The long-bearded monk didn't know that Jiang Fan's face was disguised.
His true age is actually only sixteen years old.
If he knew this, he would probably be tempted to jump off the floating island on the spot.
Seeing the bitter expression on the other person's face at this time, Jiang Fan thought it was his previous pressure that had caused some shadow in the other person's heart.
Thinking of this, he coughed dryly, summoned twenty sparkling spiritual stones from the jade bracelet, handed them to the other party, and said:
"Take these twenty spiritual stones as a reward in advance for asking you to lead the way."
When the long-bearded monk saw these spiritual stones, his heart returned to normal instantly, and the bitter expression on his face turned into a look of surprise.
How to relieve worries?
Only spiritual stones!
Jiang Fan saw the change in his expression and knew that his comfort had worked.
He thought for a while and said to the long-bearded monk:
"You go back tonight and prepare first. Wait for me here tomorrow morning. By the way...what's your name?"
The long-bearded monk respectfully replied:
"Subordinate, Li Qingshan."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan nodded and said:
"I understand, go ahead."
The long-bearded monk lowered his head and saluted:
"My subordinates resign..."
He maintained this posture and took dozens of steps back before turning around and leaving in a normal walking posture.
Jiang Fan shook his head when he saw this scene.
In his previous life, he was used to a relatively equal way of getting along with each other, but he was still a little unaccustomed to this obviously hierarchical model.
But as the saying goes, when in town, do as the Romans do.
As long as it is not too extreme, I will not deliberately correct it. Otherwise, I will appear to be too different and out of tune with this world.
…
On Yunfeng Island.
In the secret room at the bottom of Lingyun Tower, Han Yun and Ye Song sat opposite each other.
Han Yun was so anxious that he thought of this excuse to practice, so now he naturally had to put on a show.
He closed his eyes tightly and sat cross-legged on the ground. His body was constantly flashing with colorful lights, as if he was working hard to practice some mysterious attack technique.
Ye Song sat aside, frowning, staring at the other person.
He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand what Han Yun was practicing.
But looking at the fluctuations of spiritual power on his body, and the vague coercion that occasionally emanates, it doesn't look like he's being fake.
On the surface, he looked confident and ready to rescue the other party at any time, but in his heart he was still secretly wary and did not dare to relax.
Although Han Yun closed his eyes, he had actually been observing the surrounding movements with his spiritual consciousness.
The reason why he dared to say this excuse was naturally because he was at a higher level than Ye Song.
Under his special concealment, it was basically impossible for Ye Song to see the flaws.
What he is doing now seems like he is practicing the art of attacking, but in fact, it is just ordinary practice.
Just to look a little more like it, some sound and light effects were specially created.
Looking at Ye Song's expression now, it was obvious that he had been deceived.
Thinking of this, Han Yun laughed secretly in his heart.
As expected of you! Ye Song.
I'm still the same Tie Hanhan, not changed at all...Hey, strange, why do I feel that my cultivation level has not improved, as if I am still regressing?
Is it an illusion?
Han Yun felt something was wrong in his heart, but because Ye Song was watching from the side, he didn't dare to stop and could only continue to practice hard.
At this time, although the two of them looked as stable as old dogs on the outside, they had their own thoughts on the inside and began to compete with each other's acting skills.
As time passed bit by bit, soon, several hours passed.
Han Yun felt increasingly uneasy in his heart.
At this time, he was completely sure that his cultivation was indeed retreating instead of advancing.
What's happening here?
Do you want to stop and find out what's going on?
no!
Ye Song was watching from the side. If he had to endure it any longer, he would at least have to wait for dawn.
Han Yun frowned when he thought of this.
Unconsciously, his mind became a little confused and his breath began to become unstable.
A few drops of sweat slowly flowed down from his forehead.
Ye Song had been standing guard at the edge. When he saw this scene, he subconsciously mobilized his own spiritual power.
He could tell that this was a sign of obsession.
After all, as long as they are monks, they have all entered this state for various reasons, be it mild or severe, and have some experience.
At this stage, if the other party can adjust in time, it can return to its previous state.
If this continues, the next step is probably to fall headlong into this big pit that the monks talk about with so much color.
If you become possessed by a demon, your cultivation will be damaged at the least, and your body and soul will be destroyed at the worst.
Of course, the vast majority is still the former.
As a result, only a very small number of unlucky people died.
Thinking of this, he was about to speak to wake the other party up, but suddenly he remembered the hatred between himself and the other party. As he spoke, he hesitated subconsciously.
At this moment, Han Yun's breathing suddenly stopped.
Then, he trembled all over, screamed out with a sound, and the breath on his body suddenly became chaotic.
Seeing this, Ye Song's expression changed.
He knew that he had missed the chance to wake up the other party with his last breath.
Han Yun was already possessed.
At this time, he finally dispelled his inner doubts and no longer suspected that the other party was deceiving him.
After all, no matter how much he deceives, he will not take away the matter of being possessed by fire as a joke.
At this moment, Han Yun's aura was extremely chaotic.
With a whoosh, he spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood foam, which rushed to his brain and his consciousness was temporarily suppressed.
His eyes were blood red, his limbs were waving wildly, he was crying and laughing, and he was mumbling some strange words:
"...Oh hehehe hehe hehe Valley Master, I am the Valley Master hehe hehe..."
"...Haha hey hey Junior Sister Yueling is mine, she is mine..."
"... Lin Yan! Your dog is coming to see me hahaha calling the amount ..."
"...Yeah, yeah, yeah, Sun Qing, Xie Dong! Tell me the news you know and find out quickly..."
"...hehehehe Su Yi, little girl, you are so moisturized hehehehe..."
At first, Ye Song just thought that the other party was talking nonsense because of his confusion.
Later, when he heard the names of Lin Yan and his Taoist companion, his expression changed.
The anger in his chest was ignited, and he stretched out his right hand, preparing to use the spiritual power originally used to awaken the opponent to use it as a killing move to hit the opponent directly on the forehead.
However, at the last moment when it was about to fall, he held back forcefully.
After all, Han Yun is at a higher level than himself. Although he is now obsessed, his defensive instinct is still there.
With this slap of your own, not only will you not be able to kill the opponent, but it will also arouse the opponent's aggression and let the violent spiritual power in his body be vented onto you.
You may not be able to withstand the other party's madness, so don't end up here because of this.
It's best to proceed steadily according to Jiang Fan's plan.
Thinking of this, Ye Song took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
In order to prevent Han Yun from doubting himself when he woke up, he held a breath in his heart and used his spiritual power to guide the other party bit by bit to calm him down slowly.
After a moment, Han Yun's confused eyes returned to clarity.
