"This is the voice that a young girl should have, haha..." Zhuo Fan chuckled and teased without feeling a chuckle.

Que'er met and asked, "So dad, do you want to meet?"

"What can be seen in the secular people? Isn't this the case for the past century?"

A calm arc crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan slowly shook his head and sighed: "It's a big deal. I'm in this sword hut. I just want to be quiet and understand the essence of the four sword traits."

As he said that, Zhuo Fan slowly leaned on the chair, showing a comfortable look.

Looking at him deeply, Que'er looked puzzled: "Father, since you want to be quiet, can't we change places? Your name as a blind sword master has been spread for decades. After finally being quiet for a few years, someone who is not afraid of death is coming. Maybe in a few years, such idiots will appear, and I will be so annoyed."

"Haha, then continue to kill. This place I occupied first. Why should I avoid them?" Zhuo Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said quietly: "Qi'er, let them leave. If you don't leave, just wipe it off!"

Nodded slightly, Que'er looked outside and shouted loudly: "My father doesn't want to see a guest, get out!"

"Hey, this old guy is indeed the same as the villagers said. He has a great idea. He doesn't even know who we are, so he dares to coax people? Humph, if we wait for us to sign up, he will be scared to death, hahaha..."

Hearing this, a young man's shout immediately outside the door, arrogant and rude. But as soon as he finished speaking, another cold voice suddenly made: "Sister Sifan, why don't you catch that old guy for your brother and ask him to kowtow to you and confess your guilt?"

"Hmph, it's really a fool!"

Listening to these two noises, Que'er couldn't help laughing, curling her lips disdainfully, and looked at Zhuo Fan and said, "Father, we have seen such people in the past few decades. Playboys are looking for death. Forget it, there is no need for them to do it first, I'll go there now!"

Without saying anything, Zhuo Fan just lay quietly on the bamboo chair, calm and peaceful, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

Without saying a word, Que'er immediately stepped forward and rushed out with murderous aura, so that these ignorant little ghosts knew who was the real person with a status and who was the real person who could not be provoked.

However, before she could go out, the crisp female voice sounded again, and there was a faint anger in the voice: "Stop talking, how can you do this? Our Luo family, benevolent and righteous family, and the Luo League are also the example of benevolent and righteousness in Xizhou. How can you do such a thing that bullies the weak? If my father knows this, you must be beaten to death!"

squeak!

His body, which was slowly lying down, suddenly froze, and Zhuo Fan's brows trembled slightly.

Understanding his intentions, Que'er immediately stopped her figure. The murderous aura was once again taken into her body, looking at him in a blink of an eye, waiting for his instructions.

"Sister Sifan, don't be angry. We are also helping you? You have been here for dozens of times, and every time you come with sincerity and return home in disappointment. Every time you meet this old guy. This time, he finally meets him, and he looks stubborn and expels him without even seeing him. It's nothing!"

"Yes, Sister Sifan, we also feel sorry for your hard work and want to fulfill your wish immediately!" At this time, the two male voices rang out of the door.

Zhuo Fan listened in the room, his face full of solemnity: "The little devil from the Luo family, I never thought he would find this place. This is fate, haha..."

"No matter what, do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Whether they are willing to see us is their business. We must not force ourselves. So what is the difference between them and robbers!"

He scolded the two men fiercely, and the little girl's pleading sounded again: "Senior Blind Sword Master, the little girl Luo Sifan, sincerely beg for the seniors to meet. Please pay attention to the fact that the young woman has come to the door dozens of times but has no results. Please see me, I am really sincere!"

Standing quietly at the door, Que'er looked at Zhuo Fan and waited for his intention.

After pondering for a little, Zhuo Fan smiled slightly and waved his hand and said, "Let them come in, I also want to see what the juniors of the Luo family will look like in a hundred years."

"Come in!"

Nodded slightly, Que'er waved her hand and immediately waved the bamboo door open, then stood quietly behind Zhuo Fan. After a cheerful cheer erupted outside the door, three figures entered one after another and walked into the place.

The first person who came in was a slightly obese man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a rebellious look on his face. He looked around and saw that the hut was so shabby, and he couldn't help but look contempt.

The second person who came in was a thin man, holding a long sword in his hand, inlaid with gold and jade, which was extremely precious at first glance. Originally, his eyes were a little angry and contempt, but when he saw the long sword hanging all over the room, his pupils suddenly shrank, showing a look of surprise. When he looked at Zhuo Fan, who was still sitting on the bamboo chair, his eyes finally showed deep respect and bowed.

As for the third one who came in, it was the little girl, with a peach blossom face, pure and lovely, and even a little cute. When she saw Zhuo Fan's face, she hurriedly bowed and stuttered, "Previous...sen..."

"Okay, I heard all the clamors outside just now, and you can still speak some human words!" The corners of your mouth curled slightly, and Zhuo Fan pointed the little girl in the air and chuckled.

Hearing this, the fat man was immediately furious and was about to step forward and attack: "What did you say, old thing?"

But before he could do it, the thin man beside him was stopped. The little girl also glared at him fiercely and scolded angrily: "Shut up, or I'll tell your father to go!"

The fat head shrank slightly, and the fat man finally didn't dare to move anymore. He just stared at Zhuo Fan with hatred.

Idiot, if my father hadn't had some friendship with your elders, you would have died one hundred and eighty times with your attitude!

He looked at the fat man deeply, and Que'er curled his lips disdainfully. Zhuo Fan didn't mind, so he figured out their details first. If he didn't have such a big friendship, hum...

"Little girl, I just heard you say that you are the Luo League... the Luo League of the Nine Sects in Xizhou?"

"Of course, otherwise where can there be so many Luo Leagues in Xizhou?"

He stared at him arrogantly, and the fat man said with a contemptuous look: "How is it, old man, are you scared. Our Luo League is the leader of the nine sects in Xizhou. Even the Shuanglongyuan gave us three points. You dare not give us face. If you don't see us, you're looking for death...ah..."

But before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but scream. In a blink of an eye, he saw the little girl staring at him fiercely, stepping on one of his feet, gritting her teeth: "Shut up, treat my words as wind in your ears, right?"

"Senior, don't be angry. I am Luo Sifan, the leader of the Luo League, Luo Yunhai, is my father. These two are my brothers. If you have any offense, I hope you can forgive me!"

Immediately afterwards, the girl hugged her fists and bowed to apologize.

His face was stunned. Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and fell into a state of panic.

Luo Sifan...Sifan, do you miss me?

"By the way, you are Miss Luomeng, so who are these two idiots?"

"Who are you talking about being a fool, old man?" The two of them were dissatisfied and shouted together.

With a calm face, Zhuo Fan said quietly: "I said you two are fools, how about you? Beat me?"

"You..." They couldn't help but stagnate, and the two were so angry that they were furious. Just seeing that Luo Sifan was present and it was difficult to do it, they shouted: "Where do we look like fools?"

"Then how can I look like an old man?"

"Others say you are an old man!"

"Then others say you two are fools!"

"Who?"

"Yes, who?"

"Village!"

"Chi'er!"

The two little ghosts and Zhuo Fan argued with each other, and the two used the villagers as evidence. Zhuo Fan pointed at the Que'er beside him and fought back perfectly. If anyone said anything about you was something, then Que'er was also someone else. She said you were fools, then he was fools.

puff!

The two boys were so angry that they gritted their teeth and their faces were red. Is it true that their family members should provide evidence? However, Luo Sifan couldn't help but chuckled, covered his mouth, looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes full of joy, coughed lightly, and stopped laughing, "Previous... Senior, don't see them. This is the first time I have seen that an old senior and a young man are quarreling like this!"

"It's the first time I've seen such an ignorant young man!"

With a cold smile, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but shout: "Say, which famous family are you? Could it be that the head of the Luo family is also your father!"

"It's not yet!"

Um?

The two of them said in one go, and from time to time they glanced at Luo Sifan on the side, blushing her face and glared at them fiercely. Zhuo Fan was stunned and asked, "What is Shang? Yes, no, no, no, no... Oh, so that's it. Sorry, my eyes are inconvenient and I can't see clearly. So that's the case!"

But soon, Zhuo Fan understood everything and coughed dryly, "The so-called equality, who do you think you are? Do you have the qualifications?"

"Hmph, are you qualified? Old guy, you are really blind. If you know who my father is, you won't ask that!"

He raised his neck proudly, and the fat man shouted: "Tell you honestly, my surname is Long, Long Jianshan, my father is the elder of Luo League, Long Xingyun, and my grandfather is one of the seven founding alliances of Luo League..."

"Long Yifei?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Fan suddenly said, "Then... are you the Tianyu Qianlong Pavilion lineage?"

But when it comes to Zhuo Fan's statement, the fat man was stunned: "What Qianlong Pavilion, what are you talking nonsense? There is no Qianlong Pavilion in this world? I have said that we are the elders of Luo League..."

"Longjian Mountain, I heard from my father that your Long family was Qianlong Pavilion before joining the Luo League!" At this time, Luo Sifan couldn't help but speak out suddenly and reminded him.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, Long Jianshan looked confused: "Is that so, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Now the Luo League is so famous, is it worth mentioning its previous reputation? Hahaha..." Zhuo Fan shook his head with a laugh, not saying anything.

But the three of them looked at Zhuo Fan even more strange. Who was he? The younger generations no longer knew about the events a hundred years ago. He knew very well. And even the backgrounds of each family were clear. What was going on?

For a moment, the three of them looked at Zhuo Fan and became even more confused...
Chapter completed!