Ultimate Devouring Evolution

The elders of the Feng Shui Sect were all gearing up to capture the people outside the Sect.

But after hearing Xiao Bufan talk about Zhang Fan's greatness, they all fell silent.

Zhang Fan's level is indeed not high, but with the laws of four-dimensional space, it is a bit difficult to deal with.

In addition, he can also use poison, and his poison ignores dimensions.

This is even more troublesome.

The great elder gently stroked the thick black beard on his chin with his right hand and narrowed his eyes slightly: "In this case, it will be a bit troublesome."

Seeing the hesitation of these old guys, Xiao Bufan snorted in his heart: They are all old cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

So I had to take out dragon fruit as a temptation.

"Whoever captures or kills that kid, I will take out a dragon fruit. If the two elders work together to take down the kid, then I can give them two dragon fruits."

When the elders heard this, the fiery gazes in their eyes became much more fiery.

Although that kid knows the laws of four-dimensional space and can use poison, a martial saint has a 60% chance of winning against him.

Now if the two Martial Saints work together, the chances of winning will be much greater.

"Bufan, don't worry, the second elder and I will definitely take that guy's head back to vent your anger."

The great elder said.

"What did the great elder say? Why do you need to take action on such a trivial matter? My seventh elder and twenty-second elder can handle it easily."

"Hey, the seventh elder is overqualified when he goes out. How can he use his sword to kill a chicken? Let me, the twenty-eighth elder and the twenty-ninth elder, go out."

When he said this, he saw that the third elder and the eighth elder had already left.

Xiao Bufan snorted in his heart.

These guys are really useless guys who can't afford to be early.

But having said that, among those who can become Martial Saints, which one is more fuel-efficient?

Hey, that kid outside the door, just wait for death!

But just as the elders were leaving the clinic one after another, gearing up to deal with Zhang Fan, an alchemist suddenly screamed: "No!"

This bad sound caused all the elders who were leaving to stop and turn around.

The one who spoke was the fifth-grade alchemist who had previously produced the fifth-grade poison-resolving spirit liquid.

I saw him holding Xiao Bufan's hand with an anxious look on his face.

Everyone looked at Xiao Bufan's hand and saw that the dark green on Xiao Bufan's right palm, which had faded just now, was slightly darker than before.

"Why is this?"

The great elder asked in surprise.

The fifth-level alchemist's brows were knitted into knots, and his face was solemn: "It seems that the poison-transforming spirit liquid can only suppress the toxin, but cannot completely eliminate it."

"How is it possible?" the great elder asked in shock, "Didn't it say that the poison-transforming spiritual liquid can detoxify all known poisons?"

The fifth-level alchemist's face became more solemn: "I'm afraid this poison is not a known poison."

"What should we do?"

Xiao Bufan looked at his right hand nervously again.

The fifth-level alchemist thought for a moment, shook his head, and said: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell."

After hearing this, all the elders nodded: "Let's go out now, catch the kid, and force him to come up with the antidote."

Then the twenty-nine elders all shouted and walked towards the door.

The voice of the fifth-level alchemist behind him came: "Elders, please hurry up. In my opinion, Uncle Xiao only has half an hour."

After hearing this, the elders' expressions became more solemn.

Now, in addition to the temptation of dragon fruit, there is another important task: saving Xiao Bufan's life.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for them and the elders when the leader comes back.

…

Let's say that Zhang Fan was flapping his wings and suspended in mid-air in front of the mountain gate.

For a person of unknown origin like him, hundreds of Feng Shui disciples formed a fan shape to keep him away.

One of the leading disciples shouted and asked who the visitor was and why he came.

Zhang Fan refused to answer and just waited for the speaker to come out.

More than ten minutes later, nearly thirty people were seen walking quickly out of the mountain gate.

Zhang Fan only made a little distinction and knew that these nearly thirty people were not simple.

The other disciples all wore the uniform uniforms of the Feng Shui Sect, but these nearly thirty people were the only ones wearing casual clothes.

And after testing the nano-watch, it turned out that these nearly thirty people were all martial saints.

The strongest one among them has reached the fifth level of Martial Saint.

These nearly thirty people stood together, and their aura alone could frighten their opponents by half.

When the disciples saw that these twenty-nine elders appeared together, they respectfully stepped aside and looked at Zhang Fan in confusion.

What is this kid's ability that allows twenty-nine martial saints to come out to fight together?

At this time, the Great Elder looked up at Zhang Fan, who was flapping his blood wings slightly in the sky, and then glanced at the disciples holding weapons, and scolded: "The visitor is a guest. Isn't it the way to welcome guests when you treat them like this? "

The disciples quickly put away their weapons and stood with their hands down.

The great elder then hugged Zhang Fan and said with a smile: "Dear guest, our Feng Shui Sect has no grudges against you, so why do we poison people?"

Facing these twenty-nine martial saints, Zhang Fan felt uneasy, but for the sake of the volcanic ice soul, which is what these people call dragon fruit, he couldn't care less.

"You people from the Feng Shui Sect have robbed me of my volcanic ice soul. How dare you say that you have no grudges?"

The Great Elder thought that saying the words Feng Shui Sect would make this kid afraid.

Unexpectedly, this boy didn't show any fear at all.

He immediately smiled and said: "You may have misunderstood. There are no volcanic ice souls here. There are only five dragon fruits, but they were picked by Master Xiao from our Feng Shui Sect at the risk of his life. In order to snatch the dragon fruit, you attacked Master Xiao." Uncle uses poison with such vicious intentions..."

"hehe."

Zhang Fan sneered and interrupted the great elder: "You stole my volcano ice soul, but the evildoer complained first. What a one of the three major sects, just making people laugh!"

"shut up!"

"You dare to insult our Feng Shui sect, I don't want to live anymore!"

"presumptuous!"

The elders spoke out and criticized him one after another.

An ordinary person would have been frightened to death by the claws of nearly thirty martial saints.

But Zhang Fan didn't change his expression.

Although they are far inferior to these people in terms of strength, that does not mean they have to back down.

The great elder of the Feng Shui Sect waved his right hand to stop the scolding of the elders, and turned to Zhang Fan and said: "You hurt our Feng Shui Sect's Uncle Xiao, and you insulted our Feng Shui Sect. But there are so many of us Feng Shui Sect masters. I won’t argue with you. As long as you take out the antidote and detoxify our Uncle Xiao, I will let you go. How about that?”

Zhang Fan is not a three-year-old child, so he naturally knows that some of his words are not true.

He sneered and said: "What if I detoxify you but you don't let me go? I'm a little holy warrior and I can't defeat you. Wouldn't it be at your disposal?"

The great elder stroked his long black beard and said with a laugh: "As one of the three major sects in the immortal world, our Feng Shui Sect will not break promises to others casually."