Chapter 2012 (1/2)

“Ok?”

When I heard Xiao Fan’s indifferent discourse, suddenly, countless people were quiet, expression was extremely horrified and stunned, and they could hardly believe their ears.

Actually, some people dare to disturb the divine glow ah new discipline recruitment event?

Actually, some people dare to publicly scream and threaten the democracy of the divine glow?

What happened to these things that have never happened before?

Really, is anyone so courageous? Dare to do this kind of thing?

“Brush!”, “Brush!”, “Brush!”…

Everyone’s eyes are focused on Xiao Fan, just like countless high-powered searchlights. Focusing on several people like Xiao Fan and focusing on the center, it is difficult to remove half a point.

“It’s him, Xiao Fan? He actually…?” Seeing the sudden emergence of Xiao Fan in the sky, Zhu Ningmo also immediately expressed the expression, then complexion changed, blurted out, can’t believe his eyes.

“Is that Xiao Fan?” At the beginning, the dozens of big Tianjiao who had been eliminated with Zhu Ningmo, but they have been eliminated, are also expressions of horror and complete sorrow.

“Who are you? Dare to disturb my Master’s new discipline to recruit the event? It’s a great courage!” Yang Xiuyu has not yet opened, and the four battle divine glows are suddenly appearing towards Xiao Fan, and then one of them becomes a face It was extremely incomprehensible, and the whole person stepped out in one step, and the yin breath erupted from him immediately, whistling in all directions, and shouted in the mouth.

“Dare to threaten Yang Senior Brother, I think you are looking for death!” Another battle divine glow ada disciple is also enduring, squinting, flashing a glimpse of the cold glow, is also a flashing figure, step out The body snarls and screams in the mouth.

“There are those herbs!” But for the two brothers of the divine glow, Xiao Fan is unheard of, still staring at Yang Xiuyu, and then speaks again and again, listening to the voice. There is no color of joy, anger and sadness. “Those herbs are not yours, your slaves, take more!”

“Now hand it over, otherwise, die!”

“It turned out that you came out for the two little thieves yesterday!” Yang Xiuyu has been watching Xiao Fan. At this time, he finally opened his mouth and said nod, the voice was extremely indifferent.

“It’s two of your little thieves, hey!” Tsing Yi old man emerged from behind Yang Xiuyu again. He looked at Lin Shan and Xue Hong and immediately said with a grin.

Linshan and Xuehong are not talking, just staring at the old man in Tsing Yi, their bodies are tight, and there is a killing intent in the fundus. They want to cull again and report the hatred of yesterday.

Looking at Yang Xiuyu, who did not hand over the herbs and Tianxinjian in the sky, Xiao Fan expression was quiet, no longer talking, and then he lifted his feet, and he went to Yang Xiuyu volley.

Just before Xiao Fan took a step, the ten silhouette suddenly burst from the top of the black hill below, and all of a sudden came to Xiao Fan’s front, grabbing Xiao Fan’s way.

These ten silhouettes are not others, and they are exactly ten people, such as the Golden Wing Xiaopeng Wang and Zhu Ningmo.