The little guy shouted and gestured again. Ye Fan, Da Hui, Mantis, Lin Zeming and others were all confused.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Lin Qianrong's delicate face bloomed like a flower, chuckled and said, "It should be that you are a human race, and you are in the late stage of Emperor Wu at the age of decades, and there is also the bloodline of Emperor Yin's ancestor god. Its bloodline advantage does not exist at all. It says you... you are shameless."

As soon as Lin Qianrong said this, everyone and the beasts were stunned.

Ye Fan looked at Xiao Fan with a strange look and said, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Feng was obviously surprised, and he was stunned and nodded.

Ye Fan touched his nose and smiled bitterly. His cultivation level was indeed a bit scary. With his bloodline, he didn't expect that even the descendants of the Nine Sons of the Qinglong were so afraid.

"Then change it."

Ye Fan didn't care, thought for a moment, and said, "If you can reach the level of the Eight Dragon Emperors, I will consider giving you some freedom. If you can get the inheritance of the Dragon Ancestor, I will give you complete freedom. How about it?"

Eight Dragon Emperors!

Hearing this request and conditions, everyone and the beasts were shocked and shocked by Ye Fan's appetite. This was to cultivate the small silk elixir into a second-generation dragon ancestor.

Although Ye Fan said that Xiaohuan gave it freedom when it reached the level of the Dragon Ancestor, Dahui and others knew Ye Fan's style of behavior. It was impossible for him to let the Xiaohuan grow up on his own in order to keep Xiaohuan by his side, or even increase obstacles.

On the contrary, Ye Fan may do his best to cultivate the small sac to make it reach the level of the Dragon Ancestor!

Xiao Wuyan hesitated and struggled for a long time before nodding hard, muttering and gestured.

Lin Qianrong explained again: "It said it agreed, it is easier than catching up with you."

Ye Fan: “…”
Chapter completed!