There were young people everywhere on the huge divine island. They were all the elites of the great sects, and they all had impressive talents. However, after seeing the Alkaid Saint Child and the Ji Clan's Divine King Physique, everyone consciously chose to keep a low profile.
Then, after seeing the Little Peng King and Ye Fan, everyone became even more restrained, fearing that these two fiends would come knocking on their doors.
The Little Peng King had always been arrogant and untamed. If he was ruthless, he wouldn't even recognize his own kin. Rumor has it that he had killed thirteen of his own race. He was cold-blooded and cruel, possessing a natural demonic nature.
There was no need to talk about Ye Fan, he had killed many disciples from the holy lands. Many of the Alkaid and Ji Clan's disciples had fallen in his hands, and even the Purple Mansion's saintess had been suppressed by him.
Not long ago, he had even killed the saintess of a supreme sect in the Central Plains. How many people dared to provoke him? The younger generation had to take a detour after seeing him.
After the Wind Phoenix's interference, the Little Peng King snorted coldly and stared fixedly at Ye Fan, "I'll let you live for a few more days!"
"Birdman, if you dare to talk to me like this again, I'll kill you right now. I don't care where this is!" Ye Fan stood up and pressed forward. His golden finger quickly arrived at the Little Peng King's nose.
"You dare to point at me?!" The Little Peng King's eyes turned vertical. He flipped his right hand and grabbed at Ye Fan's finger, wanting to break it.
Dang!
Ye Fan's finger emitted divine radiance as it slashed at the enemy's hand, wanting to break it. His divine physique had just formed, and his physical body was unparalleled. He wanted to infuriate the Little Peng King and cause him to suffer greatly.
However, when the two collided, an ear-splitting sound rang out like the beating of a divine drum. The Little Peng King staggered backwards. His palm was bright red with blood flowing out.
Even though he had slashed the Little Peng King away, Ye Fan was astonished. His physical body was so powerful that no one in the same generation dared to face it head-on.
However, the Little Peng King took it head-on. Even though he suffered greatly, his palm did not break. This didn't make sense.
The Sky Peng Race could kill the Dragon Race, and their physical bodies were indeed unparalleled. However, it was impossible for them to face the current Ye Fan head-on.
Boom!
Golden-winged Little Peng King's hands were flowing with golden blood. Then, it ignited into golden divine light, and the injured parts quickly recovered. His palms were powerful and powerful, and there were no longer any injuries.
"This is … Sky Roc True Blood!"
"He received the baptism of the Heavenly Peng True Blood!"
Everyone was shocked. In the past, the Old Peng King had obtained the Heavenly Peng True Blood from an ancient ruin. This was a sacred object left behind by the Heavenly Peng Race's ancestor. It could help his descendants transform into the Heavenly Peng Sacred Body.
The Old Peng King used some of it himself, but he kept most of it. At this moment, everyone saw the golden blood burning into divine flames between his palms and fingers. They immediately understood what had happened.
After hearing their words, Ye Fan stared blankly. Then, in an extremely domineering manner, he pressed forward and once again pointed at the Little Peng's nose, saying: "If you're not convinced, then come and try again!"
Everyone was stupefied. What kind of person was the Little Peng King? Who dared to treat him like this? The Sacred Doomsday Physique was indeed fearless, pointing at his nose and coldly scolding him in front of everyone in the younger generation.
Weng!
The Little Peng King released a cold snort. His palm was as large as a dustpan as it slammed forward, releasing endless golden radiance. He truly wanted to break Ye Fan's bones and snap his tendons.
Dang!
Ye Fan was not afraid at all. He raised his hand to meet the attack. The millstone-sized golden palm seemed like it was forging iron, shaking the entire island.
The Sacred Doomsday Physique's body was unparalleled, comparable to a Holy Lord level figure. He struck the Little Peng King until he retreated more than ten steps. The web between his thumb and forefinger was completely torn, and blood flowed out.
"Do you think that you are number one under the heavens after the baptism of the Heavenly Peng True Blood? Unless you dig out an even older ancestor and obtain the Kun Peng True Blood, you can come and give it a try! "
Ye Fan continued to press forward with large steps. He still extended his right hand and pointed at the Little Peng King's nose, berating him in front of everyone.
This kind of attitude could be said to be quite disrespectful, but Ye Fan did not mind. This was because the Little Peng King was too arrogant, provoking and wanting to kill him again and again. He was doing this intentionally.
The saint children and saintesses all stood at the side. Everyone's heart was beating wildly. The Little Peng King's physique that was cleansed with the Sky Peng True Blood was inferior to the Sacred Doomsday Physique. This completely destroyed their hope. Now, they could only use their overflowing magic power to suppress him.
"Good, good, good!" The Little Peng King shouted coldly, "After this matter is over, I will fight with you. I will use supreme magic power to suppress you to death!"
Ye Fan did not say anything else. He raised his golden palm and slapped over. To deal with this wild and unruly madman, he could only be more arrogant than him.
The Little Peng King's lungs were about to explode from anger. He was pointed at and berated by someone, and now, a golden palm was slashing him. This was an experience he had never experienced before.
Especially now, in front of everyone in the younger generation, it was difficult for him to bear!
"Little Ye is too immoral. He wants to anger the Little Peng King and eat him to death," Li Heishui muttered.
"Serves him right. Otherwise, he would always act like he is number one in the world. Every time we meet, he thinks he is invincible and looks down on us. He is incredibly arrogant. This is how we should treat him," the large black dog said.
Dang!
Another loud sound rang out. The Little Peng King's body trembled violently from the strike. He gave a long cry, and his entire body shone with golden light. It was as if a Demon God had awakened. His head of golden hair danced wildly, and he was about to battle Ye Fan.
"Do you think I am afraid of you?" Ye Fan took a step forward. His palm turned into a golden divine tablet that was carved with congenital patterns. He was about to strike out.
"Enough!" The Wind Phoenix walked over and blocked Ye Fan. She was graceful and graceful, and the phoenix mask on her face shone with five-colored splendor. Her entire body was sparkling and translucent, as if she was a goddess of the Ninth Heaven who had descended into the mortal world.
"Do you have anything to say?" Ye Fan asked indifferently.
"My grandfather's 1,500th birthday is approaching, yet you are making a scene here. What are your intentions?" the princess of the Wind Clan rebuked.
"Didn't you see that he was the one who provoked me time and time again?" Ye Fan glanced at her.
"I only saw that you are unreasonable!" the Wind Phoenix's words were cold.
"You also said that I am reasonable. You should go and ask him why he is provoking and making a scene here before the birthday of the Divine Leader of the Wind Clan." Ye Fan smiled slightly.
"Humph!"
The Little Peng King revealed his killing intent, but he forcefully suppressed his anger and turned to leave. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and explode. He walked to the other side of the giant island, away from Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled lightly and brushed past the Wind Phoenix. He ignored her and started to converse with others.
The Wind Phoenix faltered, but seeing his attitude, it was not good for her to act up. She humphed coldly and turned to leave, leaving behind a fragrant scent.
The prince of the Xia Kingdom, Yao Yuekong, Ye Fan, and Li Heishui were talking. They were of high status and were not afraid of anyone. During this time, Ye Fan asked the little nun in white where the Divine Silkworm had gone.
Xia Yilin wrinkled her nose and sighed. She had seen the Divine Silkworm several times in the Northern Region, but the little golden creature had completely forgotten about her and ignored her. It had even disappeared recently.
"Is this the holy body brother Ye Fan? You really are a generation's genius. To be able to meet you today, it truly is the fortune of three lifetimes." A refined and elegant man walked over. His face was white, and a gentle smile hung on his face.
"You are …" Ye Fan was confused.
"My name is Zhao Fa. I am just a nobody. I can't compare to Brother Ye. I came here because I have the guts to make a friend." Zhao Fa smiled.
"Be careful. This guy is not easy to deal with. He comes from the Ziwei Sect. Their heritage is mysterious and they are not a holy land. However, their disciples are all powerful!" Yao Yuekong transmitted his voice.
When Ye Fan heard the words "Ziwei", his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but size up Zhao Fa. He looked very gentle and did not look like a cultivator.
Li Heishui also transmitted his voice. "I have heard of this guy. He is not a good person. He has a sweet mouth but a cold heart. He likes to play dirty at critical moments. He has a bad reputation. The Ziwei Sect is not very powerful, but they are rich and have a hand in many industries. "
"Brother Zhao, you are too polite. We are friends. There is no need to be so polite," Ye Fan replied with a smile.
Zhao Fa said a lot and finally got to the point. He wanted to buy Ye Fan's Black Golden Dragon Holy Spirit Sword at a high price. He also wanted to buy the seed of the Qilin Divine Medicine.
Ye Fan thought for a while and understood. Everyone knew that he did not have long to live. Zhao Fa wanted to get his treasures in advance.
He couldn't help but laugh. "It's not that I don't want to sell it, but I can't. In a few days, I might have to sever my cultivation and use the seed of the Qilin to prolong my life. I will become a normal mortal. As for the Black Golden Dragon Holy Spirit Sword, I plan to use it to exchange for some peerless spirit medicine to prolong my life. "
Not only was Zhao Fa shocked, but the other saints and saintesses also looked over. He wanted to sever his cultivation just to survive. Was this true? This was a big deal!
"Brother Ye, it is a pity that you have encountered such a disaster. I believe that you will definitely be able to get through this and shine in the future." Zhao Fa laughed and turned to leave.
After a while, little Nan Nan raised her head and shook Ye Fan's leg. "Big brother, he is not a good person. Nan Nan heard him. He was very fierce just now …"
"Nan Nan, what did you hear?" Ye Fan was surprised and squatted down. He didn't expect the little girl's hearing to be so extraordinary.
Little Nan Nan heard that Zhao Fa was talking to someone in secret. They wanted to harm Ye Fan and rob him of his treasures before he died. Or if he became a mortal, she would kill him.
Yao Yuekong and the Xia Prince were shocked. They didn't hear anything, but little Nan Nan knew everything. It was really shocking.
Little Nan Nan was like a porcelain doll, very obedient. The little nun in white squatted down and picked her up. She seemed to be very fond of her and gave her a spirit fruit.
"We will deal with him later. How dare he have such an idea!" Li Heishui said fiercely.
Ye Fan smiled and said: "Don't lower yourself to his level. Isn't Zi Wei rich enough to rival the world? I have other plans."
Soon, a few disciples of the Feng Clan walked over. When they passed by Ye Fan, they obviously didn't have a good expression. They couldn't forget the three million kilograms of Source Stone. Someone muttered softly, "You still have the nerve to come …"
"Young people, you should look further. No matter what, he has obtained the inheritance of the Yuan Taoist Master. Isn't returning the three million kilograms of Source Stone a piece of cake?" The large black dog glanced at them a few times.
"We are about to lose our lives. How can we return it?" One of them was very rude. He had been suppressed by Ye Fan before.
The servant of the Wind Phoenix was also at the side. She said, "You should hand over the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Holy Spirit Sword and the seed of the Qilin Divine Medicine. It is not enough to return the three million kilograms of Source Stone."
"Alright, I'm going to live on just because of what you said." Ye Fan laughed.
"You … what do you mean?" All the young people of the Feng Clan were shocked. They couldn't help but take a step back. All the holy sons and holy daughters also looked over.
"I mean, soon, I will sever my own cultivation and become a mortal. I will strive to become a Yuan Taoist Master. At that time, I will return the Source Stone to you," Ye Fan said.
Everyone was shocked. They knew that Ye Fan had indeed obtained the inheritance of the Yuan Taoist Master. Perhaps he really was going to step onto another path.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The Divine Physique really didn't have much time left. It was time to make a choice. At the same time, they were somewhat surprised. Even if Ye Fan's cultivation was completely destroyed, if he became a Yuan Taoist Master, he would still be an honored guest of all the Great Sage.
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