"Asshole!"
"This boy must be executed!"
The dozen or so strong men around were all angry.
Xiao Fan actually provoked them so arrogantly.
They searched with all their might.
They even used some treasures that were not easily used.
But even so, a quarter of an hour passed and they still didn't find him. They had no idea where Xiao Fan was hiding.
"You are such a loser."
"I originally wanted to take you as my younger brothers, but after thinking it over, I decided not to. It would be embarrassing to take younger brothers like you."
Xiao Fan said again.
There are already more than twenty strong men outside, and they are all furious. Xiao Fan is too infuriating.
"Everyone, please call as many people as possible!"
"This bastard must die!"
One of the strong men said angrily.
The other strong men nodded.
Xiao Fan's annoying voice rang out again: "What? Can't find anyone you want to call? It's no use calling anyone."
"A bunch of losers who came here are probably losers themselves."
The powerful men outside were even more annoyed.
They had seen crazy people, but they had never seen someone so suicidal that he kept provoking them crazily.
“Swoosh!” “Swoosh!”
In just half an hour, hundreds of quasi-saints arrived here. They searched with all their might but still couldn't find Xiao Fan.
"Isn't he going to leave?"
A quasi-saint coming from behind questioned.
"Yes, I can."
Another quasi-saintly path.
They are confident in their abilities, and if they search with all their might, they should be able to find it.
"Walk?"
"Why should I leave?"
"You guys are so useless that you won't be able to find me even if I give you a whole day."
Xiao Fan's voice sounded outside the system space.
"Grass!"
"This bastard really deserves to die!"
The strong man coming from behind also broke through the defense.
Xiao Fan is really infuriating.
Two hours later, thousands of quasi-saints gathered here.
They usually would fight whenever they met, but now they have all temporarily put aside their hatred for each other.
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