Chapter 1575 I'm a Tsundere Little Cock

Nangong Lei thought in his heart, and his face couldn't help showing a look of pain.

God jealous of talent? Is that so?

"Open the door..."

"Even...even if this little friend Fang Fan has passed away, he still has the supreme belief in the gods of light, and we should bury him properly!"

"Little friend Fang Fan, I cheated you!"

Nangong Lei clenched his teeth and closed his eyes silently, feeling endless regret in his heart.

"Hehe, I am relieved that Archbishop Nangong Hongyi can say that!"

"Come on! Open the door! Take Fang Fan's body out!"

Duanmu Ding strode forward with a big smile on his face.

"Duanmu Ding! Watch your words!"

"Young friend Fang Fan may have a situation. Before the matter is clear, please be cautious!"

Nangong Lei's face was livid, and he scolded with sullen eyes.

Duanmu Ding curled his lips and walked over without saying anything, preparing to arrange for other priests to open the only closed door.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a dead person. Even a dead person like this is qualified to gamble with me? It's beyond my control!"

"I don't know what my strength is, but I still want to be a believer in some kind of god, it's simply ignorance!"

"If this guy is dead, then I'm still the strongest existence!"

Hao Zhan, the son of the Pavilion Master of the Haotian Pavilion, stood up abruptly, staring at the pool of faith with burning eyes, with an expression of excitement gradually appearing on his face.

"Brother Yun, do you see clearly now? Fang Fan, whom you have always shown as your idol, is nothing more than that!"

"When the lamp of death is turned off, everything will cease!"

"Those who dare to fight me, Hao Zhan, will not end well!"

Hao Zhan raised his head and chest high, extremely arrogant, while talking, the smiles on his face also increased.

Standing aside, Hao Yun frowned first, then glanced at the location of the Pond of Faith, then silently shook his head and said: "Third brother, don't get too complacent until the last moment..."

"Hallmaster Fang Fan didn't die so easily."

Hao Yun shrugged and said earnestly.

Although it is not uncommon to be trapped and die in the portal of the pool of faith, in Hao Yun's view, how can Fang Fan, a dragon and phoenix, suffer such treatment?

When Yu Haoyun came, Fang Fan belonged to the kind of existence with great luck, he is the son of luck, how likely is it that a son of luck will encounter such unlucky things?

"Brother Yun! You are still as stubborn as ever!"

"A bastard is useless!"

"Your vision is still too narrow!"

"Three days! Do you really think that Fang Fan is the true god? Can he stay in the pool of faith for three days and three nights? How likely is it, you know for yourself!"

"Besides, now even Lord Duanmu says that there must be a corpse inside, where is your confidence! Ignorance!"

Hao Zhan was proud like a big rooster, while talking, the smiles on his face became more and more, his eyes were fixed on this, and the sound of breathing became more and more intense.

"It's not surprising that Palace Master Fang Fan can do things that others can't do!"

"If he died here uselessly, then he wouldn't be Fang Fan!"

Hao Yun smiled silently, with a determined look on his face, he still had this bit of confidence.

At this moment in Hao Yun's heart, Fang Fan is an absolute god!

"Hmph! An ignorant lunatic! Let us wait and see! That Fang Fan may have been dead for several days!"

"Fight with me, that's the end!"

Hao Zhan snorted coldly, his eyes became more and more sinister.