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Chapter 570 : The good show begins!

The Sutra Pavilion was not far from Wuhuang Peak. He walked there and spent about ten minutes before arriving at the entrance of the attic of the Sutra Pavilion.

He looked at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in front of him, which was as high as eight stories high, and couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.

There are so many books on the eighth floor. It seems that the history of the Divine General Academy is very rich.

He walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There are people who specialize in guarding the Sutra Pavilion at the entrance.

It was an old man who was sitting there at the moment. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Fan walking over.

It seems that Chen Fan would come here at this time.

He naturally knew Chen Fan. The moment Chen Fan became a disciple in the inner courtyard, almost all the disciples knew him.

However, the Sutra Collection Pavilion has its own rules. Although the Sutra Collection Pavilion is open to the public at any time, the fact that there are no rules openly does not mean that there are no rules secretly.

"Even if you are the target of Elder He and others' fight, it's useless here!"

The old man regained his serious look.

Chen Fan naturally didn't know what the old man was thinking, so he came to the old man, clasped his fists and explained his intention.

But who would have thought that the old man just glanced at him and said, "There are people in the Sutra Pavilion today. You can come back another day."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, what happened?

There are people in the Sutra Pavilion... People enter the Sutra Pavilion every day. It is open to the public. Isn't it normal to have people there?

"Is it full inside?"

Chen Fan asked, "No!"

The old man didn't even look at Chen Fan.

"Since it's not full, why do you ask me to come another day?"

Chen Fan asked.

"Because of the rules!"

The old man was a little impatient.

"rule?

Chen Fan asked back: "The rule of the academy is that the Sutra Pavilion is open at all times. I don't know where the rule you are talking about is?"

Chen Fan's words seemed to make the old man unhappy. A pair of eyes suddenly stared at Chen Fan and said: "The college has college rules, but there are also rules here. Sometimes the rules here do not mean the rules of the college. Understand!"

"Then what are the rules here?"

Chen Fan somewhat understood.

If I guess correctly, the rules the old man mentioned are the unspoken rules here.

As for what this unspoken rule is, he still doesn't know.

"No comment. Anyway, as time goes by, you will understand."

However, the old man didn't tell Chen Fan at all and spoke vaguely.

"But what if I insist on going in?"

Chen Fan asked tentatively.

"That's just breaking into the Sutra Pavilion secretly. I can execute you on the spot!"

The old man snorted coldly, not afraid of Chen Fan at all.

At this moment, Chen Fan frowned slightly.

Although he is not afraid of old people.

But if he entered by force, he would have violated the rules of the academy.

Although the Sutra Pavilion is open at all times, there is nothing wrong with him wanting to enter.

But after all, the old man is the person who guards the Sutra Pavilion, and his words also have a certain authority.

He said he was not allowed to enter. No matter what the reason was, Chen Fan could not force his way in. Otherwise, even if Chen Fan was right, he would become an unreasonable target.

"Then I'll come over tomorrow!"

Chen Fan could only compromise.

"Let's watch it tomorrow!"

The old man didn't give an accurate answer. After he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and hummed a tune, leisurely and contentedly.

Chen Fan looked at the old man with disgust on his face.

Secretly, the forest is really big and there are all kinds of birds.

Places like the Sutra Pavilion have hidden rules.

Sooner or later, he will figure out what this unspoken rule is.

After taking a deep look at the old man and the Sutra Pavilion, Chen Fan turned and left.

Looking at Chen Fan's leaving figure, the old man narrowed his eyes and snorted disdainfully: "So what if you are a genius? In the academy, you are a genius, but not here. Here, we only treat geniuses!"

...Chen Fan left the Scripture Collection Pavilion and headed towards Lingzhan Peak.

Although he was unable to enter the Sutra Pavilion this time.

But he won't give up.

If he can't do it today, then tomorrow, he must enter the Sutra Pavilion and find out the situation at Wuwang Peak.

On the way back, he was still worried about Shen Ming.

How long has passed, and there is still no news from Shen Ming.

He asked the turtle in the Qiankun Bag again.

I have to say that this turtle is really a sleeping god.

I don’t know if it is recuperating or if it is really lethargic.

Every time Chen Fan came to him for something, he was still sleeping, and he didn't know it. When he sensed it, he would make a very shocking snoring sound.

Sometimes Chen Fan wonders whether this divine turtle is Shen Ming's mount and why Shen Ming is missing. This thing is not anxious at all and can still sleep.

He was speechless for a while and woke up the turtle again.

This time, the turtle knew Chen Fan's temper and grunted reluctantly without saying anything.

Chen Fan asked it to sense the breath of Shen Ming.

The turtle didn't seem to need to sense it, so he said categorically that he didn't.

"As long as there is any leakage of the little master's breath, the ancestor can automatically sense it, but there is nothing so far. What else can the ancestor do besides sleeping? How about this? You let the ancestor out to play for a while, just for a while.

Zu promises not to cause any trouble for you, how about that?"

It blinked at Chen Fan, showing hospitality, looking pitiful.

Chen Fanli never left it, and his spiritual thoughts returned to reality.

He didn't believe that this old bastard was a fuel-efficient lamp. Once he was let out, he might be in a lot of trouble.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you miss it, you won't be able to catch the show!"

Just when Chen Fan was walking on a street.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the street.

Chen Fan still didn't know what happened.

Immediately afterwards, a young man trotted past him. Judging from their expressions, they looked anxious and excited, as if they had missed something after a while, and hurried away in a certain direction.

"What happened?"

Some passers-by looked curious and didn't know why. Driven by curiosity, they chased after him and asked.

"You still don't know, I heard that the leader of the Conferred Gods Alliance, Feng Qingyang, and the young master from the Wuji City Shangbaohui family went to find Chen Fan!"

"Is there anything else?"

"Chen Fan killed several deputy leaders of the Fengshen Alliance in the Ice Prison Linglong Tower. Feng Qingyang can let him go!"

"Besides, Chen Fan and Shang Baohui are also having some conflicts, and Shangbaohui's son Xue Jin also wants to settle accounts with him!"

"This is a big deal, both sides will definitely take action!"

"Let's go and have a look!"

At one time, one spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds.

Many disciples learned about this one after another and headed towards Lingzhan Peak.

Chen Fan looked at their backs and was speechless for a while.

I was walking on the street, but none of these disciples noticed me.

Maybe these disciples don't know him yet, or maybe they really haven't noticed.

After all, Feng Qingyang and Xue Jin are looking for trouble with Chen Fan. They only want to go to Zhanling Peak, so they don't care about the passers-by around them.

"I didn't expect them to lose it so quickly!"

Chen Fan was not in a hurry at all.

Since Feng Qingyang and Xue Jin are looking for trouble for him.

The premise is that he must be found.

They are still here today.

Even if those disciples went to Zhanling Peak, they wouldn't see anything good.


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