Wang Fan turned his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Senior, long time no see!"

Hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with a gleam, and after a while, a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes and said, "Huafan, you really succeeded in Huafan!"

Wang Fan smiled slightly, picked up the wine jug, poured two glasses of wine for the two, and did not speak.

The old man took the wine glass, and after drinking it all in one gulp, he sighed and said: "You are good, the old man has practiced for so many years, and there are very few monks who have broken through the transformation of the gods, and the first one has completed the transformation in only nine years, but you are the first person I have ever seen." ”

Seeing Wang Fan's expression as usual, the look of approval in the old man's eyes became even stronger, and he said in a deep voice: "If you can comprehend your own Dao and turn into a god, I dare to guarantee that you will definitely turn into a god within a hundred years." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan's expression remained unmoved, took a sip of wine, and said: "The seniors praised it falsely, but he is just an ordinary monk, and he can't afford to be praised by his predecessors like this." ”

"Hehe, not bad, not bad. Boy, do you want to comprehend your own Dao as soon as possible, so as to achieve the transformation of God?" Suddenly, the old man leaned back and said slowly.

Wang Fan raised his eyebrows, and then began to say: "Senior, I don't know what price I need to pay?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he said solemnly: "Hehe, boy, there must be a price, that is, you have to promise me one thing, as for what this matter is, you don't need to know now, and your strength is not enough, I will look for you when the time comes." How?"

Hearing this, Wang Fan frowned slightly, groaned slightly, and turned to leave, but did not give an answer.

Just kidding, it's these routines again, he doesn't know how much he's seen, and his nerves are almost numb.

Besides, he still has the old monster Ronan on his body, but he is not bad at all in terms of spiritual guidance.

Seeing that Wang Fan did not agree to his conditions and turned to leave, the old man had doubts in his heart and said loudly: "What's your name?"

Wang Fan's footsteps paused slightly, and then a voice came: "Wang Fan!"

got Wang Fan's name, and after thinking about it in his heart for a while, the old man wrote down the name.

Then he ignored it, and seemed to forget the conversation with Wang Fan just now, and instead watched the play seriously.

While drinking, singing and singing those plays, he got rid of a drama spirit, and later, the people around him seemed to get used to this person, but they didn't bother people anymore.

Walking out of the inn, the king put on his fur hat and wrapped himself in his clothes, and walked slowly towards his shop.

He was quiet along the way, but in Wang Fan's mind, there was another voice.

"Boy, be careful, this guy is not our Terran cultivator, but the exercises he practices are the Zhen Sect exercises of my Vermilion Bird Sect, which is not right!"

"Oh... How do you say this?" Hearing this, Wang Fan was aroused, and immediately asked.

"I can't say this clearly, but you should be careful with him, as for your comprehension of the Dao, this matter will be left to me, and I will tell you in the evening. ”

......

Along the way, Wang Fan walked slowly on the road, but he met an acquaintance, that is, Wu Rong.

The moment Wu Rong saw Wang Fan, his face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, after all, he really didn't do it authentically at the beginning.

Although he didn't understand why the Eighth Prince did that, as his staff, no matter what, he should support Lin Wuwei's decision.

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to make a normal face, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen Shopkeeper Wang for a long time, the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, you must pay attention to your body!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, and said with a calm expression: "Thank you Brother Wu for your kindness, but I don't know that Brother Wu is in such a hurry, where is this going?"

"Hey, it's not that a relative of my wife's family committed something and was arrested and put in prison. ”

"No, my house is away from that man who told me to go and get people......" He couldn't stop the glint in his eyes as he said that.

Seeing this, Wang Fan knew that he must not be telling the truth, but he was not interested in delving into what was going on with him.

Of course, except for the Eighth Prince Lin Wuwei and the mysterious person behind him, he was very interested, after all, that person had calculated himself at the beginning, how could he not retaliate back, then it was not him Wang Fan.

After a short conversation, Wang Fan returned to his shop, and when he passed by Zeng's wine flag, he took a pot of fruit wine as usual and returned to his shop.

I took out my key, opened the door, and walked inside.

However, when he stepped into the house with his front feet, a voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, this is the place where you turned mortal!"

Just hearing the voice, Wang Fan knew that it was the mysterious old man.

Wang Fan, who had just walked into the store, turned his head, showed a wry smile on his face, and said, "Senior, why are you ......?"

"Why, don't you welcome me?" the old man asked rhetorically, snorting.

As he spoke, he walked into Wang Fan's room and looked at the scrolls on the walls around him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Snow devil spiders, reckless clams, heartkiller ants...... You're a very good kid, you actually moved almost all the demon beasts of the entire Chaos Sea!" the old man's gaze moved slightly, and finally stopped at a box next to him.

With a wave of his right hand, all the scrolls inside flew out, all of which were half-finished works of Wang Fan's paintings.

When the old man saw these half-finished paintings, his pupils shrank suddenly, he took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I really underestimate you, it's very good, I'm more and more optimistic about you!"

"Now that I've changed my mind, if I help you realize your own meaning as soon as possible, you only need to help me do one thing, and that is to use me in your paintings, how about it?"

Hearing this, Wang Fan's expression moved slightly, if it was really as he said, then he might not be able to agree to this matter, but with his current strength, he couldn't even draw a god stage monk or even a demon beast, let alone this unfathomable old guy with unfathomable cultivation.

Just as he was thinking about it, the old man saw Wang Fan's thoughts, and said: "Boy, I don't want you to draw it now, wait until your strength is enough, and then talk about it!"

Hearing this, a big stone in Wang Fan's heart fell to the ground, and he nodded without hesitation.

Maybe this guy is really not a Terran monk as Ronan said, but in this cultivation realm where the weak eat the strong, what is the difference between humans and demons?

Only strength is the most important, and Wang Fan thinks so.