390: C390 What the Hell Little Girl

C390 What the Hell Little Girl

Yun Fan was not a saviour, nor was he a compassionate Bodhisattva. He would try his best to ignore things that had nothing to do with him.

He was not arrogant enough to be invincible. Perhaps, when he reached that realm, he would care a little more.

However, there was nothing he could do when he met an acquaintance, especially when he cultivated the Spiritual Power. It was very difficult for anyone who had heard of it to forget about it.

The person who spoke was none other than Xia Shurou, who had received the mission to escort him back then.

When they walked into an alley, they saw Xia Shurou being blocked by three people in front of the inn. The three of them were all young men. One look and one could tell which family's young master was in the middle, and the two next to them should be disciples of the family.

The young man in the middle was arrogant and arrogant, and the corners of his mouth revealed a cunning smile as he said, "This is really interesting, do you know who I am? There is no young master of the Fang family that I don't dare to do in Linhe City. "

"Men and women, do you know which family is the biggest family in Linhe City? Fang family? Do you know who the Patriarch of the Fang family thinks the most highly of? Eldest Young Master, Fang Gaishi."

" Don't even talk about snatching your things. If it wasn't for the qualities of our Eldest Young Master, even if we were to snatch you back, no one in Linhe City would dare to make a sound. "

The two disciples' words made Xia Shurou's face turn heavy.

"You guys have thought it through. I am a disciple of Heavenly Astral Sword Sect!"

"Haha... This is so funny. You are still a disciple of the Heavenly Astral Sword Sect. You should be more accurate to say that you are a disciple of the Intense Fire Cult. Isn't that more like it?"

Fang Gaishi was laughing so hard that he was bending over. Even if he was fooling people, he wouldn't fool them like this. Did he really think that he had never seen the world before?

The most basic specification of the disciples of the Heavenly Astral Sword Sect was the Longsword hanging on their waists. Not only that, they wouldn't be allowed to leave the mountain until they reached the Transcending Mortality Stage.

Not only was Xia Shurou not strong enough, she didn't even have a sword. If she could be considered a disciple of the Heavenly Astral Sword Sect, then no one would dare to call her a disciple of the Heavenly Astral Sword Sect.

"Alright, enough nonsense. He asked the last question, Do you want to take it? My patience has a limit."

" I bought it, why should I give it to you? If you have the ability, then snatch it. See if anyone wants it from you? "

Xia Shurou steeled her heart. If it was something else, perhaps she would really take it out. But the Heavenly Handle Cloud Stone was an excellent material for forging artifacts. As a blacksmith, how could he be willing to take it out?

This was just like how a sword refiner got a treasured sword and a blade refiner got a treasured sword. They even wanted to snatch other people's treasures, let alone their own.

"Since that's the case, then I won't be polite! Go and take out the things!"

Fang Gaishi's face was full of pride. The two people behind him walked forward. Just as they were about to reach out their hands, Xia Shurou swung her sword at them.

The first man was sent flying. The man behind him turned to look at Fang Gaishi, not knowing what to do.

"Sixth level Essence Accumulation Stage, you still have some strength. But in front of me, this isn't enough."

Fang Gaishi slashed out with his sword, sending Xia Shurou's Longsword flying. The sword landed on Xia Shurou's shoulder and said coldly, "If you dare to attack again, I will kill you."

Although he was arrogant, he did have the right to be arrogant. In a city like this, it was really good to be able to cultivate to the First Level of Transcending Mortality Stage at such a young age.

Seeing that it was going to be difficult to protect it, Xia Shurou took out the Heavenly Astral Cloud Stone.

She was very clear that if she didn't take it out, perhaps the other things in the Storage Ring would be gone as well.

"It would have been better if you had done this earlier. You had to force me to take action."

Fang Gaishi stretched out his hand to grab the Heavenly Handle Cloud Stone, but at this moment, a sword light suddenly lit up. The Blood-light flew everywhere, and a part of his arm fell to the ground.

Ah...

A sharp and miserable cry rang out. Fang Gaishi retreated repeatedly, threw the Longsword, and covered his bleeding arm. He looked angrily at Yun Fan, who had suddenly appeared.

"Kid, you're dead for sure."

Before Fang Gaishi could say anything, the young man beside him shouted. He stretched out his hand and crushed a piece of Message Transmission Jade Plate. He stared at Yun Fan with fear in his eyes.

Yun Fan didn't even look at him. He smiled at Xia Shurou and said, "Alright, put it away. With your strength, it's best that you don't take out this kind of thing."

"Thank you. By the way, why are you here?"

Xia Shurou would not think that this was a coincidence. She had not been in River City for long. If she did not buy the Heavenly Handle Cloud Stone, she would have left immediately. She would not have stayed at all.

"Haha, how should I say this. There was a little girl who said that she knew a Master Refiner. I wanted to refine a mask, so I came over. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

" Little girl? The weird one?"

Xia Shurou widened her eyes in surprise.

"You know him?"

"How could I know her? From the moment I entered the city, she lied to me and spent a lot of Spirit Stone. I don't know where she came from, but she came out of nowhere. This is too creepy."

Thinking about how she was deceived by a little girl for such a long time, Xia Shurou felt a little awkward. She had just arrived at River City and did not know anything. She never thought that a little girl would lie to her.

"It is indeed scary. I have also been deceived by her quite a bit."

Yun Fan didn't try to hide it. He had never concealed anything that was embarrassing to him. It was not because he was thick-skinned, but because he felt that this could make him do less embarrassing things.

"Unfortunately, I'm not free right now. Otherwise, I could have refined one for you. Although the level is a little low, it will definitely be pretty."

Xia Shurou smiled brightly.

"Then let's do it now. As long as it can cover my face, it will be fine. My requirements are not high. You don't have to worry about other things."

Hearing what Yun Fan said, Xia Shurou did not dawdle and directly started refining by the roadside.

She wasn't worried about anyone who could kill an elder of the Intense Fire Cult by her side.

Looking at the two of them acting as if there was no one else around, Fang Gaishi exploded with anger.

With a pale face, he shouted, "Kid, do you know who I am?"

After killing someone, he didn't run away, but he was still refining some bullshit mask here.

Was there something wrong with his brain or was he looking down on others?

When the Fang family was the Small Family, could they be kneaded as they pleased?

Seeing Yun Fan ignoring him, Fang Gaishi was about to curse when he saw a few figures rushing towards him.

"Dad, Second Uncle, this bastard chopped my hand off. I want to shred him into a million pieces. Slap!"

Before Fang Gaishi could finish his words, a slap was heard. The powerful force not only left a bright red palm print on his face, it also sent him flying.

There were a total of three people who came. One of them was a middle-aged man with a dignified face. Although he didn't say a word, he gave off a calm feeling.

"Dad, what are you doing? That bastard chopped off your son's arm, and you still hit me?"

Fang Gaishi was stunned.

In the past, not to mention an arm, even if it was just a little bit of skin, Fang Jin Can would still kill him.

This time, not only did he not attack, he even slapped him.2

Are you still my father?

Isn't it a bit too much to help an outsider?

If it wasn't for the burning pain on his face, Fang Gaishi really would have thought that this was a dream.

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