Little old man, you must have done it on purpose!

Tang Fan roared in his heart, he was very angry.

"Tang Fan!"

Before Tang Fan could answer, he had already heard Zhang Badao's message in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Little old man, what do you want from me?"

Tang Fan was very angry. As long as Zhang Badao called out his name, nothing good would happen.

"You can come to me later, I have something important to do."

"I said...you must be sick! You can't come to me anytime, but..."

"Tang Fan, no matter what you do now, don't forget that Yingzu is not an ordinary person. You must think twice before you act!"

"What do you mean!"

Tang Fan frowned, as if Zhang Badao was beside him.

"I just want to remind you that no matter what you do, you must bear the necessary price!"

"Hey you……"

Tang Fan wanted to say something again, but Zhang Badao had lost his voice.

Tang Fan came back to his senses and stared blankly at the mask on Young Master Ying's face, seeming to realize something.

"Are you scared?"

Although Young Master Ying couldn't hear the exchange between Zhang Badao and Tang Fan, she seemed to have guessed it.

"There is nothing in the world that I am afraid of!"

Tang Fan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I don't care if you are a human or a ghost, ugly or beautiful, as long as I do what I believe, no one can stop me!"

Tang Fan raised his hand and slammed it on the opponent's mask, but the mask didn't move at all.

"If you want to take it off, you still need some skills..."

Little Master Ying's sweet smile reached Tang Fan's ears, making him even more angry.

"I don't believe it if you are pretending to be mysterious and pretending to be a ghost!"

Tang Fan's cultivation exploded, and all his physical strength was concentrated on his hands, and he used all his strength to remove the mask.

"Buzz..."

But apart from the roar, he still didn't take off his mask.

"This...how is it possible? It must be on your face!"

Tang Fan was speechless for a while.

"Better, let me help you..."

"I don't want you to be disappointed..."

Young Master Ying raised her hands, exuding bursts of cold air, and her head shook slightly.

"open!"

Young Master Ying shouted loudly, and the mask on his face fell off!

"boom!"

A red light was released from the mask, and eventually turned into a ball of red flames, suddenly surrounding Tang Fan and burning violently.

"Brother Tang..."

Little Master Ying let out a worried cry, but she was powerless.
Chapter completed!