Han Fan ran for a long distance before stopping, estimating that the city lord should not go to great lengths to chase and kill himself for these hundred medium-grade spirit stones.

Indeed, the city lord returned to the house with his daughter, during which he kept sighing and patting his daughter on the shoulder again and again.

"Father, that's it?" Song Yuxi's mood at this time was extremely complicated, just like the water of the Yellow River.

For the first time in her life, she was played so miserably, Han Fan is a person, she will remember it for a lifetime, and she will hate it for a lifetime.

If there is a depth of hatred, then the hatred for Han Fan is the kind that can't even forget to do three bowls of Meng Po soup in the underworld.

But it's strange to say that he obviously has a strong hatred for Han Fan, but he doesn't want to put the other party to death in his heart. I just want to teach this shameless man a hard lesson, preferably the one with a big mouth for a day and a night.

"You can also see his speed just now, even if my father really chases, he may not be able to catch up. The city lord's mood was just as complicated.

Although Han Fan did lie, the heroic righteousness in his body could not be faked, and he already had this kind of strength at a young age, and he knew with his knees that he either had a lot of support behind him, or his parents were not small, or he had a very powerful master.

No matter how you analyze it, Han Fan can't be the kind of little person with no background, to say that he has cultivated to this level only by himself, it is completely a fool's dream.

Unless, this kid has a special opportunity to get the entire inheritance of a certain deceased master.

Thinking of this, the city lord couldn't help but be moved, but thinking of the speed at which Han Fan left, it wasn't him who blew it, he really couldn't catch up.

Even if he uses the secret method to catch up with Han Fan, how can he be sure that the other party has no means to save his life.

If you really want to get the inheritance of a certain master, how can you not have the means to save your life.

Thinking like this, the city lord's originally restless heart gradually calmed down.

"So that's it?"

The city lord couldn't help but sigh when he looked at his daughter's almost demonic appearance.

It's all my father's fault, and I have to get you some kind of martial arts competition.

The city lord didn't know how to comfort his daughter, so he simply remained silent.

"That's it?" Song Yuxi said to himself with his eyes out of focus.

Han Fan, who was far away for an unknown number of miles, sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Harm, there are always people talking about me, being too handsome is really a kind of annoyance. ”

The next thing is to find his family, Han Fan has no ability to divination, and he is really smeared about finding someone.

However, he was not in a hurry, and even said that it didn't matter if he could find it or not, the two bodyguards of the Eight Realms, he himself did not have this treatment. There are too few people in the entire Vertical Domain who can threaten them.

He knew that Gegra had made other arrangements to send him back, and that finding and protecting his parents was nothing more than a pretext.

The same is true when he went to the underworld, for only one reason, that is, to express his stance and express his refuge in the underworld and dissociate himself from Confucianism.

Now that everyone, including Confucianism, thinks so, then there is no point in continuing to leave Han Fan in the underworld, and as for sending it back at this time, Han Fan is 100% bet: Gegra still has something to tell him.

As for the reason, either he was too lazy to say it, or he just forgot, and the latter is more likely.

......

A week later, Han Fan appeared in Nancheng, which is the main city of Nanzhou and the most prosperous place in Nanzhou.

"If there are no accidents, this time I should come back for the truce contract between the human race and the demon race that is about to expire. Han Fan sat in front of a small stall waiting for his noodles, muttering to himself.

"It's just this kind of big matter involving two domains, how much can a small person like me play, what is the purpose of the master asking me to come back?" Han Fan thought about it, well, he couldn't figure it out, so he left it behind.

Although the overall strength of Nanzhou is inferior, the food here is a must in all five continents.

In the future, I will come here to care for the elderly, sleep and eat every day, eat and sleep, and sit and wait for death when I am full and unable to sleep, and I feel a little excited when I think about it.

"Eh, no, why do I have the idea of retirement, shouldn't it be to attain immortality?" Han Fan reacted, and this thought startled him.

But with the spicy noodle entrance, what is immortal and not immortal is also left behind.

"Childe looked at Miansheng, he shouldn't be from Nanzhou. The owner of the stall was busy with the business in his hand and talked to Han Fan.

"Well, I'm from Middle-earth. Han Fan said casually.

"Sure enough, Nanzhou has not been peaceful recently, the city lord has asked Zhongzhou for help, and recently there have been many people from Zhongzhou in the city, from all religions and sects. ”

Only then did Han Fan look up at the middle-aged uncle who was setting up a stall, and felt that he had no cultivation at all, unless he was a cultivator of the Eighth Realm or above, it was impossible to hide it from himself.

"The boss is very concerned about the monk's affairs. Han Fan took a sip and tried it.

"They came with a swagger, with arrogance on their faces, and even spoke how about you Nanzhou, but they were generous, and the businessmen on the street knew it. The uncle replied.

"I see. Han Fan pinched his chin and pondered.

"It seems that the boss is suggesting that I can't be stingy when checking out. ”

"Hahahaha. The middle-aged uncle laughed loudly, not at all as cautious and submissive as ordinary people should be when they meet a monk.

Han Fan sighed, slowed down, and continued to suck when the heat in his mouth subsided.

The boss is a master, Han Fan has already come to a conclusion.

Although Han Fan could restrain the coercion of his aura, the monk had already broken through the limit of ordinary people in the process of cultivation, even if he did not leak the slightest breath, ordinary people faced a monk at close range, and the suppression brought by the different levels of life still existed.

And the boss talks and laughs with him without pressure, which is one of them.

The second is Han Fan's personal feeling that he has spent some time with the shadow in the underworld, and he has seen all the powers of the nine realms in the vertical and horizontal domain.

There is always an indescribable temperament in those masters, and Han Fan can vaguely feel the existence of this temperament, without him, he has seen a lot.

Uncle should be a hermit of the Eight Realms, as for the Nine Realms is unlikely, he has seen all the Nine Realms in the vertical and horizontal domains, and he is the right number.

In Nanzhou, the monks of the Eight Realms are the heavens.

As for why the uncle chose to open a small stall and pretend to be an ordinary person, what is the purpose, Han Fan doesn't care, he can't care about this kind of thing.

After eating the noodles, Han Fan left a medium-grade spirit stone and left slowly.

The boss wanted to stop Han Fan, but then he thought of something, smiled, and put away the spirit stone.

He guessed that Han Fan had already seen his clues, so he thought that this medium-grade spirit stone was a bit flattering, and the boss felt that Han Fan was pleasing to the eye, so he accepted his spirit stone, and during his time in Nancheng, if Han Fan encountered any difficulties, he would help out.

Han Fan didn't know that his casual actions would cause such a misunderstanding, just for the sake of that joke, and when he was in a good mood, he gave it.