Seeing that there was no decent gain from the intermediate mall, Zhao Fan gritted his teeth and refreshed the high-end mall again.

Five top-quality marrow cleaning pills, with contribution value of 1,500 points...

This number stuck him again, and now there are 3,100 contribution points left. If you buy the Marrow Cleansing Pill, there will be only 1,600 points left. If you don’t refresh the mall, there will be no new products, but if you refresh, you will have to use 500 contribution points...

When he had contributed so little in the past, he could grit his teeth and finish it, but now he can only put it aside.

The Gu family’s house in the suburbs is relatively secluded. Although it is not as exaggerated as Xu Yuan, it is also a single-family villa with a courtyard. The Chinese style decoration is antique. Although no one has lived in it for a long time, there is not even a little dust on the antique shelf, and there is everything in the house.

It was already evening at this moment. Several people carried Zhao Fan into the house and took care of him for a while. Half an hour had passed, and the sequelae after using the defensive talisman disappeared completely.

Gu Ziyan cooked in person. After a few people had a simple dinner, the sound of the car engine came from outside the door, and Zhao Fan's exploration technique had long seen the situation of the visitor.

Ten people came, one of them was known to Zhao Fan.

Master Pratyekabuddha, who had fought at Tianyuan Temple in the capital of Chu Province, brought four middle-aged monks wearing monk robes.

The other man seemed to be a Taoist, wearing a shabby black Taoist robe, which had been washed a little white.

This man was carrying four Taoist priests, all of whom were in their forties.

These people looked ordinary, but there were divine lights in their eyes. They walked and walked. With Zhao Fan's current vision, they could naturally see that their strength was very extraordinary.

"Master Zhao, we're meeting again!"

As soon as Zhao Fan, Mo Feng and others came out, Monk Pratyekabuddha clasped his hands and pronounced the Buddha's name at Zhao Fan, and spoke with a smile on his face.

"Have you seen the young master and Master Pratyekabuddha? He is the master of the Vajra Academy and has been the master's strength in the early years!"

Mo Feng glanced at the two of them in surprise and introduced them to Zhao Fan seriously.

"I have seen the master's style at Tianyuan Temple a few months ago. I have guessed that the master has something to do with the Tianlong Academy, but I didn't expect that you actually command the Vajra Academy."

Zhao Fan smiled bitterly, and bowed to Master Pratyekabuddha with a little awkwardness.

When he was in Tianyuan Temple that time, he tried his best but could not occupy the corner of the monk Pratyekabuddha's clothes. Later, when he remembered, he thought that this monk should have the strength of the realm of transformation. Unexpectedly, this old monk who looked kind-hearted and kind-hearted was actually a master.

With his strength at that time, it would be not unfair to lose to such a master.

"This is Taoist Master Yunlong, the head of the Tianshi Academy!"

Mo Feng smiled and nodded to the monk Pratyekabuddha, turned his eyes to the slightly pale old Taoist, and introduced.

"I have seen the young master!"

Taoist Yunlong and the four Taoists behind him saluted Zhao Fan, and greeted Zhao Fan like a bell, and then started coughing softly again.

This Taoist is quite polite and calm, and his expression is quite peaceful. However, the eyes of the Taoist people behind him look at Zhao Fan are not that gentle. Although they cannot say they are hostile, they at least have deep doubts.

Zhao Fan knew that he was too young, and in the eyes of these people, he must be the kind of person who was not very reliable, and he had no intention of calculating them. He took a step forward with a smile on his face and reached out to put his hand on the wrist of Taoist Yunlong.

"What are you doing?"

The Yunlong Taoist had a smile on his face, without any resistance. Instead, the two people beside him glared at him and took a step towards Zhao Fan nervously.

innate!

Two spiritual pressures appeared out of thin air, and Zhao Fan instantly determined the strength of these two people. The smile on his face did not change at all, and he nodded slightly to the two.

Um?

The two of them felt aroused in their hearts and looked at Zhao Fan deeply.

Faced with the spiritual pressure of two innate masters, he was still so calm and composed. The young man in front of him was at least innate.

"Will the young master still hurt me? What kind of scheming is it? Why don't you return it to me?"

A hint of relief flashed across the face of the Taoist Yunlong, and then his face turned cold and he shouted in a deep voice to the two behind him.

The expression on Zhao Fan's face did not change at all, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. These people were silent, but in fact they still couldn't believe him.

Although Taoist Yunlong scolded the two Taoists he brought, with his strength, if he really wanted to protect Zhao Fan, how could the spiritual pressure of these two people have a chance to fall on Zhao Fan?

After all, he just wanted to test Zhao Fan's strength, but he did it in a relatively obscure way, and everyone's face was not too ugly.

"The wound on the Taoist priest's body has stabilized. As long as you practice meditation, you can fully recover within half a year!"

After Zhao Fan took his pulse, he looked at Taoist Yunlong calmly and said.

Mo Feng had already said that the mysterious force killed the head of the Tantric Academy for the first time, and the second time he took action, he seriously injured the head of the Tianshi Academy.

In just over a month, the injury ability of Taoist Yunlong returned to this level should have been treated by the old man.

Otherwise, with his injury, he would not have recovered so quickly.

"Young Master has troubled me. I was negligent for a moment and actually let the traitor succeed. Now that ancient martial arts forces have been born, they are powerless, and I am really ashamed."

"I heard that the people of the Huangfu family have started to take action and brought four disciples over here in the hope of doing a little bit of effort. If you have any help, please give me the order!"

Mo Feng called everyone into the house. Taoist Yunlong followed a group of people to walk into the house while saying to Zhao Fan.

"The Huangfu family has lost three masters and their strength has been lost by nearly half. As long as they find a way to solve the head of their grandmaster level, it is basically no need to worry!"

Hearing this, Mo Feng looked at Zhao Fan with some pride and said with a smile.

"What?"

The few people who had just entered the house shouted softly at the same time and looked at Mo Feng in disbelief.

"Has Mr. Mo improved his strength so quickly over the years? Have you reached the level of a grand master?"

Taoist Yunlong was slightly stunned, then looked at Mo Feng with a look of surprise and asked in a hurry.

"Master Yunlong, you really look down on me. I'm afraid I'll stop at the level of a master in my life!"

Mo Feng shook his head with a wry smile.

"Then how did you solve the problem of so many masters of the Huangfu family? Does the owner of the nursing home have other arrangements? Did the people from the Dark Dragon Court take action?"

Even the monk Pratyekabuddha was aroused of interest and looked at Mo Feng curiously and asked.

"Are you so unconfident in the young master's strength? The head of the courtyard has been sharpening his sword for twenty years. Even if he is still young, how can he be an ordinary person?"

"Two of the three masters of the Huangfu family were solved by the young master. If it weren't for the young master's rescue, I'm afraid you wouldn't have seen me now!"

Mo Feng laughed, but no longer whetted everyone's appetite. He pointed at Zhao Fan and said loudly.

"What? How is this possible? The young master is only in his twenties now, and he can fight against two masters alone?"

"Old Mo, no matter how strong the young master is, since it is decided by the head of the courtyard, we will follow his arrangements. You can't be careless with us. How could a young master have such strong strength at such a young age?"

Everyone's first reaction was as Mo Feng expected, and they didn't believe it at all, and they shook their heads one by one. They all suspected that Mo Feng was afraid that Zhao Fan would be too young to convince the public, so they were gilding on his face.

"Haha, I know you don't believe it!"

"I want to tell you another news about the explosion. After the people of the Huangfu family were left behind by us, the head of Mingxinguan, Taoist Qingyu, was commissioned by the head of the Huangfu family to save people!"

Mo Feng kept laughing, without any arguments with everyone, and threw out another important news.

"Qingyu? Lao Mo, are you kidding? Qingyu has been a master of the grandmaster for a long time. Now so many years have passed, I'm afraid he has become a grandmaster? If he takes action, can you still live now?"

"Old Mo, we used to think you were quite honest. Why didn't you tell me the truth when we met? Our Tianlong Academy and the ancient martial arts forces have been together for so many years, relying on real swords and guns to fight, not just nonsense!"

If Mo Feng talks about the masters and masters of the Huangfu family, everyone still thinks that the old man has some arrangements and can solve the problem. When the name Qingyu appeared, everyone's expressions became very serious. As they spoke, they were already displeased in their eyes when they looked at Mo Feng.

"Don't look at me like this, I didn't say a lie. I was not the only one present at that time. Besides, the young master is here now. If you don't believe it, you can also try it with him!"

"By the way, Qingyu did go to the Gu family's Xuyuan. He didn't take action if he didn't do it."

After Mo Feng said this, although everyone didn't understand what was going on, they felt that they could understand it a little.

It turned out that I didn't take action. I said you are still alive...

"Because he didn't take any action at all, the young master had a very powerful gun in his hand, and he knocked him into pieces with one shot, and he almost hummed without even humming..."

Mo Feng, Pratyekabuddha and Taoist Yunlong should be very familiar with each other, and they always breathe heavily when they talk. Just as the two were in deep thought, they suddenly told Zhao Fan that they killed Qingyu, which made both of them cough violently.

Monk Pratyekabuddha's face turned red by a mouthful of saliva, while the wounded Taoist Yunlong's face became paler, and even a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

"Are you okay? After being injured so seriously, why do you have to come here in person?"

Mo Feng was startled and quickly helped Taoist Yunlong sit down. The four Taoist priests who followed Taoist Yunlong looked at him with even hostile eyes.

Mo Feng looked back at Zhao Fan awkwardly, feeling a little reluctant to speak but stopping.

Zhao Fan naturally knew what he wanted to say. The injury of this Taoist Yunlong was indeed very serious, but he still forced himself to arrive in the capital. It can be seen that this man was a real person with temperament.

Just a healing medicine can restore a master's combat effectiveness. It is worth it no matter how you calculate the account.

He smiled slightly at Mo Feng, took out a healing medicine and handed it over.

"Eat quickly!"

Mo Feng took the healing medicine and before Daoist Yunlong asked, he opened his mouth and stuffed it in a slightly rough manner.

"Woooo, what did you give me food?"

Taoist Yunlong was still coughing from time to time, but after he got this, the cough became more severe. Several disciples behind him rushed over to attack Mo Feng.
Chapter completed!