Chapter 1579 How Dare You Pretend to Be My Father!

When I first came to the Netherworld State.

The peak of the ninth level of the Jiesheng Realm is indeed very strong for Xiao Fan, and it can even be said to be an unattainable existence.

But now, hehe, they are all younger brothers.

Xiao Fan looked at the ancestor of the Zhao family coldly.

"Hey Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you?"

The ancestor of the Zhao family felt very uncomfortable when Xiao Fan looked at him, and waved his hand quickly.

Xiao Fan exhaled: "I want to see Yan Fu."

"Of course, you come with me," the ancestor of the Zhao family said with a smile.

"Ancestor, Zhao Bin was captured by Xiao Fan." The head of the Zhao family said hurriedly.

"Zhao Bin?" The ancestor of the Zhao family was stunned, then he thought about it and shook his head: "Let's talk about it later, isn't it okay if he is not dead!"

"Okay."

The head of the Zhao family and the elders of the Zhao family looked at each other.

The ancestor has spoken, what else can they do?

"It won't be long before he will die."

At this time, Xiao Fan replied lightly.

He is rubbing the face of the Zhao family on the ground! !

Not giving any face!

The head of the Zhao family and all the elders of the Zhao family did not say anything, but their faces were very ugly, but the ancestor of the Zhao family smiled and said: "Let this one die!"

Xiao Fan exhaled. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with them now. He saw Zhao Yanfu and his son first.

"This way, come."

The ancestor of the Zhao family led the way, and Xiao Fan followed him and flew away.

Chiyue Lianshang followed closely behind.

Before leaving, Wei Zhongshan said contemptuously: "A bunch of ungrateful wolves!"

He was angry for Xiao Fan.

After leaving this sentence, Wei Zhongshan flew up and followed.

The head of the Zhao family and the elders of the Zhao family looked extremely pale

"You"

When they were about to speak, Wei Zhongshan had already run away.

The main mansion of the Zhao family.

In a remote courtyard.

"Hey, kill!"

The boy was holding an iron sword and dancing with swordsmanship.

Although he was young, he was amazingly strong.

This iron sword weighs at least several dozen pounds, but the boy dances with it in a very orderly manner!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh"

"It's here, in that small courtyard." The ancestor of the Zhao family led Xiao Fan to the sky above the Zhao family's main residence.

After Zhao Yanfu's great grandfather died, she moved here with her children.

Xiao Fan was far away, but he still recognized the boy waving the iron sword below.

The boy looked seven points similar to him, and a feeling of blood connection arose from his heart

"Son"

Xiao Fan murmured, his face was full of excitement, but at the same time he was deeply angry.

This courtyard is very shabby.

Maybe it's nothing to ordinary people.

But this is the Zhao family.

One of the five major families in the Netherworld State.

The environment of this courtyard is far inferior to other courtyards of the Zhao family, and even the place where the servants live is not as good!

Xiao Fan glanced at the ancestor of the Zhao family coldly: "I will settle this account with you later."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Fan disappeared and entered the small courtyard below.

Chiyue Lianshang and Wei Zhongshan stood in the void and no one followed.

The ancestor of the Zhao family looked helpless.

He had checked Xiao Fan's realm.

The terrifying aura that Xiao Fan released at the city gate just now even frightened him.

He had never experienced such a terrible sense of oppression even from the Demon King and the royal ancestors!

This Xiao Fan has grown up completely.

"I'll explain it later"

The ancestor of the Zhao family sighed and looked excited again.

If he was not wrong.

The Zhao family might be saved! !

Even the human race in the Netherworld State can be saved! ! !

The little boy swung the sword very seriously. Although he was very young, his blood was very vigorous and vigorous, and there was an unstoppable sharpness in his eyes.

Xiao Fan appeared silently and stood aside. He suppressed his breath, and it was impossible for the little boy to detect him.

Seeing his son for the first time, Xiao Fan was very excited, but he didn't know how to start.

After a long time, Xiao Fan managed to utter a sentence: "You, are you playing with the sword?"

"Ah?" The little boy was startled, and the iron sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", making a crisp sound.

The little boy looked in panic in the direction of the sound

and saw a man in a white robe with handsome features smiling at him.

He had never seen this man before, but he looked familiar.

Somewhat like the portrait of his father that his mother showed him.

But the portrait is not a real person after all!

The little boy was too young to recognize Xiao Fan's identity at all.

"You, who are you!"

The little boy yelled, and hurriedly leaned over to pick up the iron sword, looking at Xiao Fan with a vigilant face.

"Me?" Xiao Fan smiled: "I am your father."

It was quite interesting to see his son pointing a sword at him.

"What?"

"I'm your father."

"You are my father?"

"Yes, I'm your father."

The little boy was surprised, and then became more alert: "My mother said that my father went to a very far place and will not come back in the next few years or even more than ten years. You lied to me!!"

Xiao Fan was stunned. Why did Zhao Yanfu say this to the child?

The more the little boy thought about it, the angrier he got that someone dared to pretend to be his father!

"You, if you dare to pretend to be my father, I will fight you!!"