Super King of Soldiers in the City

She is the Tianjiao of the ancient medicine clan, and the arrogant girl of heaven who was born with a golden key.

As an ancient clan, Yaojia has special cultivation techniques and strong bloodlines. As the proud girl of heaven, she is even more enchanting.

The immortal emperor has been born since his cultivation, and he is truly born to be an emperor.

The immortal emperor started, and in just seventeen years, she had already cultivated to the third level of the holy emperor, and from this, she could see her peerless talent.

Regardless of the other young people of the medicine clan, they look very young, and there are also many holy emperors.

In fact, those people are at least over five hundred years old.

As for those who are less than a hundred years old, the cultivation base is already extremely good.

As for the emperor, let alone a hundred years old, even if it is five hundred years old, there are very few.

Before, Wang Fan felt that this Bulao Village was full of holy emperors, and that was just an illusion.

He saw that Yao Ling'er was less than twenty years old, and that he was the saint emperor, and then he had this illusion.

In fact, this is not the case.

Yao Ling'er is only a special case.

However, although Yao Ling'er is the proud girl of the ancient tribe, loved by countless people and has a noble status, she also has her helplessness.

That is, she can't call the shots of her marriage.

Before she was born, her line had a marriage contract with the ancient royal family.

And this marriage contract happened to fall on her.

The subject was Wang Fan in astonishment.

She is naturally dissatisfied with such things.

It's just that for various reasons, she didn't immediately refuse.

Because my grandfather said that the Wang family has a great kindness to her.

Therefore, it is no coincidence that Wang Fan is here.

What are you kidding about, how could Lu Yuan's battle with him break the boundary and come to this space?

Everything is premeditated.

Otherwise, this space is too weak, isn't it possible for everyone to come?

"Hey, I don't know if you can support it smoothly." Yao Ling'er looked at Wang Fan's room, sighed, and turned away.

She was still very satisfied with Wang Fan's initial impression.

Although Wang Fan's cultivation base was lower, that's right, in the eyes of Yao Ling'er, the cultivation base of Emperor Wang Fan's seventh floor was really low.

Of course, compared with the average ancient peers, Wang Fan's cultivation level is definitely not low, but compared to Wang Fan's line, compared to Wang Fan's identity, it is really a bit low.

The seventh floor of the Great Emperor, with such strength, only those branches of the Wang family that Yao Linger knew, many Tianjiaos were higher than Wang Fan's cultivation.

However, she felt relieved when she thought that Wang Fan had risen step by step by herself, and it could be said that she was relying entirely on herself instead of family support.

Such a person really rose from the killing. He did not enjoy any family resources, did not enjoy any family power, and relied entirely on himself.

In this regard, no one can compare to all the ancient Tianjiao.

Inside the room.

Naturally, Wang Fan didn't know so much, let alone what Yao Ling'er thought. At this moment, he was absorbing the power of the medicine while absorbing the power of the medicine, and he was also suffering from that kind of pain.

He just wanted to yell, what is this special, it hurts too much, right?

No way, it really hurts.

You know, Wang Fan rose all the way, killed all the way, and was hunted all the way. It can be said that he is a person who has experienced countless storms.

His willpower is extremely strong.

Even if he feels pain to death, let alone someone else.

If this is changed to someone else, it may not be able to persist.

In this way, one night's time passed quickly.

This night, for Wang Fan, was really living like a year, and it was extremely suffering.

But the effect is also extremely significant.

In just one night, his body was already one-tenth, completely reborn, completely surpassing the divine body.

In other words, that one-tenth of the physical body has reached above the divine body.

Of course, Wang Fan didn't know what was above the divine body.

The effect of the medicine disappeared, and Wang Fan looked at his ordinary left arm. Yes, it was ordinary. There was no golden light anymore, and it was as if it had completely transformed into the ordinary, extremely ordinary.

But it is this left arm that possesses unparalleled strength.

He is confident that if his whole body is tempered to such a level, he can explode that Lu Yuan, truly explode by relying on his physical body alone.

"What kind of medicine is this? Bulaocun, is it so magical?"

Wang Fan whispered, really wanting to take out a poem from the space ring, but unfortunately, I can't take it out.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, and Yao Linger bounced in.

With innocence written all over her face, she looked at Wang Fan and asked, "How is it, do you feel okay? Has the injury recovered?"

Her smile is innocent and innocent, and her eyes are pure, as bright as children's eyes, without any dust.

Wang Fan looked at Yao Ling'er's soft eyes, and the thousand words that came to his mouth were all swallowed back into his stomach, and they only turned into six words: "I'm fine, thank you."

Yao Ling'er smiled and took out the hearty breakfast: "Then eat early, eat, eat, accompany me to the mountain to prepare medicine."

Having said that, her pretty face shook, and she blushed again.

Wang Fan widened his eyes, looked at Yao Ling'er, and said after a long while, "Ling'er, you can't do this!"

This guy, a saint emperor, actually wants to accompany her to gather medicine?

What do you mean?

Want to protect yourself?

Don't be kidding, dignified saint emperor, need your own protection?

Since it is not protection, there is only one purpose.

Let yourself be a drug boy.

This woman regards herself as a slave!

Wang Fan don't do it!

Yao Ling'er couldn't help but frowned, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

This guy saved her by himself, just like that?

What's more, is he even so dismissive of asking him to accompany him to gather medicine?

Is this looking down on yourself?

"Why?" Yao Linger's face looked a little unpleasant.

Wang Fanyi said righteously: "Little sister, I know that I will repay the kindness of dripping water. But you can't let me be a medicine boy. You can kill and not be insulted. I absolutely can't do that."

He added in his heart, too dangerous, the young people outside are all evildoers, all saint emperors.

What if you become hostile when you see yourself as an outsider?

I can't beat those perverts myself.

Moreover, Yao Ling'er did not seem to have the strength to protect herself.

The third layer of the Saint Emperor was too weak, and Yao Ling'er looked so kind, his cultivation level definitely did not match his strength.

If Yao Ling'er knew Wang Fan's thoughts, he would definitely pull Wang Fan into a fight.

The seventh floor of the mere emperor, or the half-abandoned seventh floor of the emperor, has set off his own cultivation base. Isn't it ridiculous?

But she said: "Well, since you don't want to go out, then I won't force you. At that time, if those troublemakers come to trouble you, I—"

Wang Fan's eyes widened and immediately changed his words: "I'll go, I'll go!"

Half an hour later, Wang Fan walked out of the courtyard with Yao Ling'er bouncing around with the medicine basket on his back.

Yao Ling'er was humming a song, looking very cheerful.

Wang Fan was frowning and couldn't get happy anyhow.

Especially, feeling the murderous glances around him, he was really frightened.

I go, there are so many holy emperors!