The lobby manager slapped the doorman and shouted: "Are you tired of living? You dare to block Mr. Hua?"
"Manager, this is a misunderstanding, I'm just keeping an eye on it."
"You still dare to quibble?"
The fat Taoist priest smiled and said: "Forget it, forget it, Taoist Master is a broad-minded person, so he won't care about this matter."
Then he pointed at Ning Fan with his thumb and said, "That's the brother I just sworn to, please hurry up and serve him with wine and food. Is there any problem?"
"No problem, Mr. Hua, please come in."
The fat Taoist priest put his arm around Ning Fan's shoulders and strode in.
"Taoist, do you run this place, or are you a member here?" Ning Fan asked.
"That's about right. We'll eat and drink later, and then we can just run away."
Hearing this, Ning Fan's face turned dark, as if he had met a scammer.
In the private room, the fat Taoist priest untied his package, put it aside, and then took off the sword.
Then he rubbed it with his hands, with a smile on his face.
Ning Fan frowned. This sword seemed to have an exposed edge. It was a treasure.
Even though it has not been taken out of the sheath, you can still vaguely feel the cold air.
"Taoist Master, can you lend me your sword?" Ning Fan said.
"Hey, what a boy, you have such good eyesight, you can actually tell that this sword is a precious sword."
The fat Taoist priest felt relieved about Ning Fan and threw the sword directly.
When you take it into your hand, you immediately feel a thick feeling. The hilt is more than a foot long, and the mouth has two identical vicious beast patterns.
Ning Fan was curious about what kind of sword this was.
Then he drew his sword.
"Don't..." the fat Taoist priest yelled.
At that moment, the sword was indeed pulled out, but along with the terrifying evil energy overflowing, the sword body was trembling, or it could be said that it seemed to be excited.
Ning Fan frowned and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.
But this evil sword seemed to have its own consciousness and wanted to break free from Ning Fan's imprisonment. The black evil spirit filled the entire private room.
"Boy, throw away the sword quickly." The fat Taoist priest shouted.
"I......"
The scabbard began to show cracks, and finally exploded, revealing a dark black ancient sword.
"What a terrifying evil spirit."
call out!!!
Suddenly, this evil sword moved towards Ning Fan unwillingly, trying to drink blood.
Ning Fan quickly threw it out.
clang clang…
The ancient sword fell to the ground, trembling continuously.
"Oh my God, I managed to seal it with great difficulty. It's over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the edge of the ancient sword was aimed at the fat Taoist priest, which scared him so much that he jumped up and hid next to Ning Fan.
"What kind of evil thing is this?" Ning Fan asked.
"The Taoist Master doesn't know. It's because of the evil sect that the Taoist Master thinks it's a treasure, but it is indeed a treasure." The fat Taoist priest was not only scared, but his eyes shone at the same time.
Neither of them dared to act rashly. This ancient sword was so evil that it seemed to be alive.
The door opened and a waiter came in.
The ancient sword seemed to have found its target and flew directly towards it.
"Stop it!" the fat Taoist priest shouted.
Ning Fan rushed out, grabbed the hilt of the sword and threw it towards the fat Taoist priest.
"Ah... you want to kill someone."
This scared the fat Taoist priest so much that he almost jumped on the table.
"Come back!" Ning Fan stepped on the ancient sword under his feet as soon as he woke up.
"Be careful, kid, this thing just wants to drink blood." said the fat Taoist priest.