"What do you call a mortal?"
"How dare you be so disrespectful to our Mr. Zhuo, I'm afraid of you!"
"Say one more word, do you believe that I will destroy you?"
Such shouts and shouts finally made Zhuo Bufan feel that he had regained some ground, and then he waved his hand pretending to be generous and said:
"Hey, sit down, why are you so excited? This little brother must have drunk too much and is arrogant. Don't yell here. Junior sister Yao, what do you think about traveling with us?"
Zhuo Bufan stared at Yao Meng with a pair of ruthless eyes, ignoring Qingyun who just spoke, and directly regarded him as nothing.
But similarly, Yao Mengxun ignored Zhuo Bufan, but looked at Qingyun opposite with his beautiful eyes without saying a word, which made Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
"Is it possible that Junior Sister Yao has fallen in love with this mortal boy?"
So he carefully observed Qingyun beside him.
It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. After taking a look, he suddenly discovered that this boy was so handsome. He was completely defeated by his appearance alone, but he still said with disdain in his heart:
"Hmph, so what if you are good-looking, you are not just a mortal? If you weren't Junior Sister Yao's friend, I would be the first to call you good-looking when you left Geyu."
Although Zhuo Bufan has calmed down a lot, the evil light in his eyes is still obvious. In addition, he ignored Qingyun's various actions, which made Qingyun furious, and he continued to scold:
"Whether you want to go or not is up to Sister Meng. You have no right to say anything here!"
Being scolded loudly by a mortal one after another really made Zhuo Bufan a little embarrassed, and the veins on his face were protruding. However, due to his face, he never had an attack. He tried his best to suppress his emotions and asked:
"May I ask what is the relationship between this little brother and Junior Sister Yao? Don't you think it's rude that you interrupt me frequently when I'm talking to her?"
"me…"
Being blocked by Zhuo Bufan, Qingyun was speechless.
Yes, he and Yao Mengxun are not relatives, they are just companions who have been with him all the way, and can barely be regarded as new friends.
"It doesn't matter if you can't tell me? It doesn't matter, so please don't disturb my conversation with Junior Sister Yao here!"
Zhuo Bufan was really angry when he heard that this boy Qingyun was referring to Sister Meng in every breath, so he was not polite at all and did not ask Qingyun's name at all. He was arrogant and rude.
However, people who know him well think that Mr. Fan has such a good temper today. In the past, wasn't it that if we disagreed, we would have already turned swords on each other?
Just when the atmosphere between the few people was already tense, suddenly, a laughter like a silver bell instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere.
It turned out to be Yao Mengxun who smiled, and then she spoke gently:
"Okay, don't talk anymore. The three of us have been exhausted physically and mentally after traveling for several months. In recent days, we have been hoping to rest at the inn. My little sister understands Senior Brother Zhuo's kindness."
Hearing what Yao Mengxun said, Zhuo Bufan felt a chill in his heart, knowing that Fairy Yao had already issued an eviction order.
However, this girl must not be stronger than the female cultivators he played with in the past. If she goes too far, if Yao Mengxun really attacks, Master Meng Jianqiu will be the first to cut her into pieces and then kick her out.
Since he had already lost face time and time again, why bother showing off here? He said no more and left after being polite.
"Young master, you just left like this? Since you have fallen in love with the woman named Yao, why didn't you just..."
After leaving the pavilion, a Baimai Realm servant accompanying Zhuo Bufan said with a reluctant expression:
After hearing this, Young Master Fan, who had been holding back his anger, became even more furious. He kicked the poor servant several feet away with a bang, and then said bitterly:
"You know nothing, that's the only disciple of senior Jingci Sect Master Lan Qingmenglan. If I really offend her, I'm afraid even my master won't be able to protect me!"
I saw the servant who was kicked away quickly got up from the ground. He didn't even have time to brush off the dust on his body, and said with a smile:
"Yes, yes, what the young master said is that the young master is ignorant, and the young one deserves to die. The young master just saw that the young master was angry today, and he felt unhappy. In the past, we were the only ones bullying others, so how could anyone bully us? of!"
Zhuo Bufan, who was still humble and gentle just now, suddenly changed his face after leaving Yao Mengxun. His face that originally looked quite decent now looked like a scoundrel, which was far from before. Then he said angrily. said:
"Do you think I am happy? The more beautiful a woman is, the more temper she has. Why chase a woman who has no temper? Tsk, tsk, tsk, she is really a fairy. She can be so alluring even with her pipa half-covered. Opening the veil will cost me my life?"
As they talked, the low-level monks around Zhuo Bufan praised him one after another, saying that he had good vision and high skills. Zhuo Bufan's originally depressed mood suddenly relaxed a lot.
"Hmph, I haven't even touched Junior Sister Yao's little hands. Looking at her slender and delicate hands, I think about it now, and I feel a fire in my heart!"
Having said this, he seemed to think of something and spat again:
"It's all that mortal boy's fault. He really doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. If he hadn't been in the pavilion just now, I would have killed him immediately!"
The group of people were walking on the main road of Yaoguang City, surrounded by Zhuo Bufan, just like ordinary hooligans. Everyone on both sides of the road avoided him.
At this time, a gloomy man who had been silent beside him suddenly spoke:
"Bufan, I think you are quite lucky today, otherwise we would not have walked out of the Xuanji Pavilion so completely."
As soon as he heard this person speak, Zhuo Bufan's arrogance, which had just been poured on a basin of cold water, immediately calmed down a lot, and he asked in a low voice with a little respect:
"Brother Ping, how do you say this?"
I saw this tall and thin man with fierce eyes continue to say:
"If I'm not wrong, the ugly-faced man sitting next to Yao Mengxun just now should have at least the early stage of wind control, and most likely the middle stage or even stronger."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present took a breath.
A great monk in the Wind Control Realm! He is a top being with high authority in his sect. How could he easily appear among a group of low-level monks?
After all, Zhuo Bufan was a disciple who had seen the world. He was the first to calm down, and then asked with some surprise:
"Brother Ping, are you sure?"
The tall and thin man who was called "Brother Ping" waved to everyone and motioned to follow him. After walking a few miles further, everyone finally stopped and only heard him say lightly:
"Since I promised your father, I will protect you before you step into a high-level monk, I will definitely not abandon you."
Zhuo Bufan quickly said with a smile:
"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to Brother Ping for all these years, otherwise these young guys and I wouldn't be able to live so comfortably in the sect. Our kindness and kindness are so extraordinary that we will never forget them."
The Yin Zhe man snorted softly and said:
"As long as you know, condense the soul for me quickly. Don't be like those wastes. It takes three to four hundred years to condense the soul. It's a waste of your father's efforts."
Zhuo Bufan kept nodding in agreement, but he cursed angrily in his heart:
"Well, Chen Ping, you keep saying you'll protect me. You don't even dare to fart when you meet your senior. If something happens, you bitch will definitely be the first one to escape. You must ask my father to give it to you when you go back." The sword is poorly made, but you, an outer disciple in the early stage of concentration, are you worthy of using the sword made by my father?"
It turned out that the monk Zhuo Bufan called "Brother Ping" was named Chen Ping, and he was an outer disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect.
The Immortal Sword Sect, like most other sects, has inner and outer sects. Ordinary disciples with average talents and art masters must first conduct training and inspections in the outer sect, complete various tasks assigned by the sect, etc., and their treatment is compared with that of inner sect disciples. , worlds apart.
Only when the disciples of the outer sect reach the third level of form, that is, the state of concentration, can they have the opportunity to enter the inner sect and become the backbone of the sect.
But Chen Ping was just the opposite. After entering the Concentration Realm, this person took the initiative to apply to stay in the outer sect and become a permanent leader disciple of the outer sect. This contrary approach was shocking.
It should be noted that the sect usually only forcibly assigns this position to monks in the Concentration Realm who have dull qualifications and have no hope of controlling the wind in this life. However, even though he is an art master, Chen Ping's talent is also among the best among the outer sects.
However, there are also rumors that this person has snatched the mission results of many outer sect disciples in the past. Some of these disciples have already entered the inner sect before him, so he had to succumb to the outer sect because he made many enemies.
But after all, his cultivation has reached the early stage of concentration, and he is a genuine high-level monk. In addition, he also has some tricks. Otherwise, with the character of the inner disciples who are determined to retaliate, they will definitely find trouble for him outside the sect, but he But he is still alive and well till now.
So Zhuo Bufan's father, Zhuo Feifan, found him, hoping that he could protect Zhuo Bufan's safety as his follower before his precious son condensed his soul.
Firstly, it is because the geniuses of the righteous sects often become the primary targets of assassinations by the demonic sects or other hostile sects to prevent these people from growing up.
Secondly, because the sect has so many so-called wizards, private fights are commonplace, and the sect also advocates competition. Only competition can make progress. Therefore, high-level followers can often protect the safety of their masters when disputes arise.
As for the price for letting Chen Ping follow Zhuo Feifan, it was for his father Zhuo Feifan to refine a sword for him that reached the level of a magic weapon. Of course, the quality would not be too high.
Even though Zhuo Bufan looks like he is only around 20 years old now, he is actually over 40 years old. But being able to reach the fifth level of Yuan Hua at this age is truly astonishing.
The spirit guides hundreds of veins and transforms into square elements, and the spirit is concentrated to control the wind before returning to the spirit. This is the current state of cultivation from the beginning to the end in the world of cultivation.
