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The ninth and eighth chapter is shameless

The Emperor of Shang Dynasty celebrated the imperial capital Chaoge, above the palace.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!.........

A series of glazed dragon auras that looked like real dragons rolled in from all directions, and in an instant, it blocked the space of thousands of miles. It seemed that at this moment, all Yang Fan's retreat was blocked, just like a turtle in a jar, with no way to retreat.

The next moment.........

Rumble......

In the east sky, golden rainbows suddenly appeared, not too much or too little, a total of eleven, running through the heaven and earth, auspicious clouds fell down one after another, and flowers and rain were colorful. In this golden rainbow, there was a peerless powerful man with a terrifying aura. None of them had the aura of the two brothers Shang Haoxuan and Shang Haowu, especially the aura of several people, and the Red Dragon Continent where he was staying before. Even in the Lingwu Continent of the main continent, I am afraid that no one could be found.

It's a horrible thing to hear!!!

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

What.........What? Spirit, there is no possibility of breaking through the quasi-saint. The last level 4 continent is the weakest continent in the Lingwu world. Half-step Emperor is its limit.

Yang Fan of the Red Dragon Continent once saw this when looking for a chart. It was a relatively famous subcontinent. It is said that the Red Dragon Continent is full of spiritual energy and rich resources, and it is not at all below the 360th subcontinent.

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

It's over! Now the hope of revenge on this little devil has been completely ruined. Shang Haowu's eyes flashed with disappointment. Once Yang Fan becomes the disciple of his ancestor, then don't say he will take revenge on Yang Fan, and it will be his luck that Yang Fan will not continue to revenge.

Just then.........

Yang Fan's lips cracked and a sarcasm appeared. If you accept me as your disciple, you are worthy of it?

A small three-star quasi-saint actually wanted to accept this as his disciple. He was so arrogant. Who did he think he was, the powerful Holy Lord, or the supreme saint?
Chapter completed!
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