Chapter 862 Little Jiao Fights Fan Li

"etc!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and he stopped.

"Master, what else can I order!"

The two figures stopped in place, turned around, and saluted slightly.

"Remember, if you encounter someone who is no match for you, you must delay the time. Don't let the people in the passage come out within an hour!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness, and his voice was even more icy cold.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master!"

After Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan answered, they walked towards the passage.

Watching those two figures leave, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You protect the law for me, I'll go in and have a look!"

The next moment, he seemed to think of something, Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, boss!"

"Okay, boss!"

Xiaojiao and Huantian quickly agreed.

"This pitch-black liquid is very strange. If you enter it physically, you don't know what you will face!"

"Soul!"

He muttered to himself, and the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably bright light.

"Shenhun, open!"

The corner of his mouth raised, and Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged.

The soul unfolded and spread directly towards the dark pool.

As Mo Wentian's spirit spread, the pitch-black liquid in the pool began to tumbling crazily. After a few breaths, the liquid in the secluded pool rose rapidly until it reached hundreds of feet in size, filling the The whole hall stopped.

"Buzz..."

The mysterious aura spread rapidly towards the surroundings.

Beside Youchi, Xiaojiao and Huantian, a dragon and a demon stopped on Mo Wentian's left and right shoulders, opened their eyes wide, and looked around vigilantly.

And at the moment when Mo Wentian's spirit entered You Chi, a pair of icy eyes suddenly opened from You Chi's extension.

The aura of this person is as vast as heaven and earth, terrifying and boundless.

"Not good, a strong man is coming!"

In Xiaojiao's eyes, a look of vigilance instantly rose.

"Hahaha……"

"Not to mention winning the artifact, but also meeting a kid like Mo Wentian, it seems that I, Fan Zeng, are not lucky today!"

Crazy laughter resounded throughout the hall.

In the next instant, one after another figures appeared in front of Xiao Jiao and the others.

"Fan Zeng?"

In Xiaojiao's eyes, an incomparably cold light rose.

Xiaojiao is no stranger to the name Fan Zeng. Before entering this secluded pool just now, he heard outside discussions.

Fan Zeng is the number one genius disciple of the Demon Race, his cultivation is only one step away from reaching the realm of the Heavenly King.

But the aura of the person in front of him clearly surpassed the realm of the heavenly king, and reached the terrifying realm of the heavenly king.

"Yes, I am Fan Zeng!"

"The little reptile in Tianjun's late stage, give me this kid Mo Wentian, and I can consider letting you be a dog!"

Among the crowd, a young man stepped forward and looked at Xiao Jiao with a look of disdain on his face.

"To be one of your dogs?"

"Boy, you are really wishful thinking, you are so arrogant and ignorant, today I will teach you a good lesson for your little grandfather!"

Xiao Jiao was completely enraged, when had he been so humiliated.

A cold voice sounded, and the killing intent in Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly soared.

"Little reptile, you are only in the late stage of the Heavenly King. It is ridiculous to want to kill me who is in the Heavenly King's state!"

Fan Zeng laughed wildly again, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Senior Brother Fan Zeng, how can I bother you to do this little reptile? Just leave it to us!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Fan Zeng, it's just a monster in the late stage of Tianjun. Any one of us can kill him, so we don't need you!"

"Brothers, in that case, leave this little reptile to Fan Li!"

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Behind Fan Zeng, figures stepped forward, looking at Fan Zeng, their words were full of flattery.

"Junior Brother Fan Li, since you are so active, I will leave this little reptile to you!"

Fan Zeng looked at Fan Li, his eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly.

"Brother Fan Zeng, don't worry, within ten breaths, I will definitely beat this little reptile to the ground and make him beg for mercy!"

Fan Li took another step forward and looked at Xiao Jiao with a determined look on his face.

"Well, don't let me down!"

Fan Zeng waved his hand slightly, his eyes flickering coldly.

"Huantian, protect the boss well!"

"Don't let them get close to the boss!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Xiao Jinghen and Duan Fan at the side, and said coldly.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Huantian's face was a little dignified, but he quickly agreed.

"Fan Zeng, before the war, do you dare to promise me a condition?"

As if thinking of something, Xiaojiao said with a hint of cold light in his eyes.

Xiao Jinghen and Mozun are here now, if during the battle between him and Fan Li, Fan Zeng made a move towards Mo Wentian, with Huantian's strength, it would be impossible to stop him.

"What conditions?"

Fan Zeng's eyes were full of disdain, and he asked subconsciously.

"Until the battle between me and you kid is over, you can't touch my boss!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Fan Zeng with extremely cold eyes.

"Hahaha……"

Fan Zeng didn't answer, just laughed wildly.

"No?"

"Could it be that you dare not?"

Seeing that Fan Zeng didn't answer, Xiaojiao twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, imitating Mo Wentian's method of aggressive generals.

"Don't you dare?"

"Why don't I dare, but I'm just an ant in the mid-stage of Tianjun. Killing early and killing late is dead anyway, and it doesn't make any difference!"

"I promise you!"

Fan Zeng was really taken in by Xiao Jiao so much. Looking at Xiao Jiao, his face was full of arrogance.

In his opinion, Mo Wentian, the mid-term cultivation base of Tianjun, is really no different from an ant.

"The first genius of the Demon Race, he is really refreshing!"

Xiao Jiao looked at Fan Zeng with a cold light in his eyes.

"Come on, little bastard of the Demon Race!"

The next moment, Xiaojiao looked at Fan Li in front of him and shouted in a cold voice.

"Little reptile, don't be quick to talk, I am the strongest at the peak of Tianjun!"

"I'll give you a chance. Now ask Brother Fan Zeng for mercy, and I'll spare you. Otherwise, don't say I bullied you later!"

Fan Li looked at Xiao Jiao, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

"Begging him for mercy?"

"Your grandpa, I don't know what begging for mercy is since I was born. Stop talking nonsense, little bastard. Today, your grandpa Xiaojiao, I will let you taste my strength!"

A cold voice sounded, and the eyes of Xiaojiao were flickering with coldness.

In the next moment, Xiaojiao appeared in the void with a flash.

"You are good?"

"Little reptile, today I will beat you until you have teeth all over the place!"

Among the crowd, Fan Li took a step forward and said with a fierce look on his face.

The incarnation of Xiaojiao in the void is just a small snake, and the aura on his body is only the late stage of Tianjun, but Fan Li is the peak of Tianjun.

No wonder Fan Li underestimated Xiaojiao.

In the eyes of Tianjun Peak, Tianjun is just an ant in the later stage.