Chapter Seventy-Six: The Past of Master and Apprentice (I)

Xue Qing's words could almost be defined as naked humiliation, and Zhou Fan was not angry, so he left the Divine General's Mansion, and his next destination was not Ling Xiao Pavilion.

"Han Fan went to the mansion of the flower god general!" Xue Qing has been following the other party, and when Zhou Fan entered, she turned back to the house and informed the Snow God General.

The Snow God had not been out for many days, which had been enough time for her to bring back three or four men to play and kill, and now she preferred to read books and embroider in the boudoir like a little woman.

"What do you think he is doing when he goes to the Flower God General's Mansion?"

"I can't tell," Xue Qing shook her head and said: "I really can't understand this Han Fan, he doesn't look like a person who covets beauty, and he doesn't have the so-called lust for profit, in my opinion, he is more thinking about you, but this kind of simple mind, no matter how you look at it, it's a little unusual!" ”

"yes, it's a bit unusual!" The Snow God General also agreed with the other party's opinion, "But what exactly do you say his purpose is?" ”

"Could it be..."

"If you have something to say, don't spit it out!" The snow god will say with a gloomy face.

"Do you think it could be Fu Bing...!"

"Smack!" The snow god will be a little distracted, the water cup that she was originally holding in her hand fell on the table in an instant, and her face was gloomy in the next moment, and the snow god sword in her hand was directly drawn, instantly drawing a scar on the other party's face;

"I said, you can't mention that woman!"

"Yes, the slave knows that she is wrong!" Xue Qing hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Get out of here!" The Snow God's voice was cold, so cold that it made people feel a piercing chill hit them.

Xue Qing retreated, compared to the previous frightened sword, her heart was more curious, she had been serving the snow god for too long, and naturally knew the other party's character, because of the pain in the past, the other party's heart was cold, so there was no possibility of keeping the sword out of the sword, and just now, it was obvious that the sword was collected at a critical moment, so as to avoid being killed, and it became just a simple scratch on the cheek.

The Snow God was also suspicious, looking at the snow-white light emitted from the sword body, only to see her muttering: "Could it be that I really have a heart for this Han Fan..."

The snow god will not dare to think about it anymore, because in this way, she is afraid of remembering the pain of the past, and she is afraid that she will go crazy.

Zhou Fan entered the mansion of the god of flowers, although it was the first time to come, but the god of flowers was personally received, compared to the wall in the mansion of the god of snow, it is very different.

If the god of snow will be the most beautiful woman in Brahman, then the god of flowers will be the most beautiful man, with an outstanding appearance with sharp edges and corners, a more perfect figure than a woman, plus a clean and tidy plain clothes, instantly giving people a feeling of beauty and indifference.

"Han Fan? You've been famous lately! The god of flowers smiled softly, and the snow-white teeth were revealed, giving people a sense of intimacy for no reason.

Zhou Fan would not look casual because of the other party's closeness, so he bowed down and said: "That's just a little trick, if you can't get on the stage, how dare you show off in front of the flower god general!" ”

The flower god general nodded, as if he approved of the other party's answer, so he asked, "Say, what are you doing in my house for no reason?" ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I have to climb the fourth floor of Lingxiao Pavilion for personal reasons, and I heard that the person who lives on the fourth floor is Nie Zheng of the Flower God General's Mansion, in order to avoid the Flower God General misunderstanding that I am a deliberate provocation, so I want to come over and give you an explanation first!"

"It's a little too late!" The flower god sneered: "If I remember correctly, you are already the second time to fight the poster. ”

"It was my rudeness before, please don't blame the god of flowers!" Zhou Fan hurriedly apologized.

"You seem to be very confident that you can defeat Nie Zheng," the flower god glanced at Zhou Fan coldly, "Or are you here to demonstrate to me this time?" ”

"I have no such intention, I hope that the god of flowers will be clear!" Zhou Fan showed weakness again.

But the flower god general didn't seem to appreciate it, and saw that the divine power around him was instantly released, and he said with a solemn look on his face: "I don't care what your thoughts are, since you're here, let's speak with your strength, look at the sword!" ”

is also a master of the sword, and the hand of the flower god general suddenly has a wooden sword directly stabbed out.

The distance between the two was only more than half a zhang, but even with such a short distance, Zhou Fan reacted immediately, stretched out his two fingers and pinched the other party's wooden sword.

However, all this was only the beginning of the battle, the flower god will be blocked by the sword, but his face is full of smiles, and the next moment, the sword body suddenly split into countless branches, directly winding around Zhou Fan, even if Zhou Fan's divine power resists, it is still wrapped.

"The power of the divine land!" At the critical moment, Zhou Fan couldn't hide it anymore, as the divine power was released, the whole body was darkened for a while, and then, the branches around him turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"What a pure earth power!" The flower god general withdrew the wooden sword, and deliberately took a few steps back to avoid being injured by the divine power released by Zhou Fan, and then said unexpectedly: "Stop, I admit defeat!" ”

Zhou Fan put away his divine power and said politely: "Thank you to the flower god for letting go!" ”

"Hehe," the flower god smiled, knowing that the other party was deliberately giving him a step, so he didn't talk about it anymore, but turned to say, "You know what? I've noticed you since your first contact with the Snow God General in the Sky Pavilion! ”

"Really?" Zhou Fan looked at the other party with some suspicion.

The god of flowers knew that the other party had some misunderstandings, so he explained: "Don't think about it, in fact, the god of snow and I can be regarded as masters and apprentices!" ”

"Master and apprentice?" As soon as he was reminded, Zhou Fan appeared, and it turned out that the posture of the other party and the snow god general holding the sword was exactly the same.

"What? Isn't it like? The god of flowers asked himself and replied, "That's right, after all, I don't look like an old man who has lived for more than 2,000 years!" ”

"Are you from above, too?" Zhou Fan asked.

The word "also" directly exposed Zhou Fan's understanding of the Snow God General, and the Flower God General didn't seem to expect Zhou Fan to know this, so he asked rhetorically: "What else do you know?" ”

"The god of flowers doesn't need to be so vigilant," Zhou Fan immediately said: "I have only one purpose for the Snow God General, that is, I simply hope that she is good, that's all!" ”

"Don't covet beauty, don't covet power, just hope that the other party is good, it's a bit hypocritical to be able to say this at this level, but on the other hand, it's more like true to say these words even if you know hypocrisy," Hua Shenjiang looked at Zhou Fan with a puzzled expression and said, "Tell me, why are you so obsessed with Fu Xue?" ”

Fu Xue is the name of the Snow God General, and there are only five people in the entire Buddha World who really know this name.

This is the first time Zhou Fan has heard the name of the Snow God General, and his answer is still so casual and casual, "Because she has always been my inner dream!" ”

(End of chapter)

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