After the war, Ye Fan's empty body was undoubtedly recovering crazily at a terrifying speed.

Next to him, Noya was completely stunned.

For a moment, she felt that the man in front of her had become the center of the world.

Those powers of heaven and earth are like pilgrims, like moths rushing to the flame, one after another, until in the end, they all become part of Ye Fan's body.

I don't know how long it took, but two figures quietly appeared in the void ahead.

They were a hundred meters apart and looked at each other from afar.

"I don't know, Your Excellency, but you have the title of Wushuang, Chu Tianfan?"

Foluo Palace stands on the sky, with a solemn face and a long robe fluttering in the wind.

Beside him was Haibu who had already changed his clothes.

Just now, Ye Fan and Duolun fought, and Haibu also received two slaps.

Although the injury was not serious, his clothes were damaged.

Now that they are here to negotiate, this appearance represents face, so they naturally need to pay special attention to it.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, someone is coming..."

Noya's face turned pale, and she whispered to Mark.

At this time, Ye Fan was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, breathing regularly and his eyes tightly closed, as if he was asleep.

"Your Excellency, is this the unparalleled master of Yanxia, ​​Chu Tianfan?"

"I am the master of Foluo Palace, Foluo."

"If you still want to save your woman, please respond." King Fuluo said again.

The rolling sound echoed.

Ye Fan's eyes suddenly opened.

A cold and forbidding voice immediately sounded: "The title Wushuang is dead, so where can I be as the Wushuang Grandmaster?"

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