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Above the Lingwu arena, within the heterodox space.

A revered Dayuan old man even broke his mouth. His eyes were full of horror. What did they see? A palm, just a palm. Fan Hou, who was only one step away from being promoted to the seventh level, was blasted by the little monster Yang Fan.

That crisp bone burst sound, like that one by one big paw, severely beat in their face, beating their old face red and swollen.

Thanks to them, they also said that Yang Fan couldn't pass fan Hou's pass. They really didn't want to fight against Yang Fan.

At this moment, a group of elders no longer feel that Yang Fan's words at the beginning was a poor performance. This little monster really has the power to challenge the fan family.

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above the void.

Fan an's brows have been tightly wrinkled together. In his eyes, there is a kind of unshakable solemnity in his eyes. As fan Hou's Laozi and teacher, fan Hou's strength is as clear as he can be. It's the top six levels of perfection and half saints, that is, the general eight levels of perfection and half saints can't be suppressed so easily.

Yang Fan's strength is so strong that even if he doesn't reach the level 9 level of perfection and semi saint, he's afraid it's not much worse.

Even if he wants to win, it is not a simple thing.

Just, can he really win Yang Fan?

At this moment, fan an's remorse seemed to flow like a torrent of water. With the cultivation of the peak saint, his combat power has already been in direct pursuit of the Ninth level of perfection and semi saint. Once he stepped into the realm of semi saint and even the great accomplishment of semi saint, how terrible his combat power would be? I'm afraid that ordinary low-level saints would not be the opponent of this little monster.

For other perfect and half saints, it is a matter of great difficulty, but for this kind of monster, is it difficult?

I'm afraid it's just waiting for the opening of the continent of origin.

This war, he really does not want to fight.

Won, fart point benefits, but also may be the monster to hate.

However, just at this moment...

as soon as Yang Fan's eyes turned, he seemed to penetrate the boundary around the challenge arena and looked at fan an, who was in a dilemma in the air. "Fan an, come down to fight."

"That's it." Fan an sighs in his heart. Yang Fan calls for a fight against him. In this battle, he just wants to fight, but he can't do it. He only hopes to win a decisive battle, so that he won't offend Yang Fan too much, and their Fan family's face can be saved.

If it really can't, it's not a shame to be defeated by such a changeable monster. It's better than completely offending Yang Fan.

With a decision in mind, fan an's body moved and went to the challenge arena.

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in the dissimilarity space.

"Old man fan has done it himself."

"With the strength of old fan, he should be able to suppress the little monster."

"This... This should be... It shouldn't be a big problem."

...

a lot of senior statesmen talked about it, but the voice was so weak. In the past, they never thought that a boy under 100 years old had the strength to challenge fan an and make a joke about the world. Do they really think that it is useless for them to cultivate these old things for billions of years?

They are not sure how much they are today.

Anything, put on the monster, is not impossible.

Fan Wen, fan Hou, the living example is in front of us.

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the lower corner of the challenge arena.

"Kuo Lao, fan'er, can he really surpass the old Fan'an Dayuan?" Luo Yun worries that although Yang Fan has already suppressed the three great masters of the fan family, she still doesn't have much confidence. The bark of the tree and the name of the people. Fan Ying is a perfect and half saint of the Ninth level, and is the most powerful person next to the sages.

"Old lady, you can rest assured that fan an is by no means the opponent of the Lord." KuYuan smiles confidently. He is full of confidence. However, he has experienced the horror himself. He is afraid that it is not much worse than the sage.

Although fan an was strong, he wanted to pass through the numerous Dharma prohibitions across dozens of light years, and he was captured from the sixth Shaozhu Palace by the gods without knowing it. It was just a delusion.

The sixth Shaozhu palace is not as Yang Fan knew decades ago, but can resist the attack of the great sage.

Don't say that the ten Shaozhu palaces are the ordinary Shaozhu palaces. Once all the array prohibitions are opened, they will be enough to suppress the ordinary half sage ancestors.

The ten major palaces of the young master, whose power is fully opened, is a high-level round and half holy city. You can't easily break through the defense.

Since he was ordered to sit in the sixth Shaozhu palace, he has activated all the Dharma prohibitions in Shaozhu palace. With the powerful array power in Shaozhu palace, which is the general eight level perfect and half holy, he is confident to fight against one of them.

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on the challenge arena.

Yang Fan and fan an are separated by a hundred Li and are in opposition."Your Highness, please." Fan an arched his hand slightly to Yang Fan. There was a trace of flattery in his voice.

"Well? It's hard for the old man to be soft. " Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, vaguely understood fan an's idea. However, he would not let fan an go so easily. If he wants to build up his prestige, he should be more thorough. What a matter.

What's more, the matter of establishing prestige was decided by your fan family.

The next moment...

Yang Fan sneered and said, "fan an, let's go."

"Your Highness, be careful."

"Bang ~ ~"

an immortal light burst out of Fan'an's body. In a short time, it evolved into a terrifying hand covering the sky. The big hand was as bright as white jade, very stable, and the immortal voice was ethereal. Countless ancient divine patterns were around, and the road was confused with the air, swimming in the palm like a chaotic dragon, Ah, dancing wildly, twisting and winding...

"Bo ~ ~"

when the white jade big hand pressed down, the space of big ~ big ~ piece was like glass, and it broke into pieces, and the whole arena seemed to be smashed by it.

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"hiss..." what a terrible power, a trace, just a breath of lingering rhyme, is enough to crush us for thousands of times. It is worthy of being the Ninth level perfect half Saint second only to the sages. It's terrible. It's really terrible. " In all directions, countless half steps, the LORD was shocked.

However, in the space of different degrees, a group of old monsters frowned straight, and their eyes twinkled with doubts, "strange, what does this old fan want to do?" Although this palm is terrible, it can be compared with the top eight level perfect half saint's all-out attack. It is not fan an's real strength at all.

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it's too late.

"Bang long..."

Yang Fan also shot it with one hand. With the blessing of the holy body of ten thousand beasts, this palm is absolutely no weaker than that big white jade hand, and even has a faint victory. It easily blocks fan an's attack.

"Fan an, look down on this seat, right? Show your real strength." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and his anger flashed in his eyes. For fan an's mercy, Yang Fan did not have a trace of gratitude, but felt it was a kind of shame. Did he need his mercy? If you want to lose, you have to beat him at his peak. It's an insult to yourself if you fake it.

...

"what an old man fan, it was this idea

"It's a pity that they don't like you at all."

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hearing the speech, many old monsters also reflected, watching fan an on the challenge arena flash by a bit of banter.

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"ah." Fan an eyes across a wisp of helplessness, he really do not want to fight, but some things are not his decision.

"Your Highness, be careful."

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