"Handsome, we are Korean warriors. Wanna team up?"
"Brother, we are the warriors of the Sausage Nation..."
“We are a nation of potatoes…”
The rejection of the Indians does not affect other countries from coming to join the convoy.
A group of female warriors who thought they were pretty came over and tried to get close to him.
"No group!"
"Yes! We refuse!"
Before Yang Fan could speak, Zhao Ruolu and Yaoyao felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and rejected him outright.
Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the two of them with aggressive and hostile expressions. He was stunned. Was it necessary to be so exaggerated?
Rumble!
Rumble!
Suddenly, bursts of roaring sounds came from deep within the sandworm tunnel.
“Hiss~!”
“Hiss~!”
The sudden roar caused the sand-eating worms lurking at the bottom of the fine sand to instantly emerge from the surface of the sand.
Crowded!
Countless!
The warriors looked down at the ground, and saw the sandworms that were wriggling more vigorously than fine sand, and they were almost scared to pee their pants.
If this thing falls down... I'm afraid that in less than ten seconds, there will be nothing left but bones.
"Oh my god! How can that guy with horns on his head walk in the sand?"
"I'm Kang Kang!"
“It’s true!”
"He... isn't he afraid of being bitten by these sand-eating worms?"
"Thick skin!"
"Could he be a 㪸-shaped monster?"
"It has horns on its head and its body is covered with dense scales. It's pretty close to the truth."
"I seemed to have heard it calling that young Chinese master before."
"I heard that, too."
"What is the identity of that young man?"
“I don’t know!”
The absolute number of sand-eating worms forms a sharp contrast with the Doom Dragon walking in the fine sand.
Just like that, everyone was shocked and screamed in surprise.
At this time.
Some people remembered that when the End Demon Dragon entered the tomb, it called Yang Fan "master".
Therefore, their eyes fell on the young man Yang Fan, and they all discussed his identity!
"Ah! I see!"
"What do you know?"
"He... he was the one who summoned the 500-meter black dragon earlier."
"This kid summoned a 500-meter black dragon?"
"right!"
"God damn, a 500-meter dragon. If you say he provides one-stop service, I might believe him."
"Shut up, don't you find that he... looks like a human?"
"Like a person? Like who?"
"He...could he be the plague god from the powerful countries?"
"The Chinese Plague God?"
"Oh my god! I feel...it seems...it really is..."
"He...why did he come to the Northern Territory?"
Finally, a group of idiots recognized Yang Fan's identity.
In an instant, their faces changed drastically and they trembled!
Yang Fan’s reputation for evil is well known!
Without talking about the distant past, let’s just talk about what happened in Yingying Country a month ago.
Of the eight Mahayana masters Yingqi, only two were left after being killed.
There is also the Northern Territory Sword Saint, the Northern Territory Spear King... Who the hell would he not be afraid of?
"We in the Korean nation are very well behaved now, so we shouldn't be displeased with them."
"We, the Baijiao Nation, haven't provoked any of the great powers... Ugh! If we haven't provoked China, they certainly won't target us."
"Hey! Have you figured it out?"
"It's not that I've figured it out, it's that I'm scared to death."
The warriors of the country, which had some conflicts with China, were trembling with fear.
Now.
They lay on the rock walls on both sides of the passage like monkeys, with no way up and no way down.
Killing them would be easier for Yang Fan than crushing an ant.
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