Invincible Bloodline

In the sky above the Lingwu Grand Arena, in the alien space.

A great elder swears continuously, his eyes are full of horror, what did they see, one slap, just that one slap, Fan Chou, who was only one step away from being promoted to the seventh-level consummation and semi-sacred, was killed That little monster Yang Fan was blown away.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was like those big slaps hitting their faces fiercely, making their old faces red and swollen.

Fortunately, they also said that Yang Fan couldn't pass Fan Chou's test, so the face was slapped, and he really didn't want it.

At this moment, the elders no longer felt that Yang Fan's words at the beginning were a sign of poor skills. This little monster really has the power to single out the Fan family.

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above the void.

Fan An's brows were already tightly knit together, and there was an unconcealable solemnity in his eyes. As Fan Chou's father and master, he knew very well what Fan Chou's strength was, that was the top It is impossible for the sixth-level perfect semi-sage, even the ordinary eighth-level perfect semi-sacred, to be suppressed so easily with a slap.

Yang Fan, a younger generation, is so strong that even if he didn't reach the ninth level of perfection and semi-holy state, he might not be far behind.

Even for him, it is not easy to win.

But, can he really beat Yang Fan?

At this moment, the remorse in Fan An's heart was endless like a torrent of river water. His combat power has already caught up with the ninth-level perfect half-sage, and once he enters the realm of half-sacred, even a half-sacred master Consummation, its combat power should be so terrifying, I am afraid that ordinary low-level saints may not be the opponent of this little monster.

For other consummated semi-sages, a burst of primordial purple energy is extremely difficult, but for this kind of monster, is it difficult?

I'm afraid it will wait for the opening of the continent of origin.

He really didn't want to continue this battle.

If he wins, there is no benefit to the ass, and he may be hated by that monster.

But at this moment.......

Yang Fan turned his gaze, as if he had penetrated the barrier around the ring, and looked at Fan An who was in a dilemma high in the air, "Fan An, come down and fight."

"That's all." Fan An sighed slightly in his heart. Yang Fan called him to fight him. He just wanted to fight this battle, but he couldn't do it. Their Fan family's face can also save most of it.

If it really doesn't work, then... losing to such a perverted monster is not something to be ashamed of, it's better than offending Yang Fan completely.

After making a decision in his heart, Fan An moved his body and stepped onto the ring.

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In the alien space.

"Old man Fan took action himself."

"With old man Fan's strength, he should be able to suppress that little monster."

"This...this should...should not be a big problem."

 …

All the elders talked a lot, but the voice was so lacking in confidence. In the past, they would never think that a boy under the age of one hundred would have the power to challenge Fan An and make jokes about the world. Is the penance of the old thing for billions of years cultivated in vain?

It's just that today, they really don't have much confidence.

Anything is not impossible on that monster.

Fan Wen, Fan Chou, that living example is right in front of you.

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A corner below the arena.

"Old man, Fan'er, can he really beat the great elder Fan An?" Luo Yun asked worriedly. Although Yang Fan had suppressed the three peerless powerhouses of the Fan family, she still didn't have much confidence. Name, this Fan Ying is a ninth-level consummated half-sage, a peerless powerhouse who is second only to the saints.

"Old lady, you can rest assured that Fan An is definitely not the Lord's opponent." Ku Yuan smiled confidently, full of confidence. He has personally experienced the horror of the Lord, even if it is worse than the Supreme Saint. Not much more.

Even though Fan An was strong, it was simply delusional to want to capture him from the Sixth Young Master's Palace without anyone noticing through a distance of tens of light-years and passing through heavy legal restrictions.

The Sixth Young Lord's Palace is not what Yang Fan knew decades ago, it can only resist the attack of the Great Saint.

Not to mention the top ten young master palaces, but ordinary young master palaces, once all the formation restrictions are activated, they are enough to suppress ordinary semi-sage ancestors.

As for the top ten young master palaces, the power is fully activated, even the high-level consummated semi-sages can't easily break through the defense.

Since he was ordered to sit in the Sixth Young Master's Palace, he has activated all the prohibitions in the Young Master's Palace~. With the powerful formation power in the Young Master's Palace~, he is confident that he is an ordinary eighth-level consummation and semi-sage. fight with it.

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In the arena.

Yang Fan and Fan An are separated by hundreds of miles, facing each other far away.

"Your Highness, please." Fan An slightly cupped his hands at Yang Fan, and said, there was a hint of flattery in his voice.

"Huh? This old guy might want to give in." Yang Fan squinted his eyes, and vaguely understood Fan An's thoughts, but he would not let Fan An go so easily. Be more thorough, what's the matter with being anticlimactic.

What's more, the matter of establishing prestige, but your Fan family insisted on it first.

next moment........

Yang Fan sneered, and said, "Fan An, let's do it."

"Your Highness, be careful."

"Boom~~~"

A ray of eternal divine light suddenly burst out from Fan An's body, and in an instant, it evolved into a terrifying big hand that covered the sky. This big hand was as bright as white jade, very stable, with ethereal sounds, and countless ancient god patterns Surrounding the surroundings, streams of chaotic air flow swim in the palm of your hand, like true chaotic dragons bred from chaos, dancing wildly, twisting, winding...

"Boom~~~"

The big white jade hand pressed down, and in all directions, a large piece of space, like glass, shattered, and the entire ring seemed to be blown away by his palm.

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"Hiss... what a terrifying power, just a trace, just a trace of the aftertaste of the breath, is enough to crush us thousands of times, it is worthy of being the ninth-level perfect half-sage second only to the saints, terrifying, really It's too scary." In all directions, countless half-step holy masters were terrified.

It's just that in the alien space, a group of old monsters are frowning, with doubts in their eyes, "strange, what does this old man want to do?" Although this palm is terrifying, it is comparable to the top eighth-level palm. The full strength of the perfect half-sage is nothing more than a blow, which is not Fan An's real strength at all.

 …

It's too late to say it.

"Boom..."

Yang Fan also slapped out a palm, and under the blessing of the Holy Body of the Beast, this palm was absolutely not weaker than the big white jade hand, and even faintly had a slight victory, easily blocking Fan An's attack.

"Fan An, look down on me, don't you, show your true strength." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a look of sullenness flashed in his eyes. Instead of being grateful for Fan An's mercy, Yang Fan felt that it was a kind of humiliation. Do you need his mercy? If you want to lose, you have to beat him at his peak. This fake fight is completely an insult to yourself.

 …

"What an old man Fan, so that's what he came up with."

"It's a pity that people don't accept your favor at all."

 …

Hearing this, a group of old monsters also reacted one after another, watching Fan An on the ring flashed a touch of banter.

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"Hey." There was a gleam of helplessness in Fan An's eyes, he really didn't want to fight anymore, but there were some things he couldn't decide.

"Your Highness, then be careful."

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