Versatile Mage: Ancient God Supreme

"Dicaeus, go and deal with it. Be careful not to make too much noise, otherwise the people from the Lingyin Tribunal will come to trouble us."

Groken, who has wavy blonde hair, said.

"Yes, sir."

Ye Xinxia pursed her lips. She had a hunch that Groken would pay a huge price for his arrogance, and he might cast a shadow on Donghuang for the rest of his life.

"Listen to the foreign devils in front of you. Come out and raise your hands to surrender. Stop making unnecessary resistance. Magic doesn't have eyes."

Mo Fan was carried by Leng Qing and shouted to the people inside the aircraft in an awkward posture.

"Ahem. Mo Fan, you can easily cause international disputes by shouting like this." Leng Qing reminded Mo Fan.

"Then let me put it another way -"

Mo Fan listened to the advice and nodded: "People from the Parthenon, you are the filthiest, ugliest, despicable, and disgusting force I have ever seen. Now go back to your hometown in Egypt." , I can still let you live."

Mo Fan directly copied Ye Wuxin's words of scolding the Shadowborn King, but he found that for some reason, he said these words very smoothly!

It was as if this was what he was supposed to say.

After reaching the high level of the two elements, Mo Fan felt that he was frighteningly strong. Xingzi no longer had to stick to a single shape, but could fabricate magic as he pleased.

On the white aircraft, Groken obviously heard Mo Fan's bad words. After being insulted by the foul words, Groken obviously became a little irritable and furious.

"How dare he insult the great White Magic Palace - a yellow-skinned monkey who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!!"

There was some malice flashing in Groken's gloomy eyes.

Xinxia obviously heard Mo Fan's voice, and she used her psychic magic to gather a force: "Brother Mo Fan, I'm here."

After Mo Fan heard Xinxia's voice, he felt happy: "Great Xinxia, ​​are these bastards really from the Parthenon? Why do they look like bandits?"

"They are indeed members of the Parthenon, but I don't understand why they didn't give me time to choose and took me away so quickly!!" Xinxia continued with the voice of her heart.

"Don't worry, Wuxin is already on his way here. Without his consent, no one here can leave Songcheng alive!"

Mo Fan grinned.

Provoke Ye Wuxin - you have kicked the diamond.

While Mo Fan was talking to Ye Xinxia, ​​a person had already flown out of the aircraft.

A pair of wind wings spread out behind him. He was obviously a wind mage who had been raping high-level people for a long time. He flew in the direction of Leng Qing and Mo Fan, with a bit of ridicule in his light blue eyes.

"Fire Fist!!!"

Mo Fan didn't waste any time. He started with a powerful blast, and the flames turned into the shape of a dragon and rushed towards him.

Dicaeus did not expect that this Donghuang man was so bold and dared to attack him directly. This simply did not take the dignity of the temple into consideration.

"Damn it! How dare you desecrate the majesty of the temple! Do you know my identity?" Dicaeus said angrily.

Leng Qing did not expect that Mo Fan would take action rashly. She quickly stopped Mo Fan who was above her and said: "Hey, this kind of international disputes must be discussed first. If we can't reach an agreement, we will fight!"

"Okay, you talk first. Let me ask where my brother is?"

When Leng Qing heard that Ye Wuxin was coming, he quickly raised his eyebrows and said, "I am Leng Qing, the deputy chief judge of the Lingyin Trial Society. There is a girl on your aircraft. Please put her down."

Dicaeus sneered: "Sorry, we don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Our teaching will start tomorrow. Since she has been selected by us, she must obey our arrangements."

"She doesn't agree with it, and neither do her parents."

"Please step aside, our time is very valuable!!"

"Don't change the subject for me. You can try it. As long as you dare to leave the airport one meter, I can apply to kill you!!"

Leng Qing will not be scared by the so-called glory of the temple. Although Donghuang's national power has not returned to its peak, he is still not afraid of the Parthenon.

"This"

Dicaeus did not expect Leng Qing's attitude to be so tough, and was stunned for a moment.