After 20 Years Of Silence, The Clone Is Now Invincible

Bai Polong was stunned. His grandson actually had two Ninth Grade flame clones.

"What?" Yaoyang Saint's face changed instantly.

"A second Ninth Grade flame clone, how is this possible?" Beiyun Saint exclaimed, shocked.

"This flame Talent is simply amazing." Huahuo Saint was no longer calm, his face was full of horror.

"Is my Qingyan lineage finally going to rise? Is it finally going to usher in a prosperous era again?" Xingji Saint couldn't believe it. Two Ninth Grade flames, after so many years, their Qingyan lineage finally produced a monster again.

Everyone present was shocked and looked at Yan Bufan in the picture. Wasn't it agreed that there would be only one Ninth Grade flame clone? How did it become two?

Too evil!

"You still say your grandson won't lie? Is this a Ninth Grade flame? These are two Ninth Grade flames... two Ninth Grade flames." Jiangxing Saint was full of amazement, and couldn't help but tease the stunned Bai Polong.

As soon as the words fell, Saint Jianxing saw the third Yan Bufan appear on the screen.

Saint Jianxing: "???"

"My God, he has a third Ninth Grade flame clone?"

"Fuck! How can the other disciples survive?"

"Is this... is this going to heaven?"

"Monster... Monster!"

All the Saints couldn't help but stand up, staring at the Yan Bufan in the screen in amazement

Three Ninth Grade flames!

Three in total!

Talent is completely equal to the Qingyan lineage, the best disciple in history.

No!

If the number is counted, Yan Bufan's flame Talent has even surpassed them.

"Terrible, too terrible, there should be no more, it really scared me to death." Saint Jianxing said with a trembling voice.

"There should be no more." Saint Beiyun took a deep breath.

"Three Ninth Grade flames, Talent can already be on par with the best disciples in history, isn't that enough?" Yaoyang Saint was a little unhappy: "Still wanting to surpass, it's wishful thinking, impossible!"

As soon as Yaoyang Saint finished speaking, the fourth Yan Bufan appeared on the screen.

Jianxing Saint: "......_

Beiyun Saint"...

Bai Polong:

Yan Dong:".

And?

Dead silence!

The whole audience was in dead silence!

Everyone present was stunned, looking at the four figures in the picture in shock.

No!

It should be five figures.

Four Ninth Grade flames!

This flame Talent has completely surpassed the predecessors and created history.

Almost everyone present had only one thought in their minds: "Monster! Transcendent Level monster"!"

At the same time!

The central square of Qingyan City.

"Four Ninth Grade flame clones, how did they do this? It's incredible!"

"Hiss! Four Ninth Grade flames, who is this guy, I have never heard of such a Transcendent Level monster in our Qingyan lineage. ”

“It’s him, Yan Bufan, how is it possible?”

“ Seventh Grade Alchemist plus Seventh Grade Artefact Refining Master, now plus four Ninth Grade flames, the anti-Talent is enough to cause the original world.

“A miracle, it’s simply a miracle.”

When the four Yan Bufan appeared in the picture, the whole square exploded directly, and one after another, the sound of gasping for air continued to sound.

Everyone present looked at the five figures in the picture in horror. No wonder they dared to say “Everyone present is a waste”. It turns out that they have such confidence.

“Is this my grandson?”

“Brother!”

On the high platform, Yan Jingxuan and others also stared with their eyes wide open, and stood up involuntarily, completely doubting their lives. Didn't they say that there was only one Ninth Grade flame clone? How did it suddenly become four?

At this moment, they felt like they were dreaming, very unreal.

In the past twenty days, Bufan has brought them too many shocks.

From an ordinary person without Talent to the current Seventh Grade Alchemist, Seventh Grade Artefact Refining Master, plus four Ninth Grade flames, it is simply like a dream, unbelievable.

Qingyan Palace!

"Even if you have four Ninth Grade clones, so what? It doesn't mean that you have the strength of Heavenly King." Yaoyang Saint was slapped in the face many times, and he snorted coldly, trying to save some face.

As soon as the voice fell, Yaoyang Saint saw Yan Bufan in Qingshen Mountain slapped the King Realm Great Accomplishment Monster to death with one palm.

Slapping a King Realm Great Accomplishment Monster to death so easily, it is obvious that he definitely has the strength of Heavenly King.

This little bastard is too scary, not only is he good at fire talent, but his strength is so terrible.

Fortunately, he has not grown up yet and is not my opponent at present.

Yaoyang Saint clenched his fists, feeling extremely aggrieved, but still kept his mouth shut.

No one at the scene paid attention to Yaoyang Saint.

Bai Polong suddenly turned his head and said to his son beside him: "Hao'er, go and invite the ancestors over."

"Yes!" Bai Hao came back to his senses, his eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what his father was going to do.

Then he quickly left the hall.

Hearing this, Yan Qingdong had a bad premonition in his heart, frowned and asked: "Bai Polong, what are you going to do?"

Bai Polong did not want to hide it, and said lightly: "Since Bufan is my grandson, he is naturally a disciple of my Chiguang lineage. "

Yan Qingdong was puzzled: "What do you mean? You want to rob people?"

Bai Polong smiled and shook his head: "What do you mean by robbing people? Don't say it so harshly, Bufan is my grandson, I just want to take him to live in Chiguang City, isn't it okay?"

Isn't this just wanting to rob people?

If he goes, can he come back?

Yan Qingdong instantly understood Bai Polong's sinister intentions and refused without hesitation: "No, Bufan is my Qingyan disciple, and it is absolutely impossible for him to live in your Chiguang City.

At this time, Heavenly Fire Saint King also recovered and said coldly: "Bullshit, what do you mean by your Chiguang disciples, Bufan is a disciple of my Qingyan lineage, no one can rob him.'

Jianxing Saint frowned and said: "Brother Polong, you are wrong to say that, Bufan has always been a Qingyan disciple, how can he be your Chiguang disciple?"

"Want to rob people? No way. "

"Bai Polong, are you daydreaming?"

The Saints spoke up one after another. Yan Bufan, who possessed four Ninth Grade flames, was definitely their treasure. How could they give him up to others?

Bai Polong looked around at everyone and sneered: "Since he is your Qingyan disciple, are you treating him like this? Put his father and grandfather in jail, and send people to kill him? It's ridiculous. You are not qualified to say that he is your Qingyan disciple."

"...||Do you know that because of your stupid actions, my grandson's flame Talent was exposed, exposed to everyone's eyes. "

Bai Polong became more and more angry: "If you give him time and continue to forbear, maybe he can quietly become a Great Saint, or even a Supreme. By then, the foundation will be established, and who can do anything to him.

"But now? Whether he can grow up smoothly is a problem. He needs to be vigilant at all times, vigilant against assassinations by enemies of the tribe, and vigilant against assassinations by aliens. If something happens to my grandson, you will be blamed.

Everyone was silent. It must be said that Bai Polong's words were extremely reasonable.

After Yan Bufan's terrible flame Talent was exposed, not to mention how the enemies would react, but for the aliens, they would definitely want to kill him as soon as possible.

After all, the flame of their tribe completely restrains the aliens.

In the eyes of the aliens, they are thorns in the eyes and flesh.

Just when everyone had nothing to say, Yaoyang Saint broke the silence. He frowned and said lightly: "It's a good thing for young people to experience more. Without experiencing crises, how can you prove the Great Dao?"

Bai Polong was immediately angry when he heard this, and glared at Yaoyang Saint: "Let the aliens assassinate one and try. I want to see if you can survive tomorrow. "Of course!" Yaoyang Saint (Nuo Zhao Zhao) said without hesitation, because he believed that the aliens would not waste their energy to kill him. It was easy to talk, Bai Polong suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura, and said angrily: "Do you want to die?" "Okay, okay, stop arguing, let's discuss it properly." Seeing that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, the Hundred-Faced Saint King could not help but stand up and say. It would be better if the Hundred-Faced Saint King did not speak. Once he spoke, Bai Polong's anger became even worse: "Hundred-Faced old ghost, it was you, the Thousand-Faced Saint Mansion, who sent people to kill my grandson. If you can't give an explanation, this matter is not over. I can't beat you, the Thousand-Faced Saint Mansion, but my wife can. "

After hearing what Bai Polong said, the Hundred-faced Saint King frowned.

Chihua Great Saint surrendered?

This matter is not easy to resolve.

If he knew Yan Bufan had such a background, he would never send people to kill this family.

Seeing the Hundred-faced Saint King being defeated, Yan Qingdong wanted to laugh. He coughed a few times and said: "Brother Polong, no matter how much you say, it's useless. Bufan is my Qingyan disciple, and this will never change.

Heavenly Fire Saint King also said: "You want to use this method to make us give up Bufan, it's impossible, don't waste your energy."

"Two old bastards." Bai Polong cursed in his heart.