He had no intention of taking action.

The number of players below has not yet threatened Fang Xinglan's qualifications.

No matter what.

The other party is also the ancestor of the formation.

The ancestor of formation among all races in heaven and earth.

When it comes to strength and means, they are by no means comparable to ordinary true immortals.

and.

The formation can play its greatest role in group attacks.

To a certain extent, a Fang Xinglan is equivalent to a few, or even a dozen true immortals.

Especially the crushing battle.

With a formation, the lethality is even more terrifying.

so.

Xiao Chengfeng just took a few random glances and continued to go to another place.

Since Qianyuan Holy Land can solve the problem itself, he doesn't need to do it.

Below.

Fang Xinglan stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him, there are a large number of players gathered.

I suddenly looked at it.

It seems like it is all over the mountains and fields, and there is no end to see it.

Faced with so many players, Fang Xinglan did not look afraid at all.

He looked ahead and his voice was indifferent: "I will give you another chance. If you retreat now, there will be room for maneuver. Otherwise, you will have no way to die!"

The number of players in front of you is definitely more than 100,000.

But even so.

Fang Xinglan still didn't take the other party seriously.

What he said now is just a formality.

Because it has been concluded that players will never retreat easily.

after all.

If so many players gather here, it would be a bit ridiculous if they were scared away by a few words.

As expected.

After Fang Xinglan finished speaking.

Some players sneered: "I am worthy of being the deputy saint master of Qianyuan Holy Land. I can speak loudly. You really think that it is still the same as before. Today, not only can you not stop us, but even Qianyuan Holy Land, it cannot stop us!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts of killing soaring into the sky shake the world.

These players gathered here have the determination to kill Qianyuan Holy Land.

See this.

Fang Xinglan nodded: "Very good, this is your choice, so no wonder I am."

The words are over.

A small clock appeared in his palm.

Next breath.
Chapter completed!