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C101

"Ziyi Palace?"

As Yang Fan lay under the tree, he thought of the big shot of the Empire, the sect that the royal family was already afraid of.

There was only one sect in the Long Ao Empire, and that was Zi Yi Palace on Zi Yi's mountain. Every sect head of a sect that had existed for thousands of years was a Dou Huang.

If it was the other sects, they definitely wouldn't have such a thing.

Wan-Er wanted to apply the medicine on Yang Fan, but Yang Fan quickly refused. The recovery of the system was many times better than ordinary drugs.

It hadn't even been a minute and the injuries on his body had already healed to about seventy or eighty. The only thing left was his external injuries, which he could only slowly heal.

Wan-Er walked towards the four of them.

Seeing Yang Fan's rejection, the deacon elder's expression became even more unsightly.

What was Ziyi Palace? It was a place that everyone in the empire viewed as a holy land!

"Brat, I never thought that you would really not know what's good for you. It's already your fortune that I saved you today. I never thought that you would actually reject me ?"

Yang Fan held onto the tree trunk, and slowly stood up, looking at the five people with calm eyes.

Other than Wan-Er, the other four people all seemed to despise Yang Fan.

"Senior, you mean that since you're giving me the items, I must take them?"

"Then otherwise ?"

Yang Fan shouted, "Then if you want to harm me, do I have to accept it?"

"You can't have the heart to harm others, you can't let your guard down!"

Just when that elder's mouth was pouting, Yang Fan once again threatened.

This sentence rendered her speechless.

"Wan-Er, looks like we saved the wrong person ?"

Wan-Er lowered her head and glanced at Yang Fan.

"Deacon, what he said is not wrong!"

"Lady Wan-Er is truly selfless!"

Yang Fan walked to the side of the five, his body had already recovered by about seventy to eighty percent, and he was completely capable of moving.

"Your injury?"

Seeing Yang Fan suddenly walk over, and his previously pale face had now turned red, as if nothing had happened.

The five of them were astonished.

"Small wound, you'll be fine after lying down for a while!"

They all knew that Yang Fan's injuries were not some minor injuries, they were fatal wounds.

Wan-Er quickly covered her eyes, because Yang Fan's clothes were torn, revealing his firm muscles. This made it difficult for them, a bunch of girls who didn't know anything about common matters, to endure.

"There really is a bad wind!"

The deacon elder let out a long sigh before walking towards them.2

"Senior, what baleful aura, it's not like I'm not wearing clothes!"

"Brat, you're a Dou Zhe. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you if you speak to me like that?"

"No!"

"Good seed ?"

The deacon elder had already reached the limit of his patience with Yang Fan, but against a Dou Zhe, it was really a lower price.

"Wan-Er, kill him!"

Wan'er was a one star Dou Shi. In the eyes of this elder, Wan'er was the best among the younger generation and could definitely kill Yang Fan.

Wan-Er let go of her hands and looked at the deacon elder seriously.

"Elder, but he ?"

"Do it!"

Wan-Er turned her head to look at Yang Fan, the Dou Qi in her hands condensed, but it was not solid.

"Young master ?"

"Are you willing to kill me?"

Yang Fan stretched out his hands and held them in Wan'er's small hands, and the Dou Qi he gathered instantly dissipated.

"Young master ?"

Wan-Er struggled with all her might. Her face became shy.

Yang Fan held on tightly.

"Lady Wan-Er, your heart is kind. Being with them will only make your kindness more and more lost."

"Let go of me, teacher and the others are good people!"

"Wan-Er, your beauty is like the moon. My pure and flawless heart is deeply moved!"

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