Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan's eyes flashed, and at this moment, everyone's psychological speculation was inseparable.

That's about it.

Just as Fang Fan was thinking about it, there was a sudden burst of fighting sounds in the distance.

"Come on! Come on!"

"Fight!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

"keep going!"

"Don't you want to find fault?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"The labor and management will not beat you to death today!"

...

The familiar irritable voice reached Fang Fan's ears, and Fang Fan's eyes flashed.

"Fang Fan! It's your master!"

"This guy is over there!"

"Did this guy get into a fight with someone?"

"This **** doesn't stop anywhere!"

Wu Meiling, the vice-president of Guangming Academy, suddenly lit up, her face flushed red, and she said excitedly.

The crowd immediately flew towards not far away, and immediately saw Tai Shujie fighting with a Protoss person.

It looked like he was playing happily.

At the moment, Xue Wanren, the deputy head of Guangming Academy, stood there helplessly.

Seeing Fang Fan and others coming, Xue Wanren also followed.

"Forehead……"

"Vice Palace Master, what's the situation?"

"Why did my master fight with the Protoss?"

"They don't speak the language..."

"Can this be fought?"

Fang Fan's mouth twitched, feeling extremely incredible.

"Ghost knows what this guy thinks..."

"This guy said that the Protoss man had chased you down before, so he wanted to kill him to avenge you..."

"No, that's it..."

Xue Wanren pointed to the Protoss cultivator who was fighting with Taishu Jie not far away.

Fang Fan looked at it at a glance, and it was indeed somewhat familiar.

"Tianlin City's second-class **** general Kuide! Weak demigod realm! The combat power is very strong, and he is a brave warrior!"

Cathy noticed Fang Fan's gaze, and immediately told the guy's corresponding identity and so on.

Fang Fan's eyes flickered slightly, his thoughts couldn't help fluttering, and his facial expressions changed especially real.

"Weak demigod of the God Race?"

"Does my master have such fighting power now?"

"His previous epiphany actually increased so much combat power?"

As Fang Fan spoke, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

To be able to do this is actually quite powerful!

You must know that Tai Shu Jie at this moment has not successfully survived the demigod thunder tribulation in name.

Although he survived the half-god thunder tribulation, the half-god thunder tribulation was disturbed by him, and it was not really passed.

At that time, what he had an epiphany was the profound meaning of imprisoning the sky and destroying the thunder.

When the demigod thunder tribulation was ready, he sprinted directly into the thunder group to absorb the power of thunder and lightning in it, so that these thunders had no chance of falling at all.

In this way, although he did not really survive the demigod thunder calamity, after the energy of those thunder and lightning was swallowed into the body by Tai Shujie, his body was beaten extremely well.

This is no ordinary thing.

Fang Fan's eyes flickered, his thoughts fluttered in front of him, and his expression changed very quickly.

"he?"

"Ah!"

"Hold on by yourself!"

"It just depends on your own physique."

"I don't know how many times this guy was abused by the weak demigod of the Protoss opposite."

"I'm afraid normal people would have collapsed long ago."

"But this guy doesn't know what's going on, he's getting bigger and more brave."

"But it is difficult to suppress the weak demigod of the Protoss at the moment."

"After all, the weak demigods of the Protoss are much stronger than our weak demigods..."

"Uh... Now Tai Shujie's combat power is indeed... It is indeed comparable to our normal weak demigods..."

"Even...even stronger."

Xue Wanren, the deputy head of Guangming Academy, blinked, and then reluctantly admitted.

"Forehead……"

"Vice Palace Master, who is stronger now compared to you and my master?"

Fang Fan squinted his eyes and immediately asked. He needed to know more details so that he could have the standard of combat power on his side.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Xue Wanren suddenly started coughing, as if taken aback by this question.

"He... he wants to fight me, but... it's still a long way off!"

"This guy is fighting with blood and courage!"

"This kind of battle is too exhausting for my body!"

"Humph! What if I agree to this? My body has long since collapsed!"

"Winning like this is meaningless, meaningless at all!"

Xue Wanren shook his head, then said righteously from the side.

However, this assertiveness is only in words.

From Xue Wanren's words, Fang Fan could also hear some underconfidence.

"It looks like this, if my master were to use his full strength, the weak demigod realm of Deputy Palace Master Xue Wanren might not be able to handle it."

"So, I have added a strong weak demigod on my side."

"When the time comes to fight against this chaotic situation, it will be more certain."

Fang Fan's eyes flashed, and his thoughts flew to the extreme.

At this time, the large troops of the bright camp also followed.

The first to bear the brunt is naturally Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint of the bright camp. This guy is now leading all the practitioners of the bright camp.

If the Pope is absent, it is naturally the world of the first-class saints.

In addition to Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint who led the team this time was also named Yuan Jiuxiang.

However, Yuan Jiuxiang obviously didn't like to be in charge, so the power basically fell to Ouyang Tu.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

As soon as Ouyang Tu saw Fang Fan, he immediately became angry, and his face gradually became sinister and dull.

Ever since he met Fang Fan, he felt that nothing was comfortable about him.

Anything good can be messed up!

In this heart, resentment has long followed.

He tried to kill Fang Fan countless times, but failed again and again.

Gradually, he has completely followed the irritability!

The messy heart is bursting out at the moment, and the sinister face is no longer covered!

"kill!"

"Kill him for me!"

"Give it all to me!"

Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint of the Temple of Light, took a deep breath, and his voice gradually became worse.

"Saint Ouyang, what are you doing?"

"What's the situation now, don't you know?"

"The big picture matters!"

"Are we still fighting infighting? Are we still consuming our own strength?"

"You don't even look at what we have become now!"

"The people of the Protoss and the Dark Temple are watching!"

Yuan Jiuxiang, another first-class saint in the Temple of Light Alliance, couldn't help frowning, and said quite unhappily.

He didn't want to help Fang Fan, but mainly for his own personal reasons.

He Yuan Jiuxiang is the first-class saint of the Temple of Light Alliance, but also the old pavilion master of Feiyu Pavilion.

He needs to ensure that the large group of the bright camp can be stabilized, and the Feiyu Pavilion practitioners behind him can obtain the greatest benefits!

Relying on the big tree, it can grow better.