"Sir, I want to thank you no matter what!" the middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and said very stubbornly.
Zhang Fan smiled faintly, then took a finger and patted the middle-aged man on the head.
"Buzz..."
A soft sound suddenly emanated from Zhang Fan's hand and the middle-aged man's head. A wave of demonic aura instantly spread around the middle-aged man. Zhang Fan planted the man in the black T-shirt on the middle-aged man's body.
The seal was lifted.
"Sir, you haven't eaten yet? I'll treat you to dinner!" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and said. The middle-aged man knew very well that people like Zhang Fan are definitely not short of money, and his strength is lower than Zhang Fan.
, he doesn’t have any natural or earthly treasures in his body, so he can’t give anything to thank Zhang Fan.
At this moment, inviting Zhang Fan to dinner can best express his gratitude to Zhang Fan. This is the so-called etiquette but affection is more important.
"The seal just caused harm to you. You should go home and recuperate. You don't have to treat me to a meal." Zhang Fan said, "Besides, the two of us want to have a two-person world, so it's a bit inappropriate for you to go."
Zhang Fan didn't want to eat with a middle-aged man, so he took Lin Qingling out as a shield.
Lin Qingling's heart trembled slightly, a blush appeared on her face, and then she lowered her head in embarrassment. Zhang Fan's words caught Lin Qingling off guard.
A look of embarrassment appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and then he scratched his head slightly and said, "It is indeed inappropriate, sir, can you give me your phone number?"
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan with eyes full of longing.
Zhang Fan was too embarrassed to refuse the middle-aged man anymore, so he simply gave the middle-aged man his phone number.
"I will make an appointment with you when I have time in the future. I hope you will appreciate it then." The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and said sincerely.
"I will definitely go when I have time." Zhang Fan smiled slightly.
"Okay, sir, I won't bother you two anymore. I'll contact you when I have time." The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and said with a smile, and then turned to leave.
"Please wait a moment." As soon as the middle-aged man took a step, Zhang Fan called out to the middle-aged man.
"Sir, is there anything else?" the middle-aged man asked.
"The man who attacked you when you first arrived claimed to be from the Jinfeng Sect. Is he telling the truth? Do you know anything about his situation?" Zhang Fan asked.
Zhang Fan directly expressed the doubts in his heart. Although the two of them verbally said that they would meet in the future, these were only superficial words. It was difficult to determine whether the two would meet or when they would meet. Therefore,
Zhang Fancai expressed his doubts and immediately asked for clarification.
"He is telling the truth. He is indeed from the Jinfeng Sect. I know him very well. After all, the hatred between the two of us lasted for more than a day or two." The middle-aged man said, "If he hadn't gotten this
In the recent training opportunity, his strength is not that strong at all. When we were evenly matched before, he would never dare to come over and embarrass me so blatantly. I really don’t know what magic medicine this Jinfeng Sect gave them, so that
The strength of these people has improved so quickly!"
Hearing
For a young man, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Magic medicine? Is there a magic medicine in Jinfeng Sect?"
Later, Zhang Fan thought about it, could the "magic medicine" mentioned by the middle-aged man be the special training method mentioned by Yuan Lizhi?
"Does their Jinfeng Sect have any magic medicine to enhance their strength?" Zhang Fan asked immediately.
"It's not a magic medicine, I just said that casually." The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly.
Then, the middle-aged man looked around cautiously, then turned in the wrong direction of Zhang Fan, and whispered to Zhang Fan: "I have inquired about some information from within the Jinfeng Sect.
Wuchang went to the Jinfeng Sect, boosted the Jinfeng Sect's morale, and thought about the future. Then, the Jinfeng Sect began to select the lowest levels of the sect for special training.
The man who just attacked me was a low-level member of the Jinfeng Sect. His strength was equal to mine, and his Taoism was in the sixth level of the first realm. Although I did not practice Qi, I was gifted with the magical power of enchantment. He
Even if my true qi strength is in the seventh stage of the Qi Movement Realm, he can't do anything to me relying on my innate magical powers.
Now his two abilities have all reached the first stage of the second realm. I really don’t know what the Jinfeng Sect did to make his strength increase so fast. Now that I see him, I can only run away.
Got it!"
Having said this, a look of helplessness appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
Zhang Fan glanced at the man in the middle and it seemed that he had guessed it right. It was really so!
However, what Zhang Fan didn't expect was that Jinfeng Sect's secret training could improve his strength so quickly.
"Sir, after I got this news, I only told you. I hope you will keep this secret for me." The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and smiled.
The vixen in the middle-aged man was too insignificant compared to the Jin Feng Sect, and he was afraid of getting burned.
"I understand, that's nothing. You can go ahead and contact us when we have time." After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan looked at the middle-aged man and said.
"Okay, sir, I won't bother you anymore." After saying that, the middle-aged man left.
Zhang Fan looked at the direction in which the middle-aged man's back disappeared, with a thoughtful look on his face. Judging from the current situation, the first batch of trained people from the Jinfeng Sect have already graduated, and Yuan Lizhi, who is in the Jinfeng Sect, should also be
After receiving the news, why didn't he call himself to inform him about it?
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and dialed Yuan Lizhi's number.
"Sorry! The phone you dialed has been turned off!" A crisp woman's voice came from the phone.
Hearing this voice, Zhang Fan frowned even more tightly, and an ominous premonition came into his heart. He secretly thought in his heart, hoping that that thing would never happen!
Zhang Fan's heart was full of worry, and the expression on his face also changed.
Seeing the change in the expression on Zhang Fan's face, Lin Qingling, who was standing next to Zhang Fan, looked at Zhang Fan and asked: "Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Qingling's words brought Zhang Fan back from his thoughts. Zhang Fan looked at Lin Qingling and laughed, waved his hands slightly and said: "It's okay...it's okay..."
"Let's go eat." Zhang Fan continued. While speaking, Zhang Fan gently rubbed his hands, which expressed Zhang Fan's uneasiness from the side.
"Okay, let's go eat." Lin Qingling readily agreed.
Under the leadership of Lin Qingling, the two came to a Western restaurant and sat down.