An old man appeared in front of Chen Fan with a pale face and no beard, and the light in his eyes seemed a little complicated.

"Can you call Chen Fan?" The old man's voice was high-pitched, and if he didn't listen carefully, he might still think it was a female voice.

"Yes!" Chen Fan nodded, and took the first half of the general outline of the formation into his arms, still with a deep look of caution in his eyes.

I saw the old man step forward abruptly, and his white face turned red in an instant, seeming to have incomparable excitement: "Is your hometown in the Eastern Shenzhou Dachen Dynasty?"

"Yes!"

Opening his mouth in the last sentence, the old man actually plopped and knelt in front of Chen Fan, constantly kowtow.

"Young master, old slave... old slave finally sees you again!"

Such a move made Chen Fan's eyes full of suspiciousness, but it was not the time to speak. After sensing that the old man was not malicious to him, Chen Fan signaled to the other party to stay safe, and the two left first.

Flying straight out of the Kyushu Prison, with his feet on the ground again, Chen Fan took a deep breath and stared at the surrounding scenery.

A huge pit with no bottom in front of me was the former Kyushu Prison.

Around the huge pit, a row of residences was established, which was the place where the congregation of the Tiandi Sect had previously lived.

But now, there is no need for these dwellings to exist anymore, because the original cultists of the Heavenly Emperor have long been dead and wounded.

They thought it was the days when everyone was trapped in Kyushu Prison and needed to please him. Seeing countless people fleeing from Kyushu Prison, they even wanted to stop it.

In this way, the end is self-evident.

Chen Fan even found Wang Yi and Ma Yue in the crowd, fighting with Wei Zhong and others.

At this moment, most of the people who had escaped from the upper zone had already left, and a small number of monks in the middle zone chose to protect themselves.

The rest, looking around, there are about five or six hundred people who are sparing no effort to vent their anger that they have squeezed for years!

Chen Fan's feet were half an inch off the ground, and he flew directly in front of Wei Zhong. He waved his hand and stopped everyone's movements: "Stop!"

In an instant, everyone was taken aback and saw Chen Fan pointing at Wang Yi and Ma Yue and said, "These two people are my prey!"

"Chen Fan, you are not dead yet!"

When he saw Chen Fan, Wang Yi's eyes suddenly showed horror. Wu Meng had previously told them that Chen Fan had been killed. How could he appear before him again?

"Damn it!"

With a secret curse, Wang Yi thought that Wu Meng lied to him, but he didn't know that Chen Fan had escaped more than once.

At this moment, facing Wang Yi, Chen Fan has no nonsense at all. Killers will always be killed!

With a flash of figure, he came directly to Wang Yi. Chen Fan's mouth was sneered, and his voice was incomparable ice cold: "Why, are the benefits given by Emperor Chen enough to buy your life?"

"Chen Fan, you need to deceive people too much. In the dispute between you and me, it is still unclear who will kill you!"

Up to now, Wang Yi has also taken out the cruelty in his own bones and opened his mouth hysterically. His cultivation is the Second Heaven of the Emperor Realm. How can he lose when facing the peak of a Martial King from the Chen Fan district?

Therefore, Wang Yi's inner thought was to kill Chen Fan and take this opportunity to escape.

Wei Zhong wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Chen Fan. The old man who had nothing to face before also wanted to take action, but without exception, Chen Fan stopped him.

"To deal with him, I don't need others to take action!"

After all, the right fist had begun to gain momentum, but Wang Yi didn't care at all, and the corner of his mouth kept sneering.

"Many arm is a car, and he doesn't measure his strength. Even if Wu Meng fails to kill you, if you commit a crime in my hands today, you will definitely die!"

After that, Wang Yi immediately launched an attack, and the three-foot green peak in his hand drew a tricky arc in mid-air, and went straight to Chen Fan's throat.

On the other hand, Chen Fan stood upright on the spot, suddenly his figure flashed, and when Wang Yi didn't even react, he hit his dantian with a punch!

"boom!"

With just one punch, Wang Yi, who was in the second heaven of the Emperor Realm, was blown into a cloud of blood!