Under the plane tree.

Lin Fan looked around, and the thatched houses were scattered.

The closer he got to the thatched hut with the trunk of the tree, the more dazzling the light became, proving that the people living inside were becoming more powerful.

As for the thatched hut in front of him, it was only in the middle, proving that this person was not really powerful among the hermit masters.

"Feng Jiutian, you can try it."

Lin Fan said softly, "Although I am not very cold to you, I will not harm you."

"It won't do me any good to kill you."

Hear the words.

Feng Jiutian hesitated for a moment, she saw that Lin Fan had made a serious oath that if something really happened to her, not only the clan elders would take action, but even some hidden masters who might be familiar with her father would not stand idly by.

In that case, she could have taken a risk.

As for what she said earlier, the inheritance that Lin Fan said earlier could only be given to the granddaughter of the old village chief, and she didn't care at all.

As long as she gets the inheritance, she wants to see the content of the inheritance, and it is not an easy thing.

"Hopefully it'll be fine."

Feng Jiutian asked someone to bring a shovel, came to the front of the vegetable garden, and began to dig.

It didn't take her time to do it.

A terrible breath came from the thatched hut.

The wooden door opened automatically, and a white-bearded old man walked out of the door angrily, staring at Feng Jiutian in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's miserable, I really can't dig the vegetable garden!"

"Brother Lin lied, didn't he say that there was no problem?"

"Feng Jiutian, stop quickly and apologize to the master."

"Hmph, Lin Fan will definitely be arrested later, Lin Fan has bad intentions, this is trying to kill our next village chief!"

The clan elders were panicked, they didn't expect that as soon as Feng Jiutian started digging, the people in the thatched hut would wake up.

[Ragdoll Cat: Master Lin deliberately deceived Feng Jiutian into doing it? ] 】

[minus 90 degrees: The momentum of this white-bearded old man is so terrifying, even through the screen, I feel a trace of fear in my heart inexplicably. 】

[Peace should make a lot of money: Is this a person who practices martial arts, I didn't believe that people have momentum or anything like that before, but now I believe in it. 】

[Boss Xiu: When I saw the white-bearded old man, it seemed that I had become small in front of him. 】

Feng Jiutian swallowed her saliva, her cultivation was not low, but she knew her strength, and in front of the white-bearded old man in front of her, it was not enough to see at all.

At this time.

Old Huang stepped forward politely and said respectfully to the white-bearded old man, "Senior, I'm really sorry, we heard that the inheritance of the old village chief is buried in your vegetable garden, so we will start digging your vegetable garden."

The white-bearded old man glanced at Huang Lao coldly, and immediately made Huang Lao fall into the ice cellar.

He didn't reply, but walked straight to Feng Jiutian and looked Feng Jiutian up and down.

"Feng Jiutian, he is indeed a person in the line of the village chief, it seems that the old village chief is dead."

The white-bearded old man showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and he smiled faintly, "I have an agreement with your father that as long as the descendants of the village chief's lineage come here, they can dig up my vegetable garden."

"I wonder if the old village chief told you these things?"

Hear this.

Feng Jiutian's heartbeat slowed down, and she hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, my father died too suddenly, and he didn't leave anything behind."

Didn't leave a prompt?

The white-bearded old man looked surprised, if the old village chief didn't leave any hints, how could Feng Jiutian know where the inheritance was.

He frowned, and said in an unkind tone: "Little doll, are you a fool to me, if the old village chief didn't say anything, how do you know that the inheritance is here, and how do you know that except for the descendants of the old village chief, no one can touch my vegetable garden?"

"If someone else had touched my garden, he would be dead by now."

A powerful coercion fell on Feng Jiutian's body.

Feng Jiu

Tian's face was flustered, and he immediately pointed at Lin Fan and explained, "It's him, everything is what he said."

"He was a fortune teller, and he calculated that my father had planted an inheritance in the vegetable garden, and that only I could dig up the vegetable garden and come up with the inheritance."

One after another, eyes fell on Lin Fan's body in an instant.

Lin Fan faced the white-bearded old man's gaze, but he didn't panic at all, but said indifferently: "You made a bet with the old village chief, and after you lost, you promised to let the old village chief dispose of the vegetable garden, so the old village chief buried the inheritance under the vegetable garden."

"Now we haven't touched the vegetable garden, only Feng Jiutian has touched the vegetable garden, so you can't blame anyone."

[Ragdoll Cat: Master Lin Cowhide, this white-bearded old man must be a very powerful practitioner, even Feng Jiutian and the clan elders showed a look of fear and fear towards him. 】

[Su Nian:, Master Lin's body looks very thin, and he definitely can't beat this white-bearded old man. 】

[Boss Xiu: I'm afraid of being less strong, even if this white-bearded old man is a practitioner, at such an old age, I'm afraid he doesn't have much strength. 】

[Beaulong: Ahem, you guys are really... Forget it, let's not talk about it. 】

Unlike other sailors, Panlong could see that the white-bearded old man was a cultivator, and the cultivator was often older and stronger.

Even people who are not very talented, as long as they can live for a long time, they can often cultivate to a very high level.

"You've got some skills."

The white-bearded old man didn't expect Lin Fan to be able to figure out what he had bet with the old village chief.

No one else knew about this except the old village chief and himself.

He asked curiously, "Are you from Phoenix Village?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said with a slight smile, "I just arrived in Phoenix Village yesterday, and I came here to help bury the old village chief normally."

Normal burial?

The white-bearded old man frowned, and after asking, he knew what had happened to the old village chief.

He has been in retreat, and he doesn't even know about the death of the old village chief.

"I see."

The white-bearded old man muttered, "No wonder he came to me for a drink a month ago, it turns out that he was planning to die."

"The canopy of the sycamore tree, for thousands of years, as long as the person who goes up, basically can't survive."

He felt a pity, in his opinion, the old village chief was a rather talented cultivator, and if he continued to cultivate normally, instead of looking for a shortcut, he would at least be able to live for a few decades.

Even within twenty or thirty years, if you are lucky enough to break through to the foundation building period, maybe it will not be a problem to live for another two hundred years.

"Boy, you're a bit of a skill."

The white-bearded old man looked Lin Fan up and down, he patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, and said, "You can not only calculate the life of the old village chief, but also some of my information, which is really amazing."

"The higher the cultivation, the more protected you will often be protected by the Heavenly Machine, and your strength should not be weak, right?"

His right hand stopped on Lin Fan's shoulder and pinched Lin Fan's shoulder bone hard.