Hong Qiye can be described as painstaking and lonely to Wang Yifan, when he was three years old, Wang Yifan began to carry out various medicinal baths step by step, and practiced some Wang family exercises such as the Purple Pole Divine Pupil Gong.

"Little Master, I'm going to Yunwu Mountain, this time it's estimated that it will take longer. There are a lot of things to prepare...... "Hong Qiye instructed Wang Yifan.

Wang Yifan took the hand of the seventh master with a worried look on his face: "Seventh master, it is said that Yunwu Mountain is very dangerous...... You have to be careful!"

Hong Qiye said with relief: "No way. It requires a lot of spirit grass and beast blood, which are all necessary for the cultivation of the little young master's medicinal bath!"

Although the little young master is a little lazy in cultivation and is really a little stubborn, he knows how to be considerate, which makes the seventh master very happy.

Reluctantly sent Hong Qiye away, Wang Yifan immediately called Huang Er and the others in high spirits as soon as he turned around, and went straight to Fang City.

It's suffocated Lao Tzu, it's been a long time since I've been out to play!

"Brother Fan, come on, come on!" the leper greeted Wang Yifan with a smile.

Wang Yifan stood still and looked at the leper viciously: "Hu leprosy, you still want to fucking deceive Lao Tzu?"

"Brother Fan, I really didn't lie to you, how dare you......? Alas, how can anyone walk by the river without getting their shoes wet? But ...... This time it's really good!" the bald head greeted him.

"Good things?" Wang Yifan squinted at his bald head, "What kind of rotten thing do you take to Meng Laozi?"

"Brother Fan, take a look!" The bald head glanced at Huang Er and the others, pulled Wang Yifan aside, took out a jade cigarette bottle, and said mysteriously, "This is a real baby!"

Wang Yifan took it in his hand and said casually: "Lao Tzu doesn't have this hobby......"

The bald head hurriedly said: "Brother Fan, don't dare to say that." This thing is amazing, down to ordinary people, up to Yongquan Realm cultivators, as soon as the green smoke comes out, they are all fascinated, and you can do whatever you want. ”

"Rub, why don't you say that you can charm the fairy?" Wang Yifan sneered.

"It's true! I've tried it, and it definitely works!" the bald head turned to shout in a loud voice, "Sharia—"

Not far away, Sharia was fiddling with a string of ice crystal spirit beast bracelets in front of a stall.

Sharia looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a light blue crop top, with her arms open, revealing her navy blue clothes, a pair of plump skirts that seemed to want to break free from the restraints and bloomed angrily;

Wang Yifan shook off his bald head and walked briskly towards Sha Liya. The bald head also walked over, with a faint smile on his face.

This little bastard is young, but he is very good and sexy, and his eyes light up when he meets a beautiful woman, and he is as excited as if he has been beaten with chicken blood.

"Yo ho, after deceiving Lao Tzu, you dare to get away here!" Wang Yifan's little dirty hand slapped Sha Liya's buttocks.

"You little ruffian, why did you think to come to see your sister? In a few days, my sister will enter the mountain again, and I won't be able to see it again!" Sha Liya held Wang Yifan's head with both hands and rubbed it on her chest for a while.

The little ruffian pressed to Sharia's chest like a drunken: "You want to go into the mountains again?"

"Isn't it?, it's such a hot day, it's annoying!" Sharia was distraught.

"Then don't go!" Wang Yifan's face rubbed against Sharia's chest.

"I'm as good as you, how can I live without going into the mountains?" sighed.

Sharia and the bald siblings joined the Free Mercenary Group, hunting spirit beasts, collecting spirit plants, and relying on the mountains to survive.

"Why are women so desperate? Find a good family to marry, eat and drink spicy food is serious!" the ruffian laughed.

Sha Liya ignored Wang Yifan's teasing, turned her head and continued to fiddle with the ice crystal spirit core bracelet.

"This thing...... You want to buy it?" the ruffian looked at Sharia.

"This thing comes from the Northern Plains Ice Sea, and it is processed from twelve first-grade ice spirit cores. Wearing it in this hot ghost weather can fully escape the heat and cool down and remove heat. The stall owner Lao Wu enthusiastically introduced.

Wang Yifan linked his hand to his hand, and a cool and comfortable feeling spread throughout his body.

It's really a nice thing, you can give the little witch a string!

"How many do you have?" asked the ruffian.

"There are only two strings!" Lao Wu said earnestly, "Each string only costs six hundred spirit stones." ”

"Fuck you! Bluff Lao Tzu can't count?" the ruffian scolded, "How dare you ask for six hundred spirit stones for such a shitty thing?"

Lao Wu was so anxious that he waved his hands: "You are going to kill me! No, no, no, no......"

Isn't this loser very easy to fool? Lao Wu muttered in his heart.

"Eight hundred, two strings! Dare to ask for more, Lao Tzu will cut off the stuff in your crotch and use it as a bubble!" the ruffian's eyes widened.

Lao Wu hesitated for a moment, and put on a painful look: "Young Master Fan, that is, you, I really can't sell others...... I'll put it up for you!"

Lao Wu took the bracelet in Wang Yifan's hand and packaged it together with another hanging bracelet.

"You old fox!" the ruffian scolded, "Sister Lia, one string for you, and the other for the little witch." ”

"You have a conscience!" said Sharia, with a bright and vivid smile on her face.

"Hey, Lao Wu, here you are, three hundred spirit stones. Bring the Ice Crystal Bracelet!" A small package flew down in front of the stall owner.

Yo ho, which blind person dares to snatch Lao Tzu's things? The ruffian looked up in shock.

I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with a proud face and a straight waist standing in front of him.

Lin Zimeng?

It turned out to be Lin Zimeng!

It's really a narrow road!

"Young Master Meng, this ......" Lao Wu opened his mouth, "Bracelet ......"

"Hurry up!" Lin Zimeng snorted coldly.

Lao Wu looked at Wang Yifan for help, and said in fear: "Young Master Fan, do you want to hang up......

Wang Yifan sneered: "Lao Tzu kicked your eggs to pieces! You don't have to fuck Lao Tzu, you still dare to have such thoughts, what are you to be Lao Tzu?" The ruffian raised his foot and kicked Lao Wu's stall over.

None of the two evil stars are easy to mess with, what have I done? The stall owner, Lao Wu, complained bitterly.

"Young Master Meng, these two bracelets were bought by Young Master Fan...... Lao Wu looked at Lin Zimeng as if asking for help.

"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you. I've told you a long time ago, bring it!" Lin Zimeng didn't talk nonsense, stepped forward, grabbed a bracelet with his hand, and wanted to leave.

Where did Wang Yifan receive such anger?

"Grass, what kind of one-headed garlic are you pretending? Lao Tzu's things, you say take it away?" Wang Yifan took a step forward and blocked Lin Zimeng's way.

"You?" Lin Zimeng glanced at Wang Yifan and said contemptuously, "It's just a matter of being the king and hegemonic in the children's pile, you dare to be rude to me?"

"You're a dick!" Wang Yifan squinted at Lin Zimeng defiantly, "Dare to rob Lao Tzu's things, you are tired of being crooked!"

Damn, who's not a scoundrel?

Who is Lin Zimeng, that is the star of hope in the Lin Mansion! The two of them have already had a bottom fire.

"A little gangster in the Tongmai Realm, it's really giving you face!" Lin Zimeng sneered, raising his hand to suppress it.

Wang Yifan was prepared, kicked his right leg, twisted his body, and pounced on the whole person.

The first strike is strong, and the last strike suffers!

Damn, the third layer of condensation is a fart, Lao Tzu leaned over, and still beat you with a blue nose and swollen eyes!

Since Wang Yifan was three years old, he was bathed by Hong Qiye with various herbs, animal blood, etc., according to the secret method of the Wang family, and his blood was extremely strong, although he was only nine years old, he looked like thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was mixed with those barbaric mercenaries who had white knives and red knives, and had already become hob meat, where was there a little awe for the low-level cultivators of condensation?

Lin Zimeng wanted to bluff Wang Yifan and make him retreat, but he never thought that this scoundrel-like thing in the market would pounce on him. The two men twisted together in the street and rolled on the ground.

Lin Zimeng was ashamed and angry, and tore hard. The dignified cultivators, at this time, they were reduced to shrews and scoundrels and beat each other! This made Lin Zimeng ashamed. Wang Yifan is like a fish in water, this is what he is best at playing before he has practiced qi.

"You're a fucking dick, and you dare to rob Lao Tzu's things, you're used to being poor!" Wang Yifan pushed his knee and hit Lin Zimeng's abdomen. Lin Zimeng screamed miserably and rolled off Wang Yifan's body.

Wang Yifan grabbed Lin Zimeng's neck, turned over, pressed on him, and smashed his fist towards his face: "Tell you to grab Lao Tzu's things! Call you awesome! Tell you to provoke Lao Tzu ......" Wang Yifan's fist fell like raindrops on Lin Zimeng's face.

"Save the young master!" Lin Zimeng's attendant roared, and seven or eight teenagers rushed up.

"Get started!" Although Wang Yifan's follower Huang Er's number is small, he is not to be outdone.

"Fight!" more than a dozen people fought in a ball, tumbling and rolling, very intense.

"Brother, get started!" Seeing that Wang Yifan and his entourage were submerged, Sha Liya shouted urgently.

"Sister, we can't afford to mess with any of us!" the bald head shook his head with a wry smile, "I'll report the news and find Miss Shiyi." ”

Bald head slipped!

"I'll go too!" the leper jumped up and chased after the bald head.

"Don't be angry!" Sha Liya got angry and looked around and shouted, "Brother Fan has always been interesting enough to us, come with me with a conscience!"

Sharia took out her whip and rushed forward, followed by five or six mercenaries behind her.

Lin Zimeng got the help of his entourage, got out of Wang Yifan's entanglement, and retreated a few meters, his face was flushed, and his face was so angry that his face was deformed.

Shame, shame! Isn't it a joke for a cultivator to be dragged and fought like a scoundrel, and spread the word?

Lin Zimeng roared angrily, pulled out his sword, and his spiritual power surged, winding around the sword body.

"Go!" With Lin Zimeng's sad and angry shout, the flying sword carried a ball of green qi and rushed towards Wang Yifan.

"Shameless!" Wang Yifan scolded, pulled out a saber more than three feet long from his waist, and bravely met the flying sword.

With a "clang", the swords clashed, Wang Yifan was shocked and took a few steps back, and then rushed forward again.

There's no way, if you don't rush to Lin Zimeng, you can be beaten half to death by Lin Zimeng. You have to get close to him!

Lin Zimeng sneered, pinched the seal in his hand, and his spiritual power surged again, and the flying sword slashed into the air again: "Let your bastard have a better memory!"