Wu Po Jiuxiao

"call……"

Ye Fantian let out a long breath, and looked helplessly at the innocent-looking guy in front of him. If possible, he would really like to slap this guy.

Few things can make him so emotional.

The Pang God stick in front of him can be said to be cursing and not changing his face, but he is not easy to do it. God knows what the origin of this guy is, and the most important thing is the many treasures on his body. How does he know?

"Brother, why do you look so bad? Are you sick?"

"Your Excellency, good means!"

A cold voice came out, and an old man quickly slapped the sweaty young man in pain a few times, his fingers turned milky white, and traces of holy light began to dance from his fingers like lotus flowers, the young man The injuries on his body disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately, he respectfully said to the young man:

"Master, are you okay!"

"It's okay? How could it be okay? Could it be that you didn't see the injuries on my body? This group of people not only snatched the jade pendant on my body, but also wounded my body, killed them, killed them for me...! "

A ferocious and resentful roar roared out from the young man's mouth.

As soon as this remark came out, the group of people behind them suddenly began to show unkind expressions.

"The hand of holy healing turned out to be the hand of holy healing... It is rare for someone to be able to cultivate it. I didn't expect you to have such a means."

Ye Fantian said lightly.

As soon as this remark came out, the old man's face couldn't help changing. Few people knew about his ability. How did this young man know it? Then he looked at the people around him, and his face suddenly changed slightly. There is little revealing, but the temperament is very clear.

Uncle Fu with a huge sword on his back, Bai Siyu with a smile on his face, Xu Qingru with charming face and Bai Yuying, each of these people is extraordinarily refined, but they are completely headed by Ye Fantian.

What does this mean? It means that Ye Fantian is their controller.

The Hand of Holy Healing is a terrifying martial art in ancient times, it is profound and unusual, and even what he has practiced is just superficial, but this superficiality is enough to make his status extraordinary.

But the young man in front of him can clearly recognize it, even if he doesn't need to guess his identity, he can know that this guy is not an ordinary person.

Pong...

A trembling sound resounded under the feet.

A burly and huge man with a height of three meters walked slowly forward. The necklace formed by the series of black skulls on his body was particularly amazing.

"Hmph...Master Biansheng, leave this group of people to me!"

Not to mention his burly figure, he also had an astonishing hostility, with a high nose bridge and deep pupils, which seemed to be quite different from the person Ye Fantian had seen.

"What a beautiful woman!"