In the bungalow, the light was a little dim, and four wooden beds were placed on the left and right.

There was a man shirtless, with a hideous tiger head tattooed on his chest, lying lazily on the bed, raising his eyelids and glancing at Meng Fan: "Why don't you roll over and press Lao Tzu's feet?"

Meng Fan hugged the Earth Spirit Pig, his face was as calm as a lake without the slightest ripple, and he glanced at the bed, distinguishing which one was Shanzi.

At this time, he also roughly understood in his heart that the Yuxian faction should have no order at all, and completely promoted the concept of survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest, which was completely different from the rules of the original Huyang Concept.

But such an environment made Meng Fan's heart ...... It became easier.

At this time, he didn't have much information about the immortal fire, the faster he rose, the more he could get into the core secrets of the Yuxian faction, where was the immortal fire, what power was guarding it, how to take it and steal it, how to get out of it...... These things have to be prepared for a rainy day.

"The tiger master told you to pinch your feet, are you paralyzed and deaf?" Another person sat up from the bed, wearing a pair of linen pants, when he spoke, the flesh near the corners of his eyes trembled, giving people a very vicious look, he pointed to a bed with messy bedding, and said viciously, "You kid has a good life, do you know why Lei Zi is not here, he was paralyzed by the tiger master two days ago, and he quit the sect, if you were there at that time, the person who was paralyzed was you!"

"Oh, that's amazing. Meng Fan walked to a bed, put down the Earth Spirit Pig, pushed open a small window above the bed, and the cool air in the mountains poured in, and after taking a deep breath, Meng Fan glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, "Don't worry, you have all shared." ”

The two thought that Meng Fan had succumbed, so they snorted coldly, but saw Meng Fan close the door.

"Shanzi, what are you going to do?"

"You're paralyzed and don't want to live?"

"Save ......"

There were shouts from the house, at first angry, then begging for mercy in terror.

The sound of "Woo Woo" kept coming out, the dilapidated bungalow kept trembling, the sun shone down from a high place, and some miscellaneous disciples walked out of the other houses and gathered in front of the house where Meng Fan was, with a shocked face.

"It's the tiger master who is shouting for help inside?" someone whispered.

"Like, but...... Why?" someone blinked in confusion.

"Why don't you take a look?" someone suggested.

Tiger Ye, whose real name is Wang Dihu, his cultivation is the same as Shanzi, he is the eighth level of condensation, and he is an outer disciple, but because of something, he angered a steward surnamed Su, and was demoted to a miscellaneous disciple, and became the boss of the miscellaneous disciples.

At this time, when he heard Wang Dihu screaming in the house, there was also a person named Zhao Chunguang who was screaming with him, and all the miscellaneous disciples looked at each other.

"I just saw Shanzi come back...... someone opened their mouth, "isn't Shanzi ......"

He didn't dare to say any more, because it was impossible to think about it, Shanzi was a well-deserved little sheep in the Yuxian faction, he could be bullied, and he was cowardly to the extreme.

In fact, with Shanzi's cultivation, although it is not high, if it is revealed, ordinary disciples will not dare to bully him, and there has been an incident here.

"Bang dang!"

After a while, the door of the house was pushed open, and the light shone on the man's chest, and the head of the tiger was hideous, and it was a tiger of the king's land.

But when they saw Wang Dihu's face, everyone was stunned, as if they had seen something incredible, only to see Wang Dihu's face covered with blood, one eye was seriously swollen, unable to open, the corners of his mouth bulged, giving people the feeling of laughing, but the trembling of facial muscles showed that he was in pain!

"Lord Tiger, this is ......" Everyone was shocked and puzzled, but because of the power of Wang Dihu, they still cast concerned eyes.

"Get out!" Wang Dihu bared his teeth and shouted at the miscellaneous disciples.

"Xiaohu, treat comrades as warm as spring, pay attention to your attitude, and improve your self-cultivation from little things. An indifferent voice came from the house, "Come in, don't block the sun at the door." ”

"Yes...... Brother Shan. Wang Dihu answered, his breathing was very unsteady, and when his chest rose and fell, the tiger head tattoo kept shaking, and then he turned around and returned to the house with his head drooping.

"Brother Shan?"

"Who's Brother Shan?"

Meng ...... Meng Xiaoshan?"

The shock of the crowd had reached an indescribable level, and they looked into the house with wide eyes!

The bright light was flooding the room, and Meng Fan was reclining on the bed, holding a diary and looking at it, looking relaxed.

Zhao Chunguang, who was wearing big pants, put a basin of water next to Meng Fan's bed, tested the temperature of the water with his hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Shan, the water is ready, please settle down." ”

Meng Fan didn't even look at Zhao Chunguang, he lifted his feet, Zhao Chunguang reached out and took off Meng Fan's socks, and then carefully folded them, held Meng Fan's feet, and put them into the water.

"Tiger ...... Dihu, what are you still standing stupidly for?" Zhao Chunguang's face was no better than Wang Dihu's, and he glanced at Wang Dihu, "Brother Shan is tired from going down the mountain this time, and he has made great contributions, we have to serve Brother Shan!"

Hearing this, Wang Dihu sucked the blood that was about to flow out of his nostrils, walked to the basin, half-knelt on the ground, and held Meng Fan's other foot with a reverent expression, and began to carefully clean and press it.

When he raised his face and saw Meng Fan frowning slightly, his movements stopped, and he said with a smile: "I'm sorry Brother Shan, the strength is heavy." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Fan raised his wet feet and pasted them on Wang Dihu's face: "Xiaohu, haven't you eaten?" ”

Wang Dihu squatted on the ground, glanced at Zhao Chunguang who was wearing big pants, was stunned for a moment, and was surprised to see that Zhao Chunguang had actually used the power of cultivation to press Meng Fan's feet!

Wang Dihu took a deep breath, squatted again, and also called on some cultivation power, and began to press Meng Fan's feet vigorously, for fear that he would fall behind Zhao Chunguang.

"I ...... I'm hallucinating in my eyes!"

"I can't be dreaming, inside, inside......"

"Shanzi, that kid, it's different!"

"The miscellaneous disciple area is about to change!"

The people outside looked at each other, shocked beyond measure, and were reluctant to leave for a long time, the former king of the miscellaneous service area actually used the power of cultivation to wash people's feet!

After washing, Wang Dihu and Zhao Chunguang washed the basin again, put the water again, and began to bathe the Diling Pig, which made everyone can't help but be shocked.

On this day, all the miscellaneous disciples lived in a trance, as if they had a long dream.

And Wang Zhao and the two of them were not so simple as being beaten by Meng Fan, in fact, Meng Fan said a word to them, with this sentence, the two of them thought that with Meng Fan, they were likely to soar, and that sentence was also very simple: "I went down the mountain and made a great contribution and saved someone's life." ”

In the evening, Meng Fan was still flipping through the diary that he had dug out of the bed in the mountains, which recorded the big and small things after he came to the sect, including how he became a deceitful person......

(End of chapter)

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