief.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Yang Fan's body continued to wash away the endless golden lights from the gaps, and it surged wildly. The terrifying wound began to heal directly at a speed visible to the eyes. In less than a moment, it returned to its original state. The momentum of the whole body was even hundreds of times, thousands of times, and infinitely rising, as if it was endless.

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"Lying~trough, Yang Fan...he...he..."

"I'm not dazzled, he actually...is there still hidden?"

"This pressure...this pressure, the top-level quasi-god king is just like this, this...this...this..."

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From all directions, the elders and disciples were so shocked that their chins could not close. This sudden change was completely beyond their imagination.

Is this Yang Fan still a human?

And this scheming, this hidden, is it really the junior who is less than 100,000 years old?

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"Damn it, we were all deceived by him. He was not seriously injured at all. He was lying to rely on his will to support him.

"Shitty, this Yang Fan is really sinister."

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Ivan and fourteen true disciples looked at Yang Fan on the ring, with a grim look, a deep-bouded woman who was even more resentful than the deep-bouded woman.

At this moment, if they still don’t understand that everything is Yang Fan’s disguise, they will live for so many eras in vain.

Yang Fan, Yang Fan, there is no such a trick.

Can you still have some face to be the top-level quasi-god king and even the quasi-extreme quasi-god king's combat power after such painstaking efforts to calculate them?

Have you ever fed the dogs for the sincerity between people?

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"Huh... Fortunately, I'm a step slower, otherwise, hiss..."

More true disciples felt a little grateful, and they almost had a contribution of tens of millions of Taoist Palaces.

It would be better for Yang Fan to hide in the future, so as not to know when he would be plotted against him.

This forbearance is really terrifying.

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Over the ring.

Elder Moke's eyes were a little dazed and sighed quietly, "Brother Lan Yu, in terms of eyesight, you are better!"

If Elder Lan Yu Qian Gang hadn't made arbitrary decision and let Yang Fan move into the Canglin Divine Mountain. If it were him, at most he would have arranged a top 100 fourth-level sacred mountain to serve as Yang Fan's temple.

"Brother Moko, where, where."

Elder Lan Yu's expression remained unchanged and he chuckled, but his inner shock was no less than Elder Moke.

Although it was seen that Yang Fan was quite extraordinary, otherwise he would not have been able to stand up to the public and directly allow Yang Fan to enjoy the treatment of a substitute, Yang Fan's level of evil was still beyond his imagination.

The power of the low-level Chaos God and the top-level quasi-divine king, such monsters are rare among the many Taoist monsters.

At least, among the thirteen Taoist sons of the Hunyuan Dao Palace in this generation, there is no one who can challenge the top-level quasi-divine king at the low-level Chaos God.

With Yang Fan's demonic potential, it is a matter of time that more than thirteen Taoists are.

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Unfortunately, Yang Fan lacks time now.

Before he knew it, a hint of regret appeared in Elder Lan Yu's eyes.

Otherwise, Yang Fan would be an excellent investment target. In addition, the good fate he had when he entered the entrance, once he reached the top of the palace master, his position would inevitably be the one he had.

The position of the Palace Master of the Hunyuan Dao Palace is not fixed, but is a one-man for hundreds of billions of years, and the next Palace Master was selected by Daozi of all generations.

Nowadays, the reign of the contemporary palace lord has exceeded 99.9 billion epochs, and there are less than 80 million epochs left, so it will abdicate and give way to the wise.

Even if Yang Fan's talent potential is several times, or even dozens of times that of other Taoist sons, he hopes that he will surpass the other thirteen Taoist sons in less than 80 million epochs and inherit the position of the palace master, and that hope will be infinitely close to zero.

None of the thirteen Taoist masters in contemporary times is simple, the weakest, and they are not inferior to him. They are only one step away from the quasi-supreme giant, and all the best of them have been promoted to the quasi-supreme and squeezed into the ranks of giants.

Not only that, they have been ingrained in the Taoist Palace for tens of billions of epochs one by one.

There are basically support from quasi-supreme giants behind them, and some people even support more than one or two quasi-supreme giants.

As for Yang Fan, not to mention the support of the quasi-supreme giant, there is not even an ordinary elder.

The gap between them is not enough to be compensated in just 80 million epochs, but ten times more than a hundred times.

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On the ring.

Feng Lin looked at Yang Fan and showed a hint of bitterness, strange... Monster, Yang Fan is really a monster.

The low-level Chaos God and the top-level Quasi-Divine King are four major levels and dozens of major levels. Can this really be done by just one human race?

Thinking of him, Fu Lin, is the young master of the Tianqi clan, and the evil genius of the Tianqi clan who has never been born in the world. When he is in the low-level Chaos Divine Realm, he can barely explode the combat power of the top-level high-level Chaos God.

The gap between the two is more than billions of light years.

Compared with this monster, what kind of genius he is? What kind of monster he is?

If you say you are a mediocre person, you will respect him.

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"Hu..." Taking a deep breath, Tsulin persuaded again, "Junior Brother Yang Fan, I really don't want to hurt you, you'd better give up."

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Chapter completed!