Chapter 242: I'm afraid you can't afford it

"Ahhh~"
A strange voice sounded, and as the voice disappeared, the small black cauldron suppressing Xiao Fan disappeared strangely in vain, and the surroundings instantly recovered calm.
The smile on Huangfu Hongxiao's face instantly froze there, his eyes widened, his face full of incredible color.
The scene where he relied on Ding Xuding to suppress Xiao Fan did not appear, but Ding Xuding disappeared.
"Where is Dingxu Ding?" Huangfu Hongxiao's expression flickered, and he scanned the surroundings, but he didn't see Dingxu Ding.
When he saw the smile on Xiao Fan's face, Huangfu Hongxiao suddenly understood, and roared: "Asshole, give me back!"
Immediately, he rushed towards Xiao Fan as if he wanted his life, and the black poison gas gushing out like a vast sea.
"Dingxuding? Don't think about it." Xiao Fan looked at Huangfu Hongxiao disdainfully and sneered.
He did not retreat quickly with Huangfu Hongxiao, but quickly urged the killing of the gods in his body. The person who had just swallowed the Dingxu Cauldron was naturally killing the gods.
What he has to do now is to erase the soul mark on the Dingxu cauldron.
Xiao Fan discovered that there was not only the soul mark of Huangfu Hongxiao on the Dingxu Cauldron, but also an extremely tyrannical power. Needless to think about it, this power should have been exerted by a strong king in the sky.
However, even if it is the soul mark left by the king of the gods, it is nothing to kill the gods.
Killing the gods can swallow even the godhead, and instantly refine, not to mention the soul mark!
"Puff!" After several breaths, Huangfu Hongxiao spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression languishing, and angrily looked at Xiao Fan and said, "You erased the soul mark on Dingxu Cauldron?"
The soul mark was erased, and he himself was backlashed, his face was full of horror, Xiao Fan actually erased his soul mark within a few breaths.
However, the next moment something even more surprising happened to him, when Xiao Fan detected his hand and suddenly a black small cauldron appeared in his hand.
"Ding Xuding, shatter him for me!"
Xiao Fan shouted, imitating Huangfu Hongxiao's words before, Dingxu Ding quickly grew bigger, and rolled towards Huangfu Hongxiao.
"No, it's impossible!" Huangfu Hongxiao showed fear on his face.
No wonder he was horrified. You know, the Dingxu Cauldron not only leaves his soul mark, but his soul mark is easy to erase.
However, the other soul power cannot be erased by the ancient gods, because it is the mark left by the strong king.
Xiao Fan could even erase the mark of the strong king, and he was able to control the Dingxu Cauldron in a short period of time. This was no ordinary abnormality.
boom!
Xiao Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and controlled Dingxu Cauldron to smash it down fiercely. Huangfu Hongxiao only felt that his body was hit by a star, and he almost fell apart, not knowing how many bones he had broken.
With thick unwillingness and despair in his eyes, he flew backwards, and at the same time, the black mist around him slowly disappeared.
At the same time, Xiao Fan put away the Dingxu Ding, the endless sky disappeared at the same time, looking at Huangfu Hongxiao with indifferent expression.
The outside monk looked blankly at the center of the square, where the black mist was shrouded, and even the powerful Fenghou did not dare to explore it easily with the power of the soul.
The black mist emanating from Huangfu Hongxiao, but the most poisonous thing, will be attacked if they are not careful, they can only wait for the result.
"Xiao Fan will be fine, he must win. If he loses, my Tian Wuyu will lose 25 places."
"Although I don't want him to lose, this poisonous fog is too terrifying, and it is estimated that the Fenghou strongman will not be able to bear it. It is too difficult for him to defeat Huangfu Hongxiao."
"He persisted for so long, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope, hey, look, the black poisonous gas has disappeared."
The crowd is not very optimistic about Xiao Fan, even the cultivators of Tianwu Shenshan Mountain, they know the terrible black poison gas.
The cultivator of Tianyouyu showed the color of gloating, as if he had seen Xiao Fan's death.
"Xiao Fan, you like to get out, this time, it depends on how you live!" In the crowd, Yu Wenhou sneered at the black fog in the middle of the field, as if wishing Xiao Fan to die inside.
Yuwenxian's eyes were cold. Although he hoped Xiao Fan would die, he still remained calm on the surface.
"The son will definitely win!" Yingfeng clenched his fists and stared at the center of the field.
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the black mist, and then the black poisonous mist began to slowly dissipate.
After a while, the crowd vaguely saw a dark shadow standing there, motionless, and their hearts were extremely nervous.
After a few more breaths, they finally saw who the dark shadow was, and everyone couldn't help but stare.
"Xiao, Xiao Fan?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, his voice full of unbelief.
But this is the case, the person standing is Xiao Fan, not Huangfu Hongxiao.
Above the stands, everyone suddenly stood up, including the third son Yue Tianhao, who stared at Xiao Fan in the center of the field with a cold expression, bursting out coldly.
Xiao Fan felt a cold breath, slowly turned his head and looked at the stands, facing Yue Tianhao's eyes, not letting the slightest.
"Impossible, elder brother won't be defeated, won't!" Huangfu Wenfeng's face changed drastically, his head swaying like a rattle.
Not only he didn't believe it, but everyone present didn't believe it. Huangfu Hongxiao's strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How could Xiao Fan defeat him?
But in fact, Xiao Fan not only defeated Huangfu Hongxiao, but also easily crushed him, and even grabbed a magic weapon.
"What's your name?" At this time, an indifferent voice sounded, but he saw Yue Tianhao standing with his hands held up, looking high above Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan frowned. He was very upset with Yue Tianhao's gaze and tone, and he turned his head directly, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Yue Tianhao raised his eyebrows. It was the first time that he was so ignored by others, and he was furious, but he still suppressed his anger forcibly and said, "Are you willing to be my servant?"
As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked, especially the people in Tianyou Domain. They knew very well what it meant to be Yue Tianhao's attendant.
As long as Xiao Fan agrees, the road to cultivation can be said to be unimpeded.
The cultivators of the Heavenly Martial Domain were extremely happy. In this way, wouldn't the Heavenly Martial Domain be able to get more places to enter the battlefield of Hundred Kills?
"Servant?" Xiao Fan slowly turned his head to look at Yue Tianhao, frowning.
"Boy, what are you still stunned for? Being able to be the attendant of the third son is a blessing you have cultivated for ten lifetimes!" A black-robed old man beside Yue Tianhao laughed, as if he wished Xiao Fan would immediately agree.
"Boy, your name is Xiao Fan, right? What are you trying to do? As long as you become San Young Master's attendant, Tian Wuyu will not only get fifty places, but as long as San Young Master is happy, there can be more." The young man also spoke.
"This is a great honor. I guess this kid is so happy." The black-robed old man looked at Xiao Fan jokingly.
Xiao Fan's expression remained unmoved from beginning to end, his gaze fell on Yue Tianhao, and he saw Yue Tianhao holding his head high, taking it for granted. After a long time, Xiao Fan uttered a word: "Be your attendant? I'm afraid you can't afford it."