Chapter 1577 Let go of obsessions

"Sleep? How many days have you slept?"

Nangong Lei fell into self-doubt...

When did the Pool of Faith become a place to sleep? And it looks like he slept soundly, otherwise how could he sleep for several days?

"By the way, little friend Fang Fan, you just mentioned cultivation... have you been promoted to the middle-level quasi-sacred realm? You have entered the pool of faith and promoted to a level?"

Nangong Lei broke the news again, and the audience exploded!

At this moment, those listless cultivators moved towards here one by one as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"I'm going! The big boss is the big boss! Awesome Klass! We were tortured a lot when we entered the pool of faith. When we came to the big boss Fang Fan, it's okay to sleep for a few days without pain and itching, and we can improve our cultivation base ..."

"Fuck! How jealous! I can't do it, jealousy has changed my face..."

"Shut up! Why can't such a good thing happen to me? Ahhhhh! I also want to enter the pool of faith and improve my cultivation..."

"Brother, wake up, don't dream of your Spring and Autumn Dream... That's awesome, it has nothing to do with you..."

"Is Fang Fan the boss favored by the true god? It seems that staying in the pool of faith and staying in the training room feel the same?"

"The level of belief is really high! I think the tenth level of belief can no longer satisfy Fang Fan..."

"This is the gap! Why is the gap between me and the boss so big!"

"It's sour, it's sour, it's lemon essence!"

"In terms of competing beliefs, Big Boss Fang Fan is a role model for everyone!"

"Let's take the liberty to say that in terms of faith, I'm afraid the Pope would not dare to compete with Fang Fan casually?"

"Shhhhhhh...brother, you don't want to die? You f**king don't want to die, I want to die...don't be dead, okay..."

"Hey...it's just a joke..."

"By the way, I just saw that Hao Zhan from Haotian Pavilion pretending to be arrogant, saying that anyone who opposes him will have no good end... and said that it is not a discussion to hang Fang Fan..."

"Pfft... the best joke of the year, a seventh-level believer pretending to be like this in front of a super ten-level believer? His face is swollen!"

"asshole!"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Isn't it supposed to be his corpse that I see now?"

"What's the situation! Tell me! Who can tell me!"

"This group of damn fools know how to fall on both sides! They were complimenting me before, but now they are pointing at me behind my back! Villain! Shameless villain!"

"Fang Fan! You should be a dead man!"

Hao Zhan, the third son of the Pavilion Master of Haotian Pavilion, yelled, his complexion blushing again and again.

While talking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching crazily, and the resentment in his heart was expressed on his face.

"Third Brother, let go of your obsessions and fight against Palace Master Fang Fan, you can't succeed!"

"I've said it earlier, it's impossible for Palace Master Fang Fan to die in the most stupid way..."

"Third brother, put down the butcher's knife, and turn your head to the shore! Looking back now, it's still too late."

Hao Yun shrugged indifferently, with a sincere look on his face.

He asked himself that he had a clear conscience, reminded him of everything that should be reminded, said everything that should be said, but Hao Zhan at this moment is like a child in the rebellious period, the more he admonishes, the more irritable he becomes...

"You are a concubine, you are not qualified to teach in front of a concubine like me!"

"You do not deserve!"

"roll!"

Hao Zhan at this moment is like a stray dog, biting whoever it catches.