Wu Po Jiuxiao

"It is said that the holy spirit water is a magical thing in ancient times. If it can be used as a family inheritance treasure, it will be even more important. Such a person, even if we save our whole life, the achievement is just an unknown, but as long as we don't Go and give up, you can completely bind him firmly, as long as he doesn't die, our family can go on for a long time!"

"No... I don't agree!"

"Are you worried about the patriarch? I believe that he will agree. For the sake of the family, what is the sacrifice of a daughter? God bestows Holy Spirit water, what a glorious fetish, if it is given to such a half-dead man, we are too bad up"

"Bai Bing Wang, what do you mean? This day, the holy spirit water seems to be still on the body of the white-haired demon king. He is the root of the decision, but now you plan to possess it alone, and treat Bai Bing Yan as a piece of clothing. Don’t you think the exchange of items is too much? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want because you are a direct descendant of these four elders?”

There was a loud quarrel.

Hearing such remarks, Ye Fantian's face suddenly showed a slight chill, not only him, but even the Baibing Wujun who followed him began to look ugly.

His own family has produced such a scum, where does this make him face?

Such a junior is so presumptuous, wanting to occupy the heavenly gifted Holy Spirit water so easily, is this his descendant?

"Heaven-given Holy Spirit Water can not only recreate the body and restore it to the level of Dzogchen, but also help a person's body to refine to a better state. I am only 27 years old now, and I am not much different from this kid. But I am already a strong martial artist. As long as I get the holy spirit water, my body will be recreated and tempered. Wouldn't it be more beneficial to be a strong man? His white-haired Demon Lord is only a strong man at the level of a Martial Lord, and he is not a member of our Baibing family at all, so how can he be compared with our family?"

After saying this sentence, Bai Bing Wu Jun's face began to contort, and the elders who followed him, as well as the Patriarch Bai Bing Ren, even began to tremble all over.

"Rebellious grandson!"

"To shut up!"

An elder suddenly jumped out from behind.

Pushing the room away...

"Four...four ancestors!"

Seeing the elder's appearance, a terrified voice suddenly came out.

Snapped……

Ye Fantian's body slowly paced in, and saw that Bai Bingyan, who was crying, was showing a surprised look towards them.

At this time, Zhuge Mingjing's whole body had begun to wither.

Obviously lost the movement of true qi on the dantian, so it is impossible to recover normally now.

A young man with a rebellious face was looking at Ye Fantian tremblingly.

He was obviously the young man who had just spoken.

"Old... Old Ancestor...?!"