Chapter 3662 Ask a Question

"You blew up the station?"

With a cold face, Ye Fan questioned Ying Congye.

Ying Congye was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed: "It's true that you came to participate in the big competition! Where did you come from? Your body is strong enough! Let's fight with the young master!!"

"I ask you, did you blow up the station!" Ye Fan emphasized.

Ying Congye frowned, "This inn belongs to you? It's just a broken house, if it blows up, it will blow up!"

For monks, it is very easy to build a house. Battle losses often start with destroying a city, so everyone doesn't take it too seriously.

When Ye Fan heard this, he couldn't help clenching his fists.

"come over."

Ying Congye laughed and said: "It was just for fun just now, if you can block my master's lightning flash, you are considered to be a bit capable!"

Before the words fell, Ying Congye turned into a bolt of lightning again, and the thunderbolt exploded, rushing towards Ye Fan!

"Boom!"

A shock wave suddenly spread!

But it wasn't Ye Fan who was hit, but Ye Fan's fist, which sent Ying Congye straight to the ground!

Ying Congye smashed the slate with his head, and the small half of his body was already buried in the ground, his buttocks pouted, and his body twitched intermittently.

"Get up," Ye Fan said coldly.

Wuye Wenfeng and the others behind were all dumbfounded.

Although this Ying Congye wasn't shocking the world, it was definitely at the level of being able to enter the primordial world.

Why is it that in front of this man, he is like a hairy child, unable to fight back?

The thunder and lightning of the Thunder God's blood seem to be in vain?

Ying Congye pulled his head out of the ground, staggered a few steps, his head was bleeding, and looked at Ye Fan in surprise.

There was no fear in his eyes, but confusion.

"You... who are you? You also come to participate in the Eight Gates Competition?"

Wuye Wenfeng also wanted to know very much, staring at Ye Fan nervously.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you like fighting? Come on, continue!"

When some elders who came with Zhenmen heard this, they rushed to dissuade them.

"Cong Ye! This lord is probably from Hongmeng, don't be arrogant!"

"Yeah, the eight-door competition hasn't started yet, so don't lose the big because of small things!"

In fact, most of the people present already thought that Ye Fan was a master from Hongmeng, otherwise how could he be so powerful?

"Shut up! If you lose here, what is the comparison!?"

After Ying Congye finished speaking, he was about to strike again, and the power of Thunder God continued to surge!

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Su Qingxue quickly stopped in front of Ye Fan.

"Husband, stop fighting. You have just reconciled with Hongmeng, and you openly killed the eight contestants here. Instead, you will lose your tongue and affect the cooperation."

Su Qingxue quietly transmitted her voice, hoping that the man's overall situation would be the top priority.

Ye Fan sighed. Originally, Su Qingxue's consideration was not a problem.

However, now that he is the patron saint, this kind of thing can be ignored at all.

"Honey, if it wasn't for this bastard, we would..."

"When can this kind of thing not work? Do you insist on ruining the overall situation for this matter? Are you really thinking from the lower body?"

Su Qingxue cast a glance at the man, and almost blushed again.

When Ye Fan was said by the woman, he also felt a little embarrassed.

Come on, instead of bullying such an ignorant and reckless man, it's better to find another place and continue to talk to women...

"Forget it, since my wife told me not to kill you, I will spare your life."

Ying Congye heard this, and said with a ferocious smile, "What, are you scared? Hiding behind the woman, looking for an excuse to escape?"

Ye Fan didn't even bother to learn about him, so he casually raised his hand and drew a circle in the air.

A lifelike green dragon broke through the air and surrounded it, and a portal was cut out of the space in an instant.

He made a random move, but his skill shocked everyone!

"Dragon Shadow Broken Sky!?"

"Seven... Seven Tribulations Azure Dragon!?"

"Oh my god! This... which Hongmeng elder is this!?"

The expressions of the monk passers-by present changed greatly in fright, and many of them trembled and started to back up.

Some disciples of the Shenlong clan hurriedly knelt down.

"Greetings to the ancestors of the Shenlong clan!..."

Although I don't know him, but someone who can do this is called Patriarch!

Wuye Wenfeng looked shocked, but he was relieved. The Seven Tribulations Green Dragon must not be a contestant in the eight competitions.

Ying Congye was covered in thunder and lightning, and just when it was useless, he was discouraged and collapsed.

He was dumbfounded, and when the space door appeared, he realized that his behavior was a clown.

Su Qingxue shook her head, why should this man be so high-profile in his territory?

Ye Fan took the woman's hand, stepped into the space door in public, and left directly.

The women who lived with Ling Yuwei also walked in one after another.

"Hee hee, come on, you two Dabi!"

Shi Lanyu was the last to leave, turning around and making faces at the two contestants.

When the girl walked through the space door, the dragon shadow disappeared and the door closed.

The scene was quiet, and everyone felt like they were dreaming, not daring to vent their atmosphere.

Some monks came to their senses only to find that their clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"Is this the Seven Tribulations Azure Dragon?"

"No wonder Ying Congye's attack is like a joke..."

"The high level of Shenlong's bloodline is still much stronger than other clans!"

Everyone clicked their tongues in admiration, and began to discuss heatedly, feeling an eye-opener.

Wuye Wenfeng looked at Ying Congye, who seemed to be listless and listless.

"There is a sky beyond the sky, it is really ignorant to act fiercely here."

After saying that, Wuye Wenfeng took the Qingqiu clan's people away.

"Cong Ye, fortunately, this ancestor doesn't have the same knowledge as you!"

"That's right, Tianchen Island is now hiding dragons and crouching tigers, we'd better proceed carefully, and don't provoke the adults of Hongmeng."

"Let's go to the arena quickly and prepare well before the eight-door competition."

The elders who shook the door heaved a sigh of relief.

Ying Congye blushed, and suddenly punched the ground in annoyance!

He gritted his teeth, "Dabi...how can I compare? Young Master, I'm not here to be a monkey for people to watch!"

After Ying Congye finished speaking, he turned his head and left.

"Cong Ye! Where are you going? The competition is about to start!!"

"Better than you guys! I'll go back and practice!"

After Ying Congye said a word, he turned into a bolt of lightning and galloped away in an instant!

A group of elders who shook the door were left behind, wanting to cry without tears, what is this called?

Ying Congye flew thousands of miles away, his face gloomy and depressed.

Unknowingly, when passing a small island, an invisible and intangible energy directly blocked him!

Ying Congye tried to reach out and touch it, only to find that it looked like a transparent wall.

"Who is acting as a demon here?"

Ying Congye realized that someone had stopped him, and he was already irritable and impatient.

"Answer me a question, if the answer is correct, I will let you leave."

A voice that could not be identified as male or female entered Ying Congye's mind.

"Question? I'm not in the mood to play charades with you! Get out!!"

"Tell me, who am I?" the mysterious man asked.