Chen Fan didn't know what happened after he left. If he had known, he would have been surprised by the horse-faced Taoist priest's endurance.
In other places, even the emperor of a certain country would not dare to offend a practitioner easily, but the horse-faced Taoist priest was so humble in front of the third prince.
Returning along the original road, Chen Fan passed by Baihe Temple again.
At this time, the crazy old Taoist was sitting at the door of Baihe Temple again, looking at the stone in his hand.
Seeing Chen Fan passing by, the crazy old Taoist took the initiative to talk to Chen Fan.
But this time the crazy old Taoist didn't ask why there were insects in the stone, but asked: "I think you came down from the Jixian Temple. Could it be that you want to worship at the Jixian Temple?"
Chen Fan didn't know why the crazy old Taoist asked him about this, so he nodded and replied: "I'm not sure yet. I'm still considering whether to participate in the disciple selection of the Jixian Temple."
After hearing what Chen Fan said, the crazy old Taoist said: "If it were fifty years ago, I would recommend you to join the Jixian Temple. Now there is really no need to join the Jixian Temple."
Chen Fan was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Why is this?"
The old Taoist snorted and said: "The current Jixian Temple does not look like an immortal sect. The people in the temple are stubborn and unkind, which is far different from the previous Jixian Temple. When you enter this temple, Although you can learn magical powers, other aspects are not as good as going to a private school in the secular world."
"Crazy old Taoist, why are you slandering our Immortal View again? If it weren't for your age and your crazy look, I would never let you off lightly."
As soon as the crazy old Taoist finished speaking, a voice sounded from behind him. The voice was extremely arrogant and condescending.
Chen Fan looked back and saw two Taoist priests wearing green robes walking towards them. These two people are named Zhao Zhishan and Qian Lu respectively.
The person who spoke just now was Qian Lu.
Facing these two people, the crazy old Taoist said nonchalantly: "Am I wrong? Just look at what you Jixian Temple disciples do on a daily basis."
"Crazy old Taoist, are you impatient with life?" Another Jixian Temple disciple named Zhao Zhishan shouted loudly.
The crazy old man chuckled: "What? Did your master tell you that you can attack me?"
Zhao Zhishan snorted coldly: "I don't have the same experience as a crazy old Taoist like you. Forget it this time. If there is another time, I will definitely tear down your broken Taoist temple."
"Did my master say it wrong? Why do you people on the mountain want to demolish our Taoist temple?"
A Taoist boy stood up at this moment and accused him.
"court death."
Zhao Zhishan's eyes flashed coldly, he took a step forward and slapped the Taoist boy on the face.
"Although Master said that we won't mess with your master, he didn't say that we can't beat you. Two ordinary people dare to shout like this in front of me. They are simply desperate."
The two Taoist boys at Baihe Temple were ordinary people. How could they withstand a slap in the face from a cultivator.
That slap directly knocked the little Taoist boy who stood up to the ground.
"Qingfeng!" Another Taoist boy hurriedly stepped forward to help the little Taoist boy who was beaten up.
"Qingyue, I'm fine." The Taoist boy who was called Qingfeng stood up with difficulty and comforted Qingyue.
Although he said this, half of his face was extremely red and swollen, and even the corner of his mouth was cracked by a slap and bleeding.
Covering half of his swollen face, tears welled up in his eyes.
"What Qingfeng said is wrong. If you can't argue, we will beat them. This is not the way of the immortal family."
Qingyue felt very distressed when she saw Qingfeng like this, and said angrily to the Jixian Temple disciple named Zhao Zhishan.
"It seems you are really looking for death."
Zhao Zhishan's face turned cold and he was about to step forward and hit Qingyue again.
Seeing that Zhao Zhishan wanted to fight Qingyue, the crazy old Taoist wanted to take action, but saw Chen Fan standing in front of Qingyue. The crazy old man smiled slightly and sat back again.
But all of this was blocked by Chen Fan, and no one saw the crazy old Taoist's reaction just now.
"Does this brother want to take care of our Jixian Temple's affairs?" Zhao Zhishan looked at Chen Fan and said with a cold expression.
"I, Chen Fan, am just a small person. Naturally, I dare not interfere with the affairs of the Immortal Temple."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I just want to ask you, as a practitioner, is it too much to be so cruel to an ordinary person?"
"Could it be that you want to stand up for them?"
"Zhao Zhishan, why are you talking to his mother-in-law? Judging from the appearance of this man, he should be a casual cultivator who wants to enter our Jixian Temple. You should teach him a lesson and let him know the rules." Qian Lu said.
Zhao Zhishan snorted coldly: "Since you want to join our Jixian Temple, just be honest and get out of here. Otherwise, I will definitely beat you until you can't participate in the disciple selection today."
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: "Try?"
Zhao Zhishan's face turned cold and he squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Seeking death."
After saying that, he punched Chen Fan.
When Chen Fan saw the opponent coming, he also punched the opponent.
The fists collided together, Chen Fan groaned and took two steps back. Zhao Zhishan stayed put.
Zhao Zhishan smiled contemptuously and said: "I really don't know how to live or die. I am at the peak of Ranxuan Realm, and I am a body refining monk, focusing on physical training. I am not afraid of swords and guns even if I stand and fight you. You can beat me. You actually dare to fight with me. Do you really not know how to write the word "death"?
Although Chen Fan has never cultivated his physical body, his physical strength is not much stronger than that of a normal monk of the same level. However, he did not expect to meet a body-refining monk today.
Suddenly he suffered a hidden loss.
Fortunately, Chen Fan's physical body was also very strong. After feeling a surge of energy and blood, he felt nothing else.
"In that case, then you taste my blow."
Chen Fan shouted and shot out a bolt of lightning from his hand, which was the Thunder Talisman.
When Zhao Zhishan saw this lightning, he knew that his physical body had not yet been fully cultivated and could not resist this lightning.
He quickly took out a jade pendant. Injecting Xuanjin into it, a dark red barrier blocked Zhao Zhishan.
The lightning struck the dark red barrier inspired by the jade pendant, and several dazzling thunder snakes appeared. However, the dark red barrier showed no signs of breaking.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhishan was even more proud. He laughed and said, "I told you, even if I beat you while standing, you may not be able to hit me."
"Yeah?"
Chen Fan flipped his hand, and a black dagger appeared in his hand.
Zhao Zhishan's expression changed slightly. Seeing the black dagger in Chen Fan's hand, he thought it was some magic weapon.
I saw Chen Fan spit out softly: "Go!"
The black dagger flew out of Chen Fan's hand, drawing a perfect arc in the air.
Zhao Zhishan was stunned, not understanding the function of Chen Fan's magic weapon.
Just when he was confused, he saw a black bead emerging from the black dagger.
Zhao Zhishan immediately became nervous.
Snap!
The black beads weakly hit the barrier, but not even a ripple appeared.
"Are you kidding me? This strike is not even as good as the lightning, and you still want to break my shield? I think you are at your wits end."
Chen Fan smiled slightly: "Do you really think I can't break your shield?"
Zhao Zhishan sneered: "Then I want to see how you can break it."
Chen Fan didn't say anything and just picked up a stone from the ground.
Zhao Zhishan thought that Chen Fan wanted to use this stone to break his shield, and he instantly became angry. It was the first time for him to be teased like this.
Just as he was about to have a seizure, he saw Chen Fan handing the stone to Qingfeng's hand and saying, "Hit him with this stone."
"Chen Fan, do you think he can break my shield with a stone?"
"What else?"
"Okay, okay! If he can't break my shield with this stone today, I will make you suffer the same humiliation." Zhao Zhishan said angrily.
In his opinion, Chen Fan did this not to break the shield, but to humiliate him intentionally.
Chen Fan ignored Zhao Zhishan's anger. After handing the stone to Qingfeng's hand, he whispered to Qingfeng: "Smash him in the face."
