After Zhao Fan sat down with his new identity "Zhan Yi", the two geniuses in the field continued to fight. However, the entire Taoyuan seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and all the spearheads were almost directed at the genius who treated the entire audience like a chicken or a dog. Such an uninvited guest, if his eyes could kill, Zhao Fan was already riddled with holes at this time.
On his left is the chief disciple of the Piao Ling Sect, named Wan Luo. She is a woman, but she is very "beautiful" and has big muscles all over her body, but her appearance is excellent, like a living King Kong Barbie.
Wan Luo seemed to regard himself as a man. He raised his hand and put it on Zhao Fan's shoulder. His voice was like a baritone, inviting him to fight: "Brother, I admire your courage. Let's go after they finish fighting." A contest?"
"Sorry, you are too weak, I am not interested." Zhao Fan refused bluntly.
When Wan Luo heard this, he immediately became angry, "How dare you look down on me?"
"I misunderstood. I'm not targeting you, but I'm looking down on everyone here, because except for me, no one is worthy of the title of Tianjiao." Zhao Fan retorted mercilessly, then ignored King Kong, whose eyes were burning. Barbie, picked up the wine glass and turned her body to the other side.
"I advise you not to be too arrogant. If you dare to provoke me, I will let you know how to write the word "beaten." Ji Lan looked at the mask facing her in displeasure.
"Little prince."
Zhao Fan didn't take the other party's threat to heart at all. He smiled and said: "Such a fine wine, why not have a drink together?"
"Any cat or dog is worthy of drinking with me?" Ji Lan said disdainfully: "Don't think that your master is the Exterminator, so I will give you face."
"With so much anger, it can easily hurt your body."
Zhao Fan shook the wine glass at Ji Lan twice and then asked, "Are you sure you don't want to drink?"
"It's so annoying!" Ji Lan got angry with a arrogant expression, "I'll just ask the Saint to change seats, okay?"
Wan Luo on the other side also sneered: "There are some people who rely on the master's reputation to pretend to be powerful and fight for their background. Who doesn't? A person who dares not show his true colors and can only talk nonsense wants to have a drink with a member of the royal family. It is too whimsical. ”
These words fell into Zhao Fan's ears. He just smiled softly and did not pay attention to him. Instead, he conveyed his true voice to Ji Lan, "Brother Lan, I really don't plan to have a drink with you, Brother Fan." Cup? What did you say when you paid homage to me?"
Ji Lan's eyes suddenly trembled, and even his figure fell into a sluggish state!
Brother Lan?
Brother Fan?
This voice had a long-lost familiarity, and it set off a storm in his mind!
"You...you are..." Ji Lan's voice trembled.
Zhao Fan raised his hand in time to interrupt, and said through the voice message again: "I am Zhao Fan. I came to the Shenji Gate today specifically to find trouble. I don't want to reveal my identity for the time being, so we can communicate through the voice message."
Ji Lan took a deep breath, came to her senses, nodded heavily, and then took the initiative to hook Zhao Fan's neck and said with a smile: "Brother Zhanyi! It turned out to be you who saved my life that night."
"It's easy, don't take it to heart." Zhao Fan gave a thumbs up in his heart. In this way, drinking and talking with him would not feel abrupt and strange.
Wan Luo on the left saw the 180-degree turn and immediately petrified on her seat. Not only that, she felt her face was burning. A moment ago, she said that the other party was having a drink with a member of the royal family. Now she was directly I was slapped in the face by the reaction of the young prince of Zhennan Palace!
Ji Lan picked up the wine glass and bumped it with Zhao Fan. There was a clear sound, and then the two of them raised their heads and drank.
"It's great." Zhao Fan picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for the other party.
In this way, after they had five drinks in a row, they started chatting over the phone.
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