On this day, not only the Li family and Lei family, but also the leaders of Jiangdong 18 Dadi city all received the invitation from Lu Mingfeng.

Three days later, they gathered in Haiyuan Pavilion of Yunzhou city.

Moreover, Lu Mingfeng also arrogant threat, if not, the end of Mufan group is their final outcome.

However, in the east of the Yangtze River, the military area is still calm.

After all, the Jiangdong military region is isolated from the world and never interferes in these secular disputes.

In addition, Ye Fan has been busy practicing during this period of time. Naturally, he has no idea what happened outside.

This day, Ye Fan just woke up from the state of cultivation.

In the room, Ye Fan stretched his muscles and bones, and then came a crackling sound on his body.

"This dragon spirit body is worthy of the highest unique skill in martial arts and Taoism."

"The hidden disease that is difficult to eliminate in the shengshengzaohua Decoction of the great grandmother has been repaired in a few days by the power of the Dragon God."

Thinking of this, Ye Fan can't help but be elated.

Since mastering Yin dragon body, Ye Fan's overall power of dragon spirit body has undoubtedly gone further.

In particular, the self-healing effect of Yin dragon is extremely significant.

Ye Fan felt that the sacrifice before was not in vain.

Of course, Ye Fan's Yin dragon body can only be regarded as a small success, and the self-healing effect is much worse than the aftertaste.

But what can ye fan do?

This dragon spirit body is a double cultivation skill. Even if ye fan wants to improve the ability of Yin dragon body, he can't practice it by himself.

"However, I will be satisfied if the Yin dragon is small enough."

Ye Fan said to himself with a smile.

Now ye fan's injury is completely healed and his strength is back to the peak. The feeling of recovery from a long illness naturally makes Ye Fan in a good mood.

The feeling of mastering power again is undoubtedly intoxicating!

Even Ye Fan's steps are much lighter than before.

After returning to the peak, Ye Fan, without a moment's delay, immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number that had not been contacted for a long time.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

"Are you?"

At the other end of the phone, an old man's voice was low and alert.

"Han Lao, it's me."

Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

"You... Are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously trembling.

However, still with a bit of vigilance and doubt.

"You've been so cautious all your life."

To this, Ye Fan shakes his head and smiles, and then goes on, "a single fire sets fire to a prairie, heaven and earth change, and Chu Xiao dragon sings my heaven fan."

"Now, do you know who I am?"

Ye Fan's faint laughter, with infinite domineering and arrogance.

At the moment Ye Fan's words sounded, the air here almost stagnated.

A long silence.

In the end, I don't know how long it took to hear Han's shaking voice on the phone.

"Little... Little Lord?"

"Is it you?"

"Is it really you?"

...

"is it really you, little Lord?"

"I knew you were not dead."

"The son chosen by God will never die so easily ~"

...

"little Lord, do you know how long the old slave has been waiting for this call?"

...

"these days, I can't think and I can't sleep at night. No longer waiting for your call

...

"little master, the old slave is suffering so much ~"

old Han's words trembled, and the whole person seemed excited and frightened. At this time, the old man was as happy as a child!