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The Eighth Marquis Chen Xiao looked at him indifferently, and was not angry.

How could an ordinary person easily climb onto his carriage? This child was definitely not simple.

However, he still had to see if the other party possessed sufficient strength to meet him!

Deep in Chen Xiao's pupils, a cold light that was as dazzling as the stars, seemed to instantly engulf everything.

Instantly, Ye Fan was sucked into a strange space.

His feet were like a mirror, and above him was the vast starry sky, with countless stars moving about within it.

"Eighth prince, I have no intention to offend you!" He spoke very calmly, without the slightest bit of panic.

The corner of Chen Xiao's mouth curled up slightly, and said: "I presume you are the one who concocted the pills for Lan'er. I saw the pellet before, it should at least have reached the level of a Pellet Elder!"

"What does the eighth prince want to express? "Forgive me for being blunt, but if I didn't want to come in, this space of yours wouldn't be able to control me at all!"

Crazy!

Chen Xiao's first thought was that this guy was just too arrogant!

With one look, it was obvious that he had never experienced a fierce battle in the martial arts world.

"This King has to see if you have the qualifications to go in with Lan'er!" Chen Xiao's expression turned cold, and all the Spirit Qi around his body soared.

The mystical Qi coiled and condensed, astonishingly forming a zither.

As the zither body and dragon bone was forged, the malevolent roars of all kinds of magical beasts could be heard.

"A song about breaking one's liver and breaking one's intestines! You better be careful! "

Chen Xiao snorted coldly, and casually waved his hand.

The sinister zither sound came out, imperceptibly, as though there was a gigantic sharp blade cutting towards Ye Fan.

One slash could break mountains and rivers!

Ye Fan's expression changed slightly. The Demonic Zither was extremely dangerous, especially the invisible blade inside the zither music, which was a killing weapon.

In the blink of an eye, his figure transformed into a string of afterimages as he vanished into thin air.

Shua ~

The sound wave also instantly swept across and cut off a corner of the white robe in the air.

"Your speed is not bad, but can you escape?"

The corner of Chen Xiao's mouth raised slightly, and his hands immediately moved like the willow leaves in the autumn wind, they struck the zither strings again and again.

Swish, swish, swish ~

Streaks of invisible sound waves were like sharp blades that cut through the pavilion, covering the entire space.

A wild roar resounded!

"With just this bit of ability, why would I need to run?"

With a cold laugh, a white shadow flashed and soared into the sky.

Immediately after, Ye Fan released a sharp beast roar, intimidating everyone.1

His body quickly disappeared, transforming into a raging purple blaze.

From within the raging inferno, a golden phoenix of fire hundreds of meters long rushed out.

Just at that moment, from Ye Fan's sudden appearance to his evolution into a phoenix was something that happened in the blink of an eye.

And this true blood of the Phoenix Clan, was naturally taken from Feng Yuyaoji's body.

The Flamephoenix waved her wings and a myriad of fiery feathers shot out like a torrential flood.

This pressure was not something that an ordinary person could withstand.

The Sonic Wave Flames Feather couldn't be considered strong or weak. For a moment, it actually stopped in mid-air.

Chen Xiao was shocked. This guy was actually infused with the blood of the True Spirit. No wonder he was so arrogant.

His hands immediately became possessed and he frantically flung out sound waves.

Outside, Ye Fan was still standing on the deck, motionless.

Opposite of them, Chen Xiao was the same as before.

Madam Lan and the other three withdrew to the side, looking at the scene with a strange expression.

"The Eighth Marquis is a true late stage of Soul Formation expert, no matter what, he should be stronger than that Ye Fan by a bit."

"Especially this Celestial domain, it's the eighth prince's trump card!"

The corners of Madam Lan's lips curled up slightly. "My husband is naturally not someone an ordinary person can contend against."

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