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"Has the wings hardened? How dare you hit your father! "

Ye Fan coldly snorted, he immediately took a step forward, and with a strange movement speed, a sonic boom sounded out in the air.

"Hah!"

Soon after, he threw a punch into the air, completely relying on the power of his Dharma Body.

He did not use any divine power, nor did he use the power of his bloodline.

Weng ~

A wave of fist power burst out, causing a series of crackling sounds to ring out in the air wherever it passed.

The two forces collided in midair, and the force from the collision actually swallowed the dragon's shadow with ease.

Rui rui rui ~

The little white-dragon was forced back several meters, shock written all over its face.

How is this possible?

Having advanced to middle stage of Transform Saint, how could he still not defeat this fellow?

That's not right, this fellow had become stronger again!

Heavens, how could he continue to live?

"Hehe!" "Don't stop, I still haven't had a good time with your dad!"

Ye Fan let out a cold laugh as the pair of wings on his back flapped and he disappeared into the air.

Not good!

The little white-dragon knew that this brat had a vengeful nature, so it immediately turned into a dragon's shadow and flew towards the nine heavens.

"You still want to run? It's a pity that you are too slow! "

Shua ~

A phantom image appeared under the dragon's tail, grabbing it with both hands and pulling it down.

Lie down!

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

little white-dragon was the head of the Eighteen Copper Men, an existence with extremely strong battle power.

Yet now, he was hanging and beating him!

What a scam!

"Holy sh * t!" Ye Fan you ~ Grandpa, Daddy won't play with you anymore! " The dragon shadow roared, feeling extremely aggrieved in its heart.

Since when did his strength reach the level of his late stage of Soul Formation?

If he had known earlier, little white-dragon wouldn't have been so unruly!

Ye Fan fiercely plummeted down towards a large lake and said with a cold smile: "Say it again, who is father?"

"Old crocodile, seal it for me!"0

Many of the new disciples still did not know that there was a giant, earth-shattering crocodile hiding under the vast lake.

Old crocodile surfaced. Seeing this, he was willing to help Ye Fan.

He opened his mouth and spat out white gas. Wherever it went, the entire surface of the lake was sealed.

Puff ~

The little white-dragon was stupefied on the spot, and roared: "Old crocodile your ass, this old man will stew you sooner or later!"

"Look, what's that?"

"A dragon! What a fat dragon, he's being beaten up by the young lord!"

"Young Master, you're awesome!"

On the Yihua Palace, hundreds of thousands of people stopped their cultivation to look at the divine dragon descending from the sky.

Ye Fan swung his draconic tail fiercely and smashed the ice floor.

Rumble ~

The entire surface of the ice suddenly sank as cracks rapidly spread out.

"How is it? "Do you still dare to hit your father?" Ye Fan stood in the air and looked down at the little white-dragon with contempt.

At that moment, the dragon shadow was struggling to twist its body, as though its waist had been broken!

Damn it!

The little white-dragon roared continuously, and said: "Ye Fan, Daddy is not finished with you!"

"Yihua Palace, beat him down!"

The seventeen bronze men in the sky looked at each other, not knowing who to listen to.

"Beat him, I'll take responsibility!" The little white-dragon roared.

Whoosh ~ Streams of golden light shot over, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Ye Fan.

At the same time, the dragon image took the shape of a little white-dragon, stepped into the air, and stood at the head of the Eighteen Copper Men.

The eighteen people faintly showed the appearance of a teamwork, and the pressure they exuded was not the slightest bit inferior to their late stage of Soul Formation.

Ye Fan had no doubt that this new Eighteen Copper Men had the ability to battle the late stage of Soul Formation.

"Come! Let me see exactly how strong you are! "

"However, if the eighteen of them can't beat me, then all of them have to face the wall for another month."

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