After a while, Zhao Fan asked Qing Zhizun behind him, "Sister Qing, do you want to continue to pass the level? This inheritance is not trivial. If you complete all nine levels, there will definitely be an unexpected hidden inheritance. If not, how can the Young Master of the Source Clan know?
Come here if you are bound to win.”
Qing Zhizun wanted to speak but stopped, hesitating.
The real idea in her heart is that she wants to continue trying. It would be best if she can successfully pass the nine levels. On the contrary, even if she cannot pass the level, the more ancient wells she can pass, the better. After all, the number of successful levels is equivalent to the number of Hedao.
Number of mainstream rules.
but.
The young master of the Yuan Clan is definitely not a kind person at first glance and is not easy to mess with!
Qing Zhizun doesn't want to drag down his younger brother just because of his own interests!
Zhao Fan saw Qing Zhizun's concerns and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, Sister Qing, if you want to continue to break through, as a younger brother, I will fully support you. However, you have to wait until the next storm is over before you can stop."
It will be affected by other factors. But before that, let’s enter Sister Posuo’s balance chessboard.”
"good."
Qing Zhizun was so moved that he immediately nodded and escaped into the balance of power chessboard.
The Lord of Whirlpool directly moved Qing Zhizun to his side and said with a smile: "We are all Zhao Fan's sisters. Don't be afraid of trouble. If he supports you, I will support you."
"Thank you." Qing Zhizun also smiled.
The young master of the Source Clan kept glancing back and forth between the Whispering Lord and Zhao Fan, and said bitterly in his heart: "Wait for one more stick of incense, and my father and the high priest will arrive at the inheritance place together. At that time, you will be finished.
, just wait!”
On the surface, he remained calm.
However, two-thirds of the time that the Young Master of the Source Clan was waiting for the incense stick, an extremely strong aura wave descended into the void of the inheritance place.
"Um?"
The Young Master of the Source Clan's expression froze, but what he saw was a large, unremarkable stone, and he subconsciously asked: "What is this?"
Although the Lord of Whirlpool heard it, he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Hunyuan Ancestral Stone and the Hunyuan Jiazu lying on its side at the top, and smiled. After all, the Hunyuan Void was his side's home field, and his help arrived first.
Zhao Fan saluted from the bottom of his heart. Only at this moment did he realize how important it is to have a backer.
Hunyuan Zushi's eyes appeared and said: "Little guy, the trouble you caused this time is not trivial."
"It's not my fault. The other party came to the door on his own. How could I lose the dignity of Hunyuan Kongkong?" Zhao Fan smiled matter-of-factly.
"Haha, you're right."
Hunyuan Zushi immediately looked at the Lord of Whirlpool, and said through a message: "Remove the balance chessboard. Continuous operation will consume a lot of money for you."
Even though the Lord of Whirlpool had never seen the strength of the Hunyuan Ancestral Stone, nor had she heard when the opponent had taken action, she still had inexplicable confidence. Without any hesitation, she put away the balance chessboard, protected Qing Zhizun behind her, and played with Zhao
Fan stood beside Hunyuan Ancestor Stone.
Seeing this scene, the young master of the Source Clan said with great confusion: "You don't plan to trap me anymore? Do you want to escape? What a bunch of cowardly people."
"Noisy!"
Hunyuan Zushi scolded lightly.
"You, a big piece of stone that is almost rotten, dare to do this to me?" The young master of the Yuan Clan did not take the Hunyuan Ancestral Stone seriously at all. Apart from its ancient aura, there was nothing worthy of his attention.
"Even if I were here, you wouldn't dare to speak to me like that."
Hunyuan Zushi said disdainfully: "I will discipline you on his behalf."
Before it finished speaking, an earthy yellow mist emerged from its stone body and swept towards the young master of the Source Clan, but it seemed to have no power at all.
"You're so loud, and this is the result?"
The young master of the Source Clan casually cast a Source Technique, intending to shatter the earthy yellow mist.
However, something he didn't expect happened!
The earth-yellow mist made contact with the Young Master of the Source Clan's method in the void, and actually penetrated it without any damage, heading straight towards the target.
"this……"
The young master of the Source Clan had a confused look in his eyes.
The next moment, his body was wrapped in khaki mist, which directly strangled the Young Master of the Source Clan with a distorted expression and miserable pain. He had ninety-one times the combat power, but he was too suffocated to exert it!
"Just wait until the Lord of the Source Clan arrives."
Hunyuan Zushi smiled and then withdrew his gaze.
"Let me go! Ah! Ah!"
The miserable howl of the young master of the Source Clan resounded throughout the land of inheritance.
Zhao Fan and the Whispering Lord looked at each other, including the Sword Ming Supreme among the cave treasures, who was also dumbfounded.
The seemingly harmless khaki mist easily restrained the young master of the Source Clan who had left the three main forces of Hunyuan Void helpless?
This is too powerful!
Hunyuan Zushi's eyes were also filled with emotion, and he secretly said to Hunyuan Jiazu: "Did you see it? It is indeed the Ring of Ning Kong. It has passed through the source technique directly, and the loss is minimal."
"It won't be long before the person the Yuan Clan fears the most will be you..."
Ancestor Hunyuan Jia said sadly.
The reason why I ignored the Origin Technique was because of the Ring of Condensation!
"Senior Zu Shi, you are usually very quiet, but now you have completely shocked us." Zhao Fan finished his unabashed compliments and said shamelessly: "When will you give me some advice?"
"Go aside."
Hunyuan Ancestor Shi rolled his eyes at him, "Only by returning the tomb-burning bamboo can that be possible."
"Then... forget it."
Zhao Fan was so frustrated that he stopped talking. He kept thinking about returning the tomb-burning bamboo. Who could resist it?
The Lord of Whirlpool smiled knowingly, "Senior Zu Shi, I have not taken possession of your treasure, why not consider it? Otherwise, how about becoming a disciple directly on the spot!"
Hunyuan Zushi said like a veteran: "I only pass on men, not women. Little Bosuo, give up on this idea."
"Well."
The Whispering Lord was stunned for a moment, then he changed his mind and said, "What about the sound of the sword?"
"he?"
When Hunyuan Zushi was thinking hard about the reason, in an instant, the entire space of the inheritance place was cut open horizontally, and two figures with silver lines on their faces arrived!
The aura fluctuations permeating their bodies were so powerful that Zhao Fan, the Whispering Lord, and Qing Zhizun all felt that the bones in their bodies were trembling!
"God the Father, High Priest!"
A fire of hope lit up in the pupils of the young master of the Source Clan. His distorted face adjusted the angle with difficulty, and he cried out to the two figures: "Save me!!! Kill them!!!"