Han Yun's face turned blue and white, red and green.
His eyes were fixed on Jiang Fan's nostrils, and he pinched the jade flute's fingers hidden in the sleeves of his white clothes, clenching and unclenching them.
At the end, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Just walk away!
He was afraid that if he continued to stand here, he would not be able to help but take action and destroy this guy who looked at people with his nostrils on the spot.
Jiang Fan looked at Han Yun's hurried away figure and breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, when I faced the angry Han Yun before, I was still a little nervous inside.
However, in this case, he finally took advantage.
At this time, she heard her senior sister's voice ringing in her ears.
"Jiang Fan, thank you..."
Jiang Fan scratched his head, laughed, and replied:
"Senior sister, I remember you once said something to me, there is no need to be so polite between you and me."
"Besides, senior sister, you have protected me so many times before. Now that I have the ability, I should naturally protect senior sister in turn."
"Senior sister's business is my business, Jiang Fan's."
When the girl heard this, she was slightly startled.
She nodded gently, and the frown she had frowned upon seeing Han Yun quietly unfolded, her eyes rippled slightly, she hummed, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Jiang Fan smiled when he saw the girl's reaction.
He glanced at the crowd not far away, thought for a while, and said:
"Senior sister, we are all here, why not wait for a while and watch the competition between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song before leaving."
The girl in a good mood readily agreed: "Okay."
After saying these words, the two of them glanced at the surrounding black steps and found a secluded location.
The girl took out two futons from her storage bracelet and handed one to Jiang Fan. Then they both sat down and waited for the arrival of the two protagonists of this battle.
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On the other side, after being humiliated by Jiang Fan, Han Yun was walking out with his head lowered and a gloomy face.
Halfway through, he felt angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He felt like there was a dull breath in his heart that could not be relieved.
He raised his head and saw in front of him a young female monk who looked like she had just finished betting and walked out of the crowd.
After thinking about it, Han Yun quickly took a few steps forward and pulled the other party's sleeve.
Then, he took a deep breath, showed his signature gentle smile, and asked:
"Junior sister, please stay."
The female cultivator was walking well when her sleeve was suddenly pulled by someone. She frowned, turned around and said angrily:
"Who is so rude..."
Her words got stuck in her throat mid-sentence.
All he saw was a handsome face dressed in white, with a gentle smile on his face and his eyes gazing at him gently.
So handsome...
The female cultivator felt like she was going to faint.
She spoke with some unconscious stuttering in her words:
"Senior Brother Han..."
Han Yun smiled and nodded, pointed to Jiang Fan's location from a distance, and asked:
"Junior sister, do you have any impression of the male monk sitting next to Sikong Yueling over there?"
When the young female cultivator heard this, she turned around in confusion.
I saw a young male cultivator and a girl in green sitting quietly in the corner of the stone steps not far away.
She knew the girl in green, Senior Sister Yue Ling, one of the disciples in the valley.
As for the strange male cultivator, she felt vaguely familiar.
The female cultivator thought for a moment and remembered where she had seen the other person.
She groaned, nodded and said:
"I remember him. He bet three thousand spirit stones at the handicap before. He should be a very powerful monk."
Han Yun frowned slightly when he heard the female cultivator's reply.
Three thousand spirit stones...
Among Foundation Establishment monks, he is indeed considered very powerful.
At the very least, as a disciple of his own sequence, it would take him two and a half years to save so much.
Don't look at the fact that you have bet a full 10,000 spirit stones as soon as you make a move. In fact, you are trying to make a fool of yourself.
I don't have that many storage jade bracelets.
After three years of seclusion, after coming out, the total amount of spiritual stones I had stored was less than a thousand.
Fortunately, that gentleman funded me with 5,000 coins.
But later on in Songyi Island, Ye Song took another 2,500 coins.
In other words, there are only about 3,000 spiritual stones left in his jade bracelet.
The reason why I dared to bet a full 10,000 pieces was entirely because I knew the result in advance, so I was so generous.
If you win, you will naturally make a lot of money.
If you lose...
At that time, I am afraid that I will have to pay out more than half of the talismans that I have worked hard to refine for three years in seclusion.
However... with the Sand Burial Talisman that I gave to Ye Song, and Lei Xinghe not touching the Crystal Realm, it was a sure win situation no matter how I thought about it.
The other party just wanted to test Ye Song's strength, not a life and death fight, and not go to all lengths.
When he saw the sand burial talisman that Ye Song took out, he would naturally admit defeat knowingly.
After all, foreign objects are also part of strength.
Han Yun calmed down when he thought of this.
He looked at the girl in green not far away and the strange monk who suddenly appeared next to the girl.
I saw the two of them chatting happily, with a few smiles on the girl's face from time to time.
When Han Yun saw this scene, his eyes flashed, and his relaxed fingers clenched tightly again, and emotions of envy, jealousy and hatred surged into his heart.
He took a deep breath again, tried hard to maintain the gentle smile on his face, and continued to ask the female cultivator:
"Does Junior Sister know the details of that male cultivator?"
Hearing this, the female cultivator lowered her head and thought for a long time. Finally, she just shook her head and replied:
"I have no impression. It's like a character suddenly appeared."
At this point, she also felt a little confused and continued:
"It's strange...Senior Sister Yue Ling usually has a very cold attitude towards others, so why is she acting so uncharacteristically when facing this male cultivator..."
As soon as these words came out, they immediately stung the pain in Han Yun's heart.
He clenched his teeth and the veins on his forehead bulged, trying hard to prevent himself from losing his composure.
However, the jade flute he had been holding tightly in his hand finally broke into several pieces with a clicking sound.
Han Yun took a deep breath for the third time and quietly put the jade flute fragments into his storage jade bracelet.
He looked at Jiang Fan's face from a distance, and for a moment, a trace of resentment flashed across his face.
Fortunately, the female cultivator did not notice his fleeting expression. Han Yun took this opportunity to reappear the gentle smile that he could barely maintain on his face.
He continued to ask:
"Does the junior sister know who the male cultivator won with the three thousand spirit stones he used before?"
After thinking for a moment, the female cultivator replied:
"I should have defeated Senior Brother Lei Xinghe to win..."
When Han Yun heard this, his depressed heart suddenly felt relieved.
Let me let you be arrogant for a while. When Lei Xinghe loses to Ye Song and you need to pay three thousand spirit stones, I hope you can still laugh.
He patted the female cultivator on the shoulder, laughed and said:
"Thank you, Junior Sister, for clarifying my doubts. Sorry for bothering Junior Sister. I have finished asking my questions. Junior Sister, you can go do your own thing."
The young nun was flattered.
She felt the heat from her elder brother's palm on the left shoulder where she was patted. It was transmitted through her clothes, and she felt a little numb.
Two bright red spots appeared on her cheeks. The fingers of her two hands unconsciously twisted together, twisted a few times, and replied shyly:
"No trouble... My name is Qiaoyun, and I live at the foot of the martial arts platform. If Senior Brother Han has any other questions in the future, you can come to me at any time and ask..."
"It doesn't matter whether it's day or night..."
When these words came out, the implication was obvious.
With Han Yun's IQ, he can naturally understand it.
He squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the other person's figure and face. He felt that although he was not a very beautiful person, he was quite delicate.
Like this, it's not impossible...
Han Yun coughed dryly. Just as he was about to say his promise, he was suddenly stunned.
For a moment, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured into his heart, and all his desires were gone.
When he looked at the female nun again, he felt that she looked very artificial, even a little disgusting.
Han Yun had no expression on his face and replied:
"I'm sorry, junior sister, I shouldn't have any questions from now on that I need to ask you."
After saying this, there was wind at his feet and he walked away.
The female cultivator was left stunned on the spot, looking at his back with a look of confusion on her face.
