"What's wrong!"

After two games of chess, the old dragon looked incredible.

"What's wrong with you boy! I won't get along with you!"

The Kitchen God was stunned when he heard this, and the teacup he raised froze in the air, and said in surprise:

"Lao Long, what's going on? You have lived for so many years, and you can't even make friends with Xiaoyou Cheng?"

Lao Long held his anger and said angrily:

"This kid's way is so weird. He can always find a way out from my unexpected angle."

"Lao Zao, if you don't believe it, you can try it. Maybe this kid will give you a surprise!"

Cheng Fan shrugged and smiled innocently.

The Kitchen God picked up a beard and smiled and said, "Then let me come and meet my friends for a while!"

"Sir, please!"

As he said that, Cheng Fan retracted his spiritual sense and smiled.

...

Half an hour ago, outside the abandoned warehouse.

Master Liao retreated with red hair, the two were covered in scars and there was still yin energy on the wound.

As soon as I came out, I saw Xu Huan standing with his hands behind his back.

Master Liao showed anger and was furious.

"Master, why did you let the child come back and die?"

Xu Huan did not respond, looked at the black fog that was floating behind the two of them, and slowly raised his right hand.

Twelve sword lights differentiated, and the glimpse of the shadows dispersed without traces.

The next moment, the black fog in the abandoned warehouse dissipated, and countless black shadows were instantly cut off and no longer existed.

"hiss--!"

The red hair took a breath and his eyes were almost glaring out.

Wang Defa?

Is this all killed?

Master Liao's eyelids trembled and he remained silent.

I have confirmed that I can't afford to offend someone.

Xu Huan chuckled and said, "Master said he wanted to sharpen the child's character and see if he would go in and save you. Now he looks like a malleable talent."

Master Liao was slightly stunned and immediately patted the red-haired boy beside him.

"Child, kneel down and call Master."

"Ah? Uncle Liao?"

Xu Huan waved his hand quickly: "Master Liao misunderstood. Master has no intention of accepting disciples. And I am not qualified to accept disciples."

“…”

The red-haired face turned red, as if he felt that he was looked down upon by Xu Huan.

He stammered his neck and said, "Uncle Liao, I think your razor is also very powerful. I will learn from you!"

Master Liao glanced at him, and a hint of hesitation flashed through his eyes.

He watched this child grow up since childhood, and it would be great if he could inherit his legacy.

Master Liao looked at Xu Huan again and saw that she really had no intention of accepting a disciple. Then he nodded and said, "Okay, it's going to take two years. If you are willing to wait, I will teach you."

"But one thing, I want to tell you in advance."

Hongmao touched the back of her head, "What, Uncle Liao?"

"After studying, you will never be able to get rich in your life."

"Well……"

Just as the two were having a happy chat, Xu Huan suddenly interrupted:

"The matter is not over yet. It's not too late for you to chat after the crisis is lifted. Child, it's time for you to leave."

Hongmao said in confusion: "You weren't already..."

Master Liao held him down and said in a deep voice: "Listen to the Taoist Master, you should leave here quickly."

Hongmao gritted her teeth, raised her left hand and said, "Uncle Liao, look, I can help you!"

Xu Huan shook his head.

"It's useless, don't use this method easily in the future, otherwise it may attract some more terrifying existences."

The red-haired looked up at Uncle Liao.

Master Liao nodded and pushed him.

"Go home, your parents should be anxious."

Hongmao pursed her lips, turned around step by step, and left here hesitantly.

The two of them waited for a while, but there was no movement around them.

"This big guy is really patient. He doesn't even come out even if he dies." Xu Huan said calmly.

Master Liao: "...It may be because you were scared."

"Uh, probably not." Xu Huan said embarrassedly.

Master Liao shrugged, the coldness around him disappeared, and the prey-like feeling had disappeared.

"It's true, I'm very safe now. Thank you for helping the Taoist priest."

Master Liao bowed slightly and bowed, which looked like a British gentleman.

"Okay... Then I'll go back and report to the master. If you need any help, you can come to Dishui Temple to find me and my master."

Xu Huan smiled helplessly, bowed and then took out his flying sword and left.

Master Liao pushed his one-sided glasses and left quietly.

...

Xu Huan returned to Drinking Temple to report his life.

Cheng Fan was playing chess with the Kitchen God, raised his hand slightly, signaling Xu Huan to say something.

"Master, the big guy you mentioned didn't take action."

Cheng Fan smiled lightly and said, "You have done all its brother in one breath, how can it dare to show up?"

Xu Huan playfully stuck out his tongue, "I didn't know that guy was so brave."

"Next time, be more steady, don't reveal your trump card as soon as you come up." Cheng Fan said with a smile.

"But this is not a trump card, it's just a simple sword light differentiation."

When Lao Long heard this, he couldn't help but twitch his lips and asked quickly: "Ni'er, how many different ways have you divided?"

"Twelve roads."

Xu Huan replied obediently.

"Hahaha... If the sword cultivators who surrounded Benlong heard it, they would be ashamed to commit suicide."

Xu Huan asked embarrassedly: "Is it so exaggerated? The master can differentiate more sword lights than me!"

The old long glared at his eyes, "Boy, how many sword lights can you differentiate?"

Cheng Fan took a horse and stepped on the little master of the Kitchen God to death, and said with a faint smile: "It's just a technique of Tiangang. I've been addicted to the alchemy recently and can't extricate myself. I'm a little tired of the swordsmanship."

As soon as these words came out, Nian Xuxi, who was busy torture the big tiger, couldn't help but be shocked.

"The Art of Tiangang? Thirty-six Sword Lights?"

"Do you play?"

"You call this burnout?"

Cheng Fan shrugged without responding.

Then he looked at the chessboard carefully and chuckled, "General!"

The Kitchen God was shocked when he heard this and tried to make up for it, but found that he was about to die.

"Not count! This plate doesn't count!"

"I was influenced by Mingzhen just now. This is unfair. I ask for a rematch!"

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he reached out to grab Xu Huan's wrist.
To be continued...