Stop, the slow voice spread out from the hall of Murong's house, with an indescribable majesty. Who else could it be if it wasn't Chen Yufan? When the Haotian team heard Chen Yufan's voice, the roar of the Super Holy Light Cannon immediately followed.

Stopped, the ten people stood still, looked at Chen Yufan respectfully and said: "Yes, young master!"

At this moment, Qingcheng Qifeng was exhausted and fell to the ground. The majestic earth-level master was actually beaten to a pulp by ten yellow-level peaks. Qingcheng Qifeng's heart was filled with humiliation, and his confidence to dominate the world was instantly shattered by the super holy light.

The cannons turned into floating clouds together. His whole body collapsed on the ground. The first thing Qingcheng Qifeng saw was not Chen Yufan, but the wheelchair in front of Chen Yufan. He used his last strength: "Wushuang!"

Qingcheng Wushuang looked at Chen Yufan with some annoyance, but Chen Yufan smiled lightly and did not explain.

Long Xingyun saw Chen Yufan as if he had seen a savior, and shouted: "You guys are finally here, your subordinates are like robots. Old man, I can't command you, so you should do it yourself!"

"Am I here?" Chen Yufan said with a smile.

Listening to the conversation between Long Xingyun and Chen Yufan, Qingcheng Qifeng then turned his attention to the young man behind the wheelchair. Although the young man was pushing the wheelchair, he could not hide his aura. He was wearing a long white gown, with nine dragons and five dragons dancing on the satin.

Claw Golden Dragon. His long hair is spread behind his back. He has a face like a knife and a slightly raised smile at the corners of his mouth. He seems to be looking down on all the heroes in the world. That kind of style is the same as that of his son Qingcheng Wushuang, who is both civilized and martial.

They are all like immortals.

"You, are you Chen Yufan?" Qingcheng Qifeng struggled to sit up, but failed several times.

Chen Yufan did not reply, but whispered to the Haotian team: "You go out, deal with those idle people, and come back with a body that you can look at!"

"Yes, Master!"

"What are you going to do?" Qingcheng Wushuang suddenly felt a sense of fear, but it was too late. The figure of the Haotian team had already rushed out. The advantage of the Haotian team, the ultimate biochemical man, is that even if he is injured, he can still

Keep fighting.

Chen Yufan narrowed his eyes and said with a playful smile: "I don't want too many people to see my men taking action, so all the people in the Qingcheng family will die!"

"You~~!" Qingcheng Qifeng said angrily: "Leader Chen's methods are too much!"

"Is it too much?" Chen Yufan laughed contemptuously, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slightly raised again: "It seems that the head of the Qingcheng family just said that in this world, the big fist is the truth. You are already a dying person, I will not kill you

, you should be grateful. As for those ants who are dead, why should the head of the Qingcheng family take it to heart!"

As he spoke, Chen Yufan waved his hand, and there was a wave in the air. A purple bottle fell into Qingcheng Qifeng's hand. Qingcheng Qifeng said in horror: "What is this?"

"Drink it, it will be good for your injury." After a pause, Chen Yufan suddenly chuckled: "Believe it or not!"

"Haha, hahaha!" Qingcheng Qifeng laughed loudly, opened the bottle cap, tilted his head and drank all the liquid in the bottle, the strong fragrance overflowing from his lips and teeth: "Using Alliance Leader Chen's method to kill a seriously injured person

It's easy for me, so why shouldn't I believe it?"

"If you weren't seriously injured, even if you were completely victorious, you wouldn't be able to defeat me with just one finger!" Chen Yufan said coldly: "The Qi Luck Dantian, guard your heart!"

Now Qingcheng Qifeng has no time to think about whether Chen Yufan's words are true or false, so he can only follow Chen Yufan's words. However, after the Qi Luck Week, Qingcheng Wushuang clearly felt waves of heat rolling on his body, as if he was full of power.

Long Xingyun couldn't understand what Chen Yufan was doing and said, "Boy, why do you want to help him! Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you after he recovers?"

Chen Yufan sneered, waved his hand and said, "They're just ants! Nothing to be afraid of!"

Nowadays, Chen Yufan's aura of king has been faintly blooming in every move he makes. Long Xingyun feels more and more that this young man is no longer the elegant young man above Mount Tai, but more arrogant and domineering.

Qingcheng Wushuang narrowed her eyes, opened the folding fan, and said with a smile: "You brought me here just to show me that you can heal my father's injuries?"

"Of course not, this is not enough!" Chen Yufan sneered.

The sound of killing outside has gradually subsided, and more than a dozen of the ninth-level experts from the Qingcheng family were all killed at the hands of the Haotian team. Soon the Haotian team returned and brought back a corpse. This one

The corpse was carefully left behind by the Haotian team. There were no serious injuries, and a faint residual aura could still be felt. The middle-aged man's body and face, although not very impressive, were still decent.

"Master, the man has been brought here. I don't know what the master is going to do, so he was muffled to death by us!"

Chen Yufan smiled, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, you are more and more able to understand what I am thinking!"

"Young Master, you've given me a reward!"

Qingcheng Wushuang asked curiously: "What exactly do you want with this corpse?"

Chen Yufan pretended to be mysterious, chuckled and said, "You'll know after a while!"

As he spoke, Chen Yufan's hands had left the wheelchair, and his whole body had gradually floated in the air. A strange sound kept coming from the corner of his mouth. Slowly, wisps of transparent residual souls began to float in the hall of Murong's house.

They gathered together. There were people from Murong Qingyun, two yellow-level masters from the Qingcheng family, and those who had just died at the ninth level.

"This, what is this?" The mystery was already terrifying.

Chen Yufan laughed ghostly and said, "You will understand later!"

The remaining souls condensed and became clearer and clearer. Murong Qingyun looked at Chen Yufan with a puzzled face, while the two Huang-level masters were facing Chen Yufan with their teeth and claws open, their whimpering faces seemed to be begging for something.

Except for Chen Yufan, no one could hear what they were talking about. After breaking through the Sixth Transformation of Dragon God with Dragon God, Chen Yufan found that his psychic skills had also advanced. From time to time, he could hear the voices of souls, even the dead.

In this way, Chen Yufan went to Babaoshan in Kyoto once to prove this point. People who have passed away for a long time naturally cannot hear anything, but he can clearly hear the cry of the soul of the person who has just passed away.

And more and more, he found that he could not only communicate with these souls, but could even condense the three souls and seven souls of these people again through spiritualism and Xuanmen's authentic magic power. However, this state usually cannot be maintained for too long.

These people will still be wiped out.
Chapter completed!