"Who are you looking down on?" Yang Ping 'an proudly raised his chest.
"It's just a small Dao fruit. No matter how strong the source of evil it contains, it's not even a fart in front of me.
Bang! Bang!
Xiao ran waved his hand and knocked on its head.
"You're capable. "
He threw the evil Dao fruit over.
Yang Ping 'an's expression was excited. He opened his mouth and swallowed the evil Dao fruit.
A red spiritual light rose from its body and enveloped it. A huge aura spread out and frantically refined the evil Dao fruit.
Xiao ran did not rush into the room. He stood at the door and watched.
It was really special, having inherited its mother's bloodline.
No matter how the evil Dao fruit rolled, it couldn't make a single wave in front of it.
In a short moment.
The rich source of evil intent was suppressed by it, and then refined for its own use.
15 minutes later.