Jian Ruochen sneered: "I have protective jade talismans and talismans, why don't you use them? It was you who came to provoke me, do you want me to restrain my hands and let you do whatever you want? There is no such good thing as falling pie from the sky." ”

The three Qi cultivators were all stunned, they followed the third prince, that was with Uncle Zhuji, not to mention that the third prince also had a father who was the hall master, but what was it to follow Jian Ruochen as a servant?

No one thought that, subconsciously, they already thought that they were bound to lose.

"Don't you dare?" Jian Ruochen gently patted the talisman in his hand, "Since you don't dare, let it go." ”

Fan Angui bit his lower lip lightly, his snow-white teeth bit on his bright red lips, together with his squinted eyes, which made the whole person feel evil, rarely, he didn't say anything more, and watched Jian Ruochen brush his sleeves away.

Being disturbed by the third prince like this, Jian Ruochen had no interest at all, and went directly back to the outer door residence.

has a sullen stomach, but there is no place to vent at all, this Fan Angui is simply a scoundrel, a complete scoundrel, how can Fan Changli tolerate such a son being rampant and domineering in the sect?

But after thinking about it carefully, Jian Ruochen frowned slightly, these three sons did not do anything to her from beginning to end, and only the word "waiter" in the words was not very elegant, and from the point of view of style, the scoundrel was a scoundrel, but it did not cause her any substantial harm.

Jian Ruochen often forgets that she is a woman, and always looks at problems from the perspective of a decision-maker, and when she thinks of the doubts in the third son's style, she puts herself in the perspective of a third party.

Once she calmed down, Jian Ruochen found the problem, the third son's style was more like checking her details, and it seemed that he had no intention, and he also pointed out a few words to her and those followers.

There is probably a preconceived idea, and then there is Fan Angui's deliberate style.

Jian Ruochen thought for a while and shook her head, no matter what reputation Fan Angui played, for the time being, she could only back down.

Soon, Jian Ruochen left today's experience behind.

Fan Angui watched Jian Ruochen leave, looked at the frustrated monk who was still holding the almost invalid flying sword, pursed his lips, took out a flying sword from the storage bag and threw it over, "You see that you are not as good as others, right?

Zheng Yaohui happily took the flying sword thrown by Fan Angui and said, "Thank you, Third Prince." ”

Wang Liang's envious eyes fell on Zheng Yaohui's body with the flying sword, but he said: "Our vision is naturally not as good as the third son." ”

Fan Angui's face was not good-looking when he got this compliment, and he snorted: "A female cultivator who cultivates the eighth level of qi can stop you, you don't even dare to ask what will happen if she loses - don't tell me that I didn't think of it, and I was already afraid before I made a move." ”

Wang Liang said unconvinced: "I know that we will fail, why should we respond, how can we also practice the ninth layer of qi, if we really lose, can it be that we have really been a servant for her for a lifetime?"

Fan Angui was amused by Wang Liang's words, and looked at them with disdain: "Just you, still want to be a servant, you can be Miss Jian's servant, and they are all promoted by others." ”

Saying that, he stretched out his finger and pointed at them: "Are you stupid? I don't know how many spirit stones she has in her hand, and the three protective jade talismans are used up so silently, she frowned? ”

Then he snorted heavily: "Why did I pick a few of you?"

The four of them were stunned by Fan Angui's words, and Liu Hua shouted, "Third Prince, are you going to give us to that Miss Jian?"

Fan Angui's eyes widened and said, "How come? I'm next to me, can I just watch you lose?" I'm really angry." ”

Zheng Yaohui received the flying sword into the storage bag, and interjected: "Third Prince, we monks are still competing for spiritual power, and Miss Jian would rather consume jade talismans and talismans than use spiritual power, does she want to hide something?"

Fan Angui nodded and said, "Finally, there is a smart one-go back and think about it." ”

Fan Angui threw down his followers and returned directly to the inner door, from the moment he entered the inner door, he put away his cynical profligacy, and looked like a well-behaved inner disciple, but those eyes really didn't match his serious expression.

He walked straight towards the Refining Instrument Hall, and when he met a few female disciples of the inner gate, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became lively and lively, and there was no superfluous movement and language, he just pursed his lips and whistled, and he looked like a scoundrel.

Xu is expression he has done a lot, and he has been seen too much, under his flirtatious gaze, several female disciples left in a hurry, Fan Angui swayed into the refining hall, found his father's refining room familiarly, looked at the prohibition on the door, and stretched out his finger.

The prohibition silently rippled out of the water, and he stepped inside, the water ripples disappeared, and the prohibition resealed the refining room.

"Father. Fan Angui, who entered the refining room, suddenly seemed to be a different person, the slackness and scoundrel complexion between his eyebrows and eyes all disappeared, and the hair hanging down from the bun added a dangerous aura to him, and he was indeed a little angry, looking at the master of the refining hall sitting on the futon.

"I'm back, how's that?" Fan Changli turned a blind eye to Fan Angui's anger, or rather, because he had seen too much and didn't care.

"Father, is it glorious for your son to be a scoundrel, molesting women, bullying the weak?" Fan Angui said angrily.

"I didn't overdo it. Fan Changli frowned, "I've told you many times, it's not that you don't understand why." Why, a little female cultivator in the Qi cultivation period can't stand it?"

Fan Angui's eyes seemed to appear again Jian Ruochen's mocking and cold gaze, he took a deep breath and calmed down his irritable mood, "There are many ways to tempt, father, if you continue like this, your son may really become a waste that can't be supported by mud." ”

Fan Changli snorted and said, "My Fan Changli's son can never be a waste, you know, I know it." After so many years, you have become accustomed to it and adapted to it, but a Miss Jian stimulated you, and let you out of the customs early, so you have to wait until now. ”

Fan Angui sneered at each other: "My father is a monk who is a monk, isn't there no way to take her the same?

"Don't tell me you don't see her potential, don't wait until she's full-fledged and regret it. Fan Changgui said.

Fan Angui was unexpectedly silent for a while, lifted the back of his robe, and sat cross-legged opposite Fan Changli.