Wang Fan was resting in the inn. Suddenly, a female cultivator in a green skirt touched the ban on his room.
Wang Fan frowned slightly, opened the restriction and asked, "Who are you? Do you have anything to do with me?"
The female cultivator glanced at Wang Fan lightly and said proudly, "My young master wants to see you for something, please come with me."
After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for Wang Fan to answer.
That gesture was like announcing an imperial edict, and Wang Fan would definitely follow.
"I'm sick!" Wang Fan was a little confused and didn't bother to talk to the female cultivator at all. He just put a restraint on it and closed the door.
When the female cultivator felt this scene, her face instantly turned cold.
She turned back and took a step forward, arriving at the door of Wang Fan's room in an instant, and then punched the room's restriction.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the room's restraints were blasted open, and even the door flew out and fell apart.
In the room, Wang Fan looked at this scene and felt very angry. The murderous intention could not stop rising from his heart, and he almost couldn't help but pull out the ancient divine sword and kill the female cultivator.
Just when Wang Fan was annoyed, the female cultivator looked at Wang Fan coldly and said again, "Didn't you hear me clearly? My young master has something to do with you, so come with me immediately."
Her tone was condescending and extremely arrogant, as if she was talking to an ant.
Wang Fan almost laughed out loud when he saw the female cultivator's arrogant and arrogant look.
He said coldly, "Who are you, and who is your young master? Why do you want me to see him?"
Wang Fan felt that he was really on the verge of an attack.
The female cultivator heard Wang Fan's question and said proudly, "My young master is the young master of the Eighth City, the young master of the Yan family. Do you hear me clearly now? Why don't you come with me quickly?"
She also pointed at Wang Fan and sneered, "I'm telling you, it's your chance for my young master to see you. Don't you?"
If you don't know how to commend yourself, you must know that not everyone can be summoned by my young master."
At this time, the movement here has attracted the attention of many monks in the surrounding rooms. Those monks have already walked out of the room and started to watch.
When they heard what the female cultivator said, their expressions couldn't help but change, and then they made a shocking sound.
"What, is she from Young Master Yan'ao?"
"This female cultivator is actually wearing a green robe. It seems that she is Young Master Yan'ao's green attendant."
"Who is this guy? Why did Young Master Yan Ao summon him? Could it be that he took a fancy to his talent? This guy is very lucky."
Wang Fan clearly discovered that the eyes of the monks looking at him were full of envy.
Especially when it was mentioned that Young Master Yan Ao might take a fancy to his talent, his envy became even more obvious.
Feeling this scene, Wang Fan felt even more baffled.
A mere young lord of the Eighth City, who was so powerful, actually asked a maid to come to him, and her attitude was still so bad.
Wang Fan didn't know that Yan'ao's maids were also divided into different levels. The maids in red robes had the highest status, followed by those in green robes, followed by silver, white, black and robes.
If an ordinary monk were invited by Yan Ao's Green Attendant, he might really agree with excitement, but Wang Fan was not among them.
Just when everyone thought he would agree, he said coldly, "Go away, if you dare to bother me again, I will kill you!"
After saying that, Wang Fan entered the room again and planned to arrange several advanced formations.
The formation that was shattered by the green-robed female cultivator earlier was arranged by the inn itself, not by Wang Fan. Otherwise, it was just a mere formation.
How could a maid break the restrictions he had set?
Wang Fan didn't know Yan Ao, and he didn't want to know Yan Ao's purpose of looking for him, so he simply refused.
When Wang Fan finished speaking, all the monks around him, including the female cultivator, were stunned.
What? This guy actually refused? And his attitude was so bad?
After regaining consciousness, the female cultivator became furious and said, "You ignorant ant, do you know what you are talking about? You are looking for death!"
Her face instantly became ferocious and twisted, and her body was full of momentum, indicating that she was ready to take action at any time.
"Looking for death? I think it's you who is looking for death!" Wang Fan really couldn't stand this female cultivator anymore. As he spoke, he slapped her away.
The surging immortal energy surged out, overwhelming the female cultivator's defenses, and slapped her hard on the face.
"Ah -" the female cultivator screamed and was whipped backwards. Her cheeks were swollen and the corners of her mouth were even more bloody.
Everyone was stunned.
What a crazy guy. He even dares to fight Yan Ao's people. Doesn't he know what this means?
The female cultivator fell to the ground, her face full of disbelief and disbelief.
She stared at Wang Fan and said coldly, "You are courting death. I guarantee you will die miserably!"
Wang Fan couldn't stand this female cultivator anymore. He suddenly stepped forward again and slapped her several times.
The female cultivator's complexion suddenly changed, she jumped up suddenly, and while setting up her defense, she started to retreat crazily.
However, her speed is not as fast as Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's palm shattered her defense, and then landed accurately on her face.
Bang bang bang bang!
Continuously
With a crisp sound, the female cultivator flew backwards and fell to the ground in a panic, her cheeks already a bloody mess.
These simple slaps not only caused her to lose her dignity, but also caused her to be severely injured.
The scene fell into dead silence again.
No one expected that Wang Fan would be so decisive and cruel, and slapped the female cultivator directly in public, and so many times.
You know, this is not just a slap in the face of the female cultivator, but also a slap in the face of Yan Ao.
After all, this female cultivator is from Yan'ao and is here on behalf of Yan'ao.
Wang Fan ignored the shocked eyes of those around him, but stared at the miserable female cultivator and said coldly:
"When you invite someone, you have to have the attitude of inviting them. Forget it this time. If you dare to do it again, don't blame me for being cruel!"
"Also, I don't know your young master. Go back and tell him that if you want to see me, then come yourself. Send a slave over. Who does he think he is?"
"get out!"
After Wang Fan finished speaking, he slapped his hand and the female cultivator flew backwards and flew out of the inn.
If this female cultivator wasn't just a servant, Wang Fan would have slapped her to death long ago. How could he allow her to live?
You know, this is a world where fists are respected. This female cultivator dared to break the restrictions in his room. This was not only an offense, but also a provocation and humiliation.
This kind of thing is a taboo for any monk.
After all, if the monks in the room were practicing, they would most likely be seriously injured because the restrictions were forcibly broken.
The monks around looked at this scene and were shocked, and they all ran back to the room quickly.
They knew that Wang Fan was finished.
I offended Yan Ao, and offended him so directly, I'm afraid he won't survive today.
Wang Fan is in big trouble!
This chapter has been completed!