Di Qing's Whereabouts

Yan Fan muttered in dissatisfaction and then withdrew his palm.

"Hurry up and take out as many as you have. Give me 180 of them. If you dare to give me one, I'll definitely tear you apart today."

The Giant Immortal Tree was on the verge of death. When it heard this, it immediately wailed, "180 fruits? Do you think they are clay balls?! This is a Dao Fruit that I bear. I can only produce one every one Hua Year!"

He scratched his head when he heard that. "Then hand over all of it. My disciple is going to advance today. If he succeeds, you'll get a lot of benefits."

"I, I only have two left. Even if you destroy me today, I only have two left..." the Immortal Giant Tree said with its last breath.

Yan Fan could not be bothered to listen to its nonsense and kept waving his hands.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang and Jiang Li looked at each other and then jumped over.