Zhang Changgong coughed lightly, his ruddy face turned pale, and a second later, he took out a handkerchief from the cyan robe that had dried blood, which was the handkerchief he had secretly wiped the blood he coughed up along the way.

Zhang Changgong put the blood-stained handkerchief back into his arms, then closed his eyes, absorbed the rice grains in his stomach, and the surging aura, his pale face was able to regain his ruddyness.

"Senior, I believe you have seen that I have a short life." Zhang Changgong slowly stood up from the stool, and gently patted the cyan robe with his old hands, straightening out the wrinkled clothes all over his body.

The whole person straightened up, and bowed respectfully to Ye Fan, the young man sitting on the chair, very solemnly, and bent down 90 degrees, indicating his respect for his predecessors.

The strength of the immortal cultivation world is respected, even if the young man in front of him is still a weak crown year.

"Well, you are empty of qi and blood, and you are hanging your life purely with one breath!" Ye Fan gladly accepted the bow from a Kunlun Golden Body cultivator, glanced at his gesture of clasping his hands, nodded and said.

"Senior, before I leave the mortal world, I especially want to pay a visit to you, the senior of the master." Zhang Changgong's body still bowed at 90 degrees, looked at the sneakers on the young man's feet, and said again.

This scene of looking down at people's shoes has not happened for a long time, and Zhang Longbow almost forgot it.

"I wanted to come to meet the Daoist masters of this pavilion, but I didn't expect it to be you, such a young Dao attainee, if your strength is known to those gray-haired old-timers, I don't know how they will feel." Zhang Changgong still looked down at the pair of white casual shoes.

Obviously it is only a pair of casual shoes for 200 yuan, and wearing a teenager's body is like 20 billion shoes.

Dogs are expensive by their owners, and one person ascends to heaven with a chicken dog, which is probably what it means.

"I have cultivated all my life to reach the Kunlun Golden Body, what about you, senior? What is the current level of cultivation? Zhang Changgong listened to the sound of washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen on his body, which was close to the point of being finished, and the sound of the collision of the tinkling plates and chopsticks was getting weaker and weaker, and Zhang Changgong guessed that the cleaning of his good granddaughter was about to end.

"I don't know, it's not low!" Ye Fan stretched out his finger and gently tapped it on the table, looking pensive and thoughtful, Ye Fan really didn't know how much his strength had improved after he cleaned up the virus in the Zhuxian World.

For Ye Fan, what he can obviously feel now is that he can séance, that is, he can leave his thoughts in one place, similar to the time when the woman in red turned into a shape and had a dialogue, and the time when he helped director Chen Lanfang with the ghost building.

These abilities were not possessed by Ye Fan before.

"Da Da Da ......"

Zhang Changgong's ears sounded the sound of Ye Fan's horse's hooves knocking on the table, and his respectfully bent body slowly became 45 degrees, he raised his gaze, looked at Ye Fan's finger, and said.

"Senior, you might as well let go of your hidden cultivation and let me feel your strength in this small way." Zhang Changgong said respectfully, his voice was full of anticipation, and he looked at Ye Fan who was thinking with the rest of his eyes.

"Oh." Ye Fan, who was banging on the table, stopped the sound of horses' hooves on his fingers, turned his head to look at the respectful Zhang Longbow, and responded softly.

Ye Fan's words fell, and the entire space on the second floor was filled with the terrifying coercion of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods in an instant, and this coercion directly pulled out the surrounding air and squeezed out the space outside.

"Whoa!" There was a sound of knees hitting the ground.

I saw that Zhang Longbow, who was still respectfully bowing to Ye Fan at 90 degrees, was lying on his stomach with weak feet

Fell to the ground, like a fallen old man in a sixtieth birthday,

The coercion of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods came and went quickly, and the entire second floor once again returned to normal.

"Senior, your cultivation is ......" Zhang Longbow was frightened, and looked at the young man sitting in the chair in horror!

Zhang Longbow's solemn gaze stared at Ye Fan fiercely, the old body was constantly trembling, the unparalleled coercion of this room full of people made a Kunlun golden immortal like a lonely boat in the stormy sea! At any moment, the ship could be shipwrecked in the ocean because of this violent breath.

What kind of coercion is this human outburst from!

This is obviously the power of the thunder of heaven and earth!

In other words, there is more than one person who is under Ye Fan's coercion.

There is also a little blue bird lying down and also shot, a white-bodied demon beast!

"Wow! Pump! …… Bifurcation! The little blue bird in the pet room also fell straight to the ground from the air at this moment, a pair of fluttering wings have been stiffened in an instant, as if countless anesthetics have been injected in an instant, its green little mung bean eyes have turned white, and a pair of dead fish eyes have replaced its green eyes.

Soon, Grandpa Ye Fan's call came from inside the pet room, and he anxiously shouted one after another for the little blue bird who had fainted.

"Little Blue Bird, don't foam, hey, don't scare me!" The grandfather in the pet room hurriedly put down the small bowl in his hand, and quickly picked up the little blue bird that fell to the ground and had his feet facing the sky, constantly shaking the foaming pet with his palm, calling anxiously.

"Are you choking on the rice balls?" Ye Fan's grandfather used his thumb like a big hand to massage the back, grinding the little blue bird's short throat over and over again, and from time to time introducing water into the little blue bird's unconscious beak.

At the dining table.

Zhang Changgong lay on the ground on his stomach, glanced at Ye Fan's white casual shoes with the rest of his eyes, and then looked hard in the direction of the kitchen.

Seeing that Chu Lingfei was not affected in the slightest, she reached out and tightened the faucet with running water, wiped her wet hands on the clean brown handkerchief (rag), and then turned around, holding the handkerchief and preparing to walk towards the dining table.

However, after Chu Lingfei turned around, what she saw was that her second grandfather was already lying on the ground, like a drowning old man.

"Second grandfather, second grandfather, what's wrong with you?" Chu Lingfei rushed to the second grandfather with red eyes, knelt beside the second grandfather with red eyes, put down the wet brown handkerchief (rag) in his hand, helped the second grandfather who fell to the ground, and said in a snorted voice.

"Ye Fan, why don't you help my second grandfather up, why are you like this! I still regard you as a friend, and you are unwilling to help my grandfather get up! Chu Lingfei had a pair of curved willow eyebrows, her frowns and squeezed together, her pure and translucent eyes were full of anger at Ye Fan at this time.

Chu Lingfei was very angry, clenched her fists angrily, and was ready to beat up the guy who was still sitting indifferently on the chair!

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Sorry ha, the little tree ran to play, and it's only been updated now

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