C447: Grab a turtle to stew (2/2)

At this moment, he was on the hill behind the small world, watching the cultivated ”medicine” field had grown a tender green seedling.

”Everything grows, so little master so hard to create the Yihua Palace, and so hard to practice, is there a great hatred?” Ran Tianlan said behind him.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, ”I don't have any hate. I just want to live like these young plants.”

However, there are always people who want to kill him.

After a few days.

He had been on Murong's seat on the deck, and suddenly the water seemed to be clearer. Compared to the blackness of the ink before, it was just muddy at this moment.

”This is the site of the Cambrian Xuan Tortoise. I have never encountered this demon king a thousand times before. This time, I should not have encountered it.” The old ship owner prayed to heaven.

Murong Xi sneered, saying: ”Coincidentally, this demon king has come!”

”Here it is, go and grab it, I will make a soup and simmer a soup!” Ye Fanxian appeared beside him, silently took out the Jiumu Yaoding Ding, and made the fire to cook the Ding.

I rub! You are so hot and so hot, ca n’t you go?

Murong Xi stared at Ye Fan fiercely, but the goods said he would go, so he cooked him!

What's wrong, who did he provoke?

”It's so windy and beautiful, why did the predecessor say that the demon king is coming?” The owner's face was ugly, and if he wanted to meet the demon king, his life would be cold.

”The old gentleman is afraid, this Pharaoh Ba, sooner or later is the soup in my pot!” Ye Fan smiled lightly.

Xi Murong stepped across the half-wall sky and looked coldly at the sea below. Just now, he did feel a powerful breath passing by.

But it is a lot worse than Yulong Nine Heavy, faintly looks like Yulong is four or five heavy, so Ye Fancai dare let him do it alone.

”Sin beast, your grandfather is not here yet.” Murongxi burst into a scream, raised his hand and tossed it, it was actually a red gold bamboo sword.

As the bamboo sword trembled, Ge Ran transformed into a thousand swords, spreading out in the void.