"You still can't do it after all......"

These words are extremely harsh, containing endless irony, it seems to be a mockery, a mockery of Yang Fan's inadequacy, and a mockery of the Northern Realm.

When they heard this extremely harsh voice, Jun Luotian and the others all had hideous faces, their green muscles flared up, and they stared at Chu Jingtian tightly, with murderous intent in their eyes, as if they wanted to swallow Chu Jingtian alive.

Ahem!

Yang Fan coughed again, blood flowed down the corners of his mouth and dripped to the ground, Yang Fan's hair was scattered, and those eyes were full of anger!

"Bastard! He hates people to say he's a mongrel!"

When he was very young, he was looked down upon everywhere, and since he was a child, he was most afraid that others would say that he was a mongrel, but now Chu Jingtian has touched the scales.

Yang Fan's momentum climbed, it seemed that Yang Fan's blood was tumbling and boiling, just like boiling water, and a kind of inky black scales appeared on the surface of Yang Fan's skin!