Some people meet for the first time and feel familiar.

Quan Chen Fan turned his head to look at Liu Qingmei, and Liu Qingmei suddenly felt that something in his heart was shaken. Two flashes of red appeared on her face, but they were covered by a veil, and no one could see them.

The face of the young man in black is so handsome, and the high-spirited temperament of the whole person also makes her heart move.

Liu Qingmei is just eighteen years old this year, and she spent her previous days in Liufu, and she hasn't come out to play much.

Most of her peers around her are her subordinates, and their attitude towards her is extremely humble, for fear that if they are dissatisfied, they will lose their lives.

And some men of the same age in Zhongzhou are all guys with nostrils facing the sky, and Liu Qingmei doesn't like it when he sees that kind of style.

So when I saw Chen Fan just now, I was moved by his rustic feeling.

Chen Fan looked at the white figure, although he was in good shape, he was wrapped like a zongzi, and then immediately turned his head to watch the game.

"Hmph. ”

Liu Qingmei let out a low snort, this black boy is too ignorant of lifting, why did he immediately turn his head around when he just looked at Miss Ben?

The reason why gluttony made him look at it was because he realized that this woman's origin was definitely not simple. And she paid a lot of attention to Chen Fan, and looked at it with her eyes straight from the beginning of the game.

It is impossible to say that the two people have any grudges, because they have not been in contact before. In this case, there is only one possibility......

Liu Qingmei's veil seemed to be a void in the gluttonous eyes, and he also saw a beautiful face under the veil.

It seems that Chen Xiaozi is not shallow......

However, gluttony will never participate in the affairs between the two, the love and love of young people, it will be meaningless if he intervenes more.

Feelings need fate, and twisted melons are not sweet, and he also understands this truth.

Chen Fan was quietly watching the game in the ring, but he hadn't noticed that there were strong players yet, so he felt a little boring.

At this moment, he actually sat cross-legged in place and began to cultivate, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

"Gluttonous senior, if there is a game for me, please wake me up immediately. After saying this, Chen Fan closed his eyes and began to cultivate seriously.

If it were an ordinary disciple who put on such a posture here, many people would ridicule him, saying that he was grandstanding.

However, when everyone saw that it was Chen Fan, a peerless ruthless man, who was cultivating in place, no one dared to say anything. It hadn't been long since they had just reached adulthood, and they had already mixed up with the top few disciples in the inner courtyard.

Fu Qitang is such a strong hall, he can be burned by him, such a genius, it is not unusual to do anything.

Cultivating hard is the duty of a monk, and many people are also very touched when they see Chen Fan's behavior. Usually they use their lack of talent to shirk it, but who wants to keep cultivating every day.

When they really embark on the path of cultivation, everyone will face threats from other monks. Under the vast heavenly road, everyone is trying to survive pitifully.

Chen Fan's cultivation behavior told everyone that we are just a speck of dust in the vast world, and we are all poor guys who want to change our lives against the sky.

It was also many people who felt urgency on their shoulders, even peerless geniuses like Senior Brother Chen were cultivating frantically, let alone ordinary people like themselves?

The behavior of the group is motivating, and once someone imitates it, someone will definitely follow suit. As the first figure sat down, one by one the figures began to cultivate.

However, Chen Fan couldn't see it at this time, and if he did, he would definitely laugh dumbly.

The Fangzheng Mansion Master on the stage suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could so many addresses not watch the game and sit in place one by one to cultivate......

Although he also advocated seizing every minute and every second to cultivate, he shouldn't be so nervous. After all, there is an outsider watching the game here, and their behavior is indeed a bit outrageous.

He saw Chen Danpan sitting down to cultivate, and then many disciples began to follow him to cultivate. Could it be that Chen Fan has become the spiritual leader among the disciples of the inner court?

When the old sword cultivators of Sword Valley saw this scene, they laughed out loud one by one. This may be the weirdest resource battle ever, the monks in the ring are fighting loudly, and the people below are cultivating with their eyes closed.

Such a strange scene was seen by Liu Qingmei, and her beautiful eyes were only full of brilliance. Looking at Chen Fan, she was very curious, what kind of man was he who could lead so many people to follow him to cultivate?

Those majestic genius boys on weekdays are just one person in front of her. But Chen Fan's actions caused others to imitate, but Liu Qingmei became more interested in Chen Fan.

"Boy Chen, stop cultivating, it's your turn. The gluttonous voice reached Chen Fan's mind, and Chen Fan opened his eyes instantly.

However, the moment Chen Fan saw the surrounding scene, he was also a little shocked. Why are the monks sitting on the ground one by one now sitting on the ground and cultivating? What the hell is going on in all this?

Chen Fan's stupid appearance was seen by Liu Qingmei, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face again. This kid in black completely attracted her mind, and as for the identity issue between the two, Liu Qingmei would never care.

I wanted to go back and ask my junior brothers, but the junior disciples were also practicing, and Chen Fan didn't want to disturb them, so he walked to the ring to participate in the competition.

The match with Chen Fan was a disciple of the Forging Body Hall, and Chen Fan did not draw his sword, but just bowed to the other party with his fists, and then prepared to start the game.

The person on the other side also had the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Infancy, and his terrifying muscles were shaking wantonly, and he looked like he should have a very strong physical strength.

Chen Fan's thin body was like a chicken in front of him, and the Forging Hall monk directly blasted his fist. When Liu Qingmei saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel nervous, because Chen Fan looked relatively thin and could hardly withstand this punch.

"Boom!"

Chen Fan didn't put in a lot of effort, after all, there was no grudge against him on the other side, and he probably only used about six points of strength.

And he didn't infuse his spiritual power into his fists, otherwise the palms of the monks on the opposite side would all explode.

The Forging Hall monk flew out weakly, and then fell hard under the ring, but it was not a big deal.

Liu Qingmei's eyes widened, and she looked at the black figure with some incredulity.