Global Fantasy: Only I Can Hang Up!

Shen Tiancheng and Mo Lin seem to be completely crazy, summoning their own people to come forward and fight with Chen Xuanfeng's clone.

There are dozens of fights back and forth, you come and me, so lively.

Space cracks continue to appear, even in the middle-level world, it can't resist such an offensive!

After all, this Intermediate Great World is also one of the top 100 planes of the Rong Nai ten thousand clan. At this moment, it is actually affected by such offensives, constantly fluctuating, as if the world is about to fall apart.

The momentum is extremely magnificent.

The patriarch of the Taishan clan who had been watching Chen Xuanfeng and the Demon Lin and the others was stunned. Isn't this their world? Why are there so many foreigners here?

He knows that God is natural, isn't that guy from the Protoss? Why is 140 here now, I really don't understand.

However, the status of the Protoss and the Demon Race was far better than that of the Taishan Clan. He was so angry that he didn't dare to speak, and he was just looking at the battle over there like a fool.

"Is this the flame world of my Taishan clan? Isn't it the longevity world of your protoss? Or the Shura purgatory of your demon clan? Why come to my flame world to fight? You regard me as the decoration? I am the patriarch of the Taishan clan. Everyone is going to be rampant!"

Chen Xuanfeng glanced at the patriarch of the Taishan clan, but he also found it funny.

(baeg) 　 "Brother, you have been a gunman for others, and people will fight on the venue where you are recuperating. Isn't that normal?"

After Chen Xuanfeng's voice fell, the patriarch of the Taishan clan instantly became angry.

"Okay, you are a human being, you still have a big word in front of me. I really don't know how many catties you are! Tell me about this. Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

As he said, the flames around him rose instantly, like the tongue of flames rising from purgatory.

"My ancestor is Zhurong, the god of fire. You juniors don’t know the prestige of the ancient gods. They are so arrogant here. A human race with a ranking of more than 200 can actually shit on the head of my Taishan clan. Now, is it really when my Taishan clan has no one?"

After the words fell, Shen Tiancheng and Mo Lin on one side frowned, and looked at each other, ripples in the lake of heart rippled.

"It turns out that this guy turned out to be the inheritance of Zhu Rong, the god of fire. I really didn't expect it. No wonder he was so arrogant. I saw this guy with average strength before. I didn't expect to have such a heavy confidence. It depends on him and this endless. Who is the best!"

After Shentiancheng's voice fell, Mo Lin also squinted.

"Don't say it, I think this endless god is not necessarily the opponent of the Taishan clan patriarch. The strength of the Taishan clan patriarch is in the late stage of the Daluo Jinxian. It is also ranked very high among the many tens of thousands of races, so it can be seen. This person has profound strength and is by no means ordinary. If he really possesses the flame power of the ancient god Zhu Rong, these clones are no problem."

With that said, the two of them were a bit bad at Chen Xuanfeng.

"Then let you and my people come back first! Now it is not the time for a duel. If this big knot is left alone at the end and kills our people, then we will lose a lot. You and I are in the clan. The status of China is not too high, and it is not easy to lose so many troops. If you can save it, you will save it."

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