Several disciples of the Nanwu Sect took Meng Fan and Song Zheliu through the gate of the ancestral ancestral hall and came to a side room next to the courtyard, and asked the two to take out the resumes prepared for recruitment, presumably to see the origin of the two, and then decide what to do with the two.

Song Zheliu had already prepared and handed over his resume.

A few disciples took a look, the corners of their mouths hooked, Song Zheliu was born in a small way, and it was a problem to kill him.

But when I asked Meng Fan for my resume, I didn't ask for anything, because Meng Fan didn't prepare anything, so I asked, and I heard that Meng Fan said that it was just a casual cultivator, and it would be no problem to kill it.

"Kill or Waste?"

"The Yao family gave that bit of silver, it's not worth killing for them, it's useless. ”

"Good!"

After a brief discussion, one of the disciples closed the door.

The door squeaked.

The light in the room dimmed.

Song Zheliu sighed, sad in his heart, it didn't matter if he hurt himself, he also affected Meng Fan, raised his head and wanted to say a few words of apology to Meng Fan, but suddenly found that Meng Fan was staring at a few Meilan bamboo chrysanthemums on the wall and admiring it, that look was not like he was in big trouble at all, but like he was invited to be a guest.

"Brother Meng......" Song Zheliu called softly, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Oh!" Meng Fan withdrew his gaze from the painting, "I'm so afraid." ”

Song Zheliu sighed, Meng Fan must have been frightened into a delirium, and he didn't have the reaction he should have.

Several disciples surrounded him, and his body diffused with fierce cultivation fluctuations.

"Don't scream, be obedient, and suffer less sin, do you know!" said a disciple in a deep voice.

As a result, as soon as the words were spoken, an unexpected thing happened.

"Murder!"

Meng Fan opened his mouth suddenly, and let out an earth-shattering shout, which shook the eardrums of those disciples, and caused the beams of the house to fall dust, and even the wall ash peeled off a lot.

"Those two guys are suffering!"

"It's just a way to go, and it won't drop a piece of meat, I don't know the reason why people have to bow their heads under the eaves?"

"Hey, I'm still too young!"

The hundreds of people lined up in the open space outside the ancestral hall heard Meng Fan's shouting and began to discuss, thinking that Meng Fan had been tortured, and there was not much sympathy in the words, but there was some criticism of Meng Fan and Song Zheliu who did not understand the meaning of judging the situation, and the thin man and the old man also heard it, glanced at each other, and smiled.

"Son, how many times have I taught you, you have to use your brain to do things, don't be too sharp, and learn more from your father. The old man lost no time in educating his son, "Look at being a father, one sentence can kill someone." “

"My father taught me. Young Master Yao, who always thinks that his father is too gentle, nodded deeply this time, in this matter, his father has indeed done a very good job.

But no one heard it, and there was a slight hint of ridicule in Meng Fan's shouting.

"What are you calling nonsense?" The few disciples in the side room who were about to make a move were suddenly stunned by Meng Fan, "Haven't we done it yet!

"Brother Meng, bear with me!" Song Zheliu saw that Meng Fan's behavior had become excessive again, and comforted, "We are framed, we don't deserve to be humiliated like this, in fact, I also want to call...... Uh......"

As he spoke, Song Zheliu was stunned.

He found that after Meng Fan finished shouting, he regained his composure again, like a person who was fine, very weird.

"Knock!" At that moment, there was a knock on the door, "Open the door!"

"What's in charge!" several disciples in the room frowned, and someone went to open the door.

"What's the matter, shouting?" He Gou, the female ghost's man, walked into the room and scolded the disciples, "I don't know that recruitment is about to start?"

"He Guanshi, we suspect that these two people have something to do with the bounty for the murderer......" The disciples explained to He Gou in a low voice.

He Gou's eyes swept over Meng Fan and Song Zheliu, he didn't recognize Meng Fan at first sight, and was about to open his mouth to interrogate the two, when there was a sudden sound in his ears: "He Gou, you are so majestic!"

"Former ...... Senior!"

When He Gou heard this, he hurriedly focused his eyes on Meng Fan's face, and his heart was pounding!

He once asked the female ghost Meng Fan what his cultivation was, and the female ghost said that Meng Fan was in that village, and killing the village chief of Changsheng was as simple as killing a chicken!

His own group of unseen subordinates actually arrested such a terrifying character!

Do they know that if Meng Fan moves his murderous intent, no one present will survive, even if the hundreds of people outside go together, they will definitely not be Meng Fan's opponent!

Meng Fan is an invincible existence here!

What's more, Meng Fan is still his benefactor!

He Gou was short of breath, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he suddenly waved his hand and slapped those disciples: "Look at the good things you have done!"

In the blink of an eye, the disciples were bleeding from their mouths and were unsteady on their feet.

After He Gou withdrew his hand, he shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The disciples didn't know why the steward was so angry, and they didn't dare to ask more, so they covered their faces and walked out, and they were even more confused when they heard the steward say, "Pour two cups of tea!"

The situation reversed, and Song Zheliu was also dumbfounded.

Meng Fan knows the steward?

Saved?

He didn't know that Meng Fan was not looking at the painting just now, but was using the Dream Dao Technique to see through, and found that He Gou was in this ancestral hall, and the shouting was also deliberate, just to attract He Gou over.

And He Gou, as a steward, will not come and take a look when he hears the voice.

"Former ...... Senior, who is this one next to you?" After those disciples left, He Gou, who had cultivated in the early stage of the Heaven Cutting Days, glanced at Song Zheliu and sent a message to Meng Fan.

"My own people, Song Zheliu. Meng Fan smiled.

"Senior, please sit down!" He Gou wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to a wooden chair in the room and said, "The juniors have no way to discipline them, and if you ask the seniors to atone for their sins, the juniors will definitely punish them fiercely!"

"Song Daoyou, you also sit. He Gou said to Song Zheliu again.

"Oooh. From a prisoner under the stairs to a guest on the seat, Song Zheliu was like a dream, as if floating to the seat.

Next, He Gou asked Meng Fan what was going on, Meng Fan just pointed at Song Zheliu indifferently, Song Zheliu was indignant and said the disgusting things he had encountered, and He Gou's face sank.

The disciple brought the tea, He Gou personally took the tea, brought it to Meng Fan and Song Zheliu, and then asked the disciple to call the old man Kuo father and son.

"Those two have a great friendship with Steward He!" The disciple who served the tea walked outside, realized something, rubbed his face, and suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, "It's good to say no earlier, it's funny!"

"People must have died, let us go and see the corpses, let's go!"

After receiving the news, the old man and his son smiled and hurriedly walked towards the ancestral hall, not even caring about the injury on the disciple's face, but as soon as they entered the room, they saw a huge fist smashed towards them......

(End of chapter)