1571: C1571 Bullshit

C1571 Bullshit

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Hearing this unfamiliar phrase, Hall Master Yang immediately looked at Long Bufan in puzzlement. "Awesome ? "What does that mean?"

Long Bufan coughed dryly. To the people of this world, the words he used in his previous life were naturally impossible to understand. He immediately laughed dryly and explained: "So that means, the Zhang Family ancestor that was in Zhang Huayun's body, was he really that strong in the past?"

Hall Master Yang shook her head, and said calmly: "This old man is also not clear, although the Zhang Family has kept this matter a secret, but at least it spread out. Although that consciousness had only appeared for a few minutes, it had shocked all of the Zhang Family's small and large clansmen. It had even alarmed the Zhang Family Patriarch who was about to close up his life to attack the The Ancestor Realm. As for which Zhang Clan Ancestor was hiding in Zhang Huayun's body, the Zhang Clan Patriarch who came forward to confirm didn't say anything, and displayed a lot of respect for him. Therefore, this old man guesses, that person should be someone from the same generation as Master Bai Weng, to have such qualifications and status, and to make the current Zhang Clan Ancestor to be so respectful to him. "

"And from then on, Zhang Huayun, who had the Zhang Family's elder's consciousness, was naturally forgiven, and his position in the Zhang Family was raised to that of a direct descendant, and was intentionally nurturing him to become the successor to the next generation Zhang family."

In one breath, Long Bufan finished listening to the Hall Master Yang talk about Zhang Huayun's past. Long Bufan silently swallowed his saliva.

As he thought of this, the hairs on Long Bufan's body stood up, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

After understanding Zhang Huayun's experience, Long Bufan also completely understood why Hall Master Yang said that talent was not something Zhang Huayun relied on. It was because there was such a mysterious and powerful existence within one's body!

"It looks like I've gone a little too far this time."

Long Bufan took a deep breath, and the expression in his eyes slowly became serious. If it's like that, then... If they fought in two days, it would be difficult for the Xuanwu Station.

"However, that Zhang ancestor's mysterious Yuan Spirit seems to have been in a deep slumber most of the time. Over ten years ago, it had almost never seen him again after that one time."

Seeing Long Bufan's serious expression, the Hall Master Yang smiled, but then said meaningfully: "But even if he isn't that Zhang Family's ancestor's mysterious primordial spirit, Zhang Huayun is not as simple as you think he is. His talent is very strong, and this person's ambition is not small. So, you now understand why this old man said just now that you accepted his challenge and appeared to be too impulsive. "

Long Bufan spread out his hands and said noncommittally, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse, a calamity is something that one cannot avoid. What should come will eventually come, and this battle, Hall Master Yang, I presume you know it as well, I cannot avoid it."

As he said that, Long Bufan's subtlety of consciousness s flashed into his hands, and in that instant, a ferocious and overbearing Qi suddenly spread out from the spear body.

"Not bad, it's a good spear." Long before Long Bufan had arrived at the Sky Hall, he had already received the sound transmitting and was informed of everything that had happened at the Divine Arms Hall Auction House. Thus, he naturally knew that Long Bufan had accepted Zhang Huayun's challenge because of this spirit spear.

"This old man will stop with the nonsense, this old man will bring you to the illusionary killing array right now." Hall Master Yang let out a light sigh. When she finished speaking, she leaned on her walking stick and her figure seemed to slow down. However, she still walked out of the hall tens of meters with a single step.

Seeing that, Long Bufan also quickly followed.

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