Su Fan also knew a little bit about the position of deacon in Luo City. He only managed the mortal activities of a city. The cattle of Widow Liu's family in Dongcheng were taken away by someone and they were not returned. The wife of Shopkeeper Zhao's family on West Street eloped with his clerk.
Already.
But Su Fan was also happy. It was much easier to live in peace and quiet than to plot against each other. Su Fan was not a competitive person to begin with.
Although the county capital of Luoxian City is the head of a county and controls the power and military strength of a county, its structure is similar to that of Luo City, so Su Fan quickly found it.
The gate of the county capital is so grand that it can be compared with the red one, and the purple one looks like a thatched house compared with it.
Outside the gate stood two black-armored soldiers guarding the gate, holding black spears in their hands in a majestic manner.
Su Fanlue estimated that these two people actually had the cultivation level of the early stage of the Golden elixir, but for some inexplicable reason, they seemed to be much stronger than the ordinary early stage of the Golden elixir.
Su Fan ignored these two people and strode towards the door of the mansion alone. The two black-armored soldiers did not say anything and allowed Su Fan to enter.
Inside is another world. There is an old man sitting in a small pavilion. The old man is dressed in yellow. He must be an elder of some seniority in the yellow family.
The old man always had his eyes closed and his head tilted back, as if he was meditating on something.
Su Fan had no intention of making friends with these people, so he walked through the path in front of the pavilion and walked deeper.
When Su Fan was about to pass the pavilion, the old man in yellow opened his eyes, raised his head and said, "Who is it?"
Su Fan smiled, turned around and clasped his fists and said, "Junior Su Fan, by order of the master's sect, is here to serve as a deacon."
The old man in yellow looked at Su Fan's whole body, and then said: "So there are no rules, which faction does he belong to?"
Su Fan looked slightly angry and said, "Purple type."
It could be seen from the expression of the old man in yellow that he had obviously known the answer for a long time, but he asked again: "The purple sect has not accepted a disciple for many years, are you pretending to be one?"
Su Fan turned around, stared at the old man coldly, and said, "Senior, do you want me to prove it to you?"
For some reason, the old man in yellow felt a little bad, even panicked, in his heart. This was something he had never felt before even when he experienced Ziyun.
This is murderous aura, a unique aura that can only be obtained after killing countless people, a bloody aura.
The old man trembled slightly and shouted: "Proof?...Then I really want you to prove it today." The words were loud. The two were very close, so it would not be so loud. There was only a slight possibility that he wanted to cover up.
My fear is often very loud when I am afraid.
Su Fan immediately smiled and said: "Senior, don't be angry, I don't mean this."
The old man snorted coldly and said: "Since you can't prove it, get out of here and come back to me when your identity can be proven."
Su Fan said: "How to prove it?"
The old man smiled disdainfully and sneered: "I think you are, then you are."
Su Fan shook his head and said, "Senior, you don't believe it now?"
The old man did not answer Su Fan's words, but sat back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Su Fan glanced at the old man coldly and already had a plan in mind. If you always give in, others will think you are easy to bully. You should still use your power to overpower others when necessary.
Since the name Su Fan is not enough and the purple disciples are not enough, there is only one way left: to make the other party fear you and put his life in danger.
Su Fan swept through with his spiritual thoughts and found out that the old man's cultivation had reached the peak of the late Jindan stage. There was only one chance left before he could become a baby. If he had it, he would immediately become a master of the Nascent Soul stage.
This person is even more difficult to deal with than Hong Yuan. His cultivation level is just a bit higher than Hong Yuan's. In addition, he has profound experience, so he must have very strong magic weapons and techniques.
Su Fan made a decision in his heart and quickly killed it with his hands. When the old man didn't notice Su Fan's movement, the purple mist had already condensed in front of Su Fan.
The old man seemed to have a feeling, stood up suddenly, and murmured: "It turned out to be a dry purple celestial phenomenon."
Before the old man could fight back, the half finger from the purple mist quietly came out and pointed directly at the old man.
Immediately, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, his cultivation and knowledge were extraordinary, so he quickly dodged the first blow with his finger, but the second blow had already come.
The old man hurriedly shouted while dodging: "You can enter."
Su Fan sneered and said, "Senior, you have clearly verified your identity."
The old man was a little angry, but half of his fingers flashing with murderous intent appeared in front of him, and he could only say: "After checking clearly, you can enter."
Su Fan sneered and said, "Thank you very much, senior." After that, Su Fan waved his hand, all the purple mist dissipated, and his fingers disappeared.
The old man stared coldly at the place where Su Fan disappeared. Perhaps he was still stunned by Su Fan's finger, or he was reflecting on his own ignorant behavior.
After a long time, a red shadow came from nowhere outside the pavilion, carrying a graceful silhouette.
The old man seemed a little slow. After a long time, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "My lord, my subordinates are incompetent, so I didn't keep him."
The woman said without a trace of tone: "It doesn't matter, since he is here, there are still many opportunities."
The old man lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Lord Chief, my subordinates will definitely avenge the young master."
The woman pondered for a moment and then said: "His cultivation and combat prowess are acceptable, so it is normal for Hong Yuan to die in his hands."
When the old man was about to say something more, the woman seemed a little impatient and said, "Go and practice. I will arrange the rest."
After saying that, it turned into a red shadow and floated out of the pavilion again at some point, disappearing in front of the old man's eyes.
Su Fan kept walking along the only road. The roadside was densely covered with red flowers. Fortunately, there were no red clouds, so Su Fan could feel a little more relaxed.
But for a moment, a bamboo house appeared in front of me. Next to the bamboo house was a bamboo forest. The day before the bamboo forest, there was a stream, and a bamboo bridge was built over the stream.
Su Fan stepped lightly on the bamboo bridge and could see the reflections of fish swimming in the water floating around with the water waves.
Suddenly, he remembered the sound of a piano. Su Fan was startled and looked towards the elegant bamboo house where the sound came from.
Su Fan curiously walked into the bamboo house. The door was wide open and the interior was very elegant. It was covered with bamboo leaves and a bouquet of freshly picked purple flowers was placed on the exquisite Eight Immortals table with the early morning dew on it.
There is a red figure near the window in the northeast corner of the house. This is where the piano music comes from. The piano music is impassioned and impassioned, which is very different from this quiet environment.
But Su Fan still stood in the room and listened to the music silently until the end.
Under the sunlight, through the red gauze, you can see a graceful body wrapped under the gauze. Although her back was turned to Su Fan, Su Fan could guess that this woman must be very beautiful.
As the sound of the piano stopped, the woman said coldly: "Su Fan, this is the residence I arranged for you, but you are satisfied with it."
Su Fan clasped his fists, bowed respectfully, and said, "I like it very much, Your Majesty the Chief of the County."
The mother and son pondered for a moment, maybe a little surprised or a little surprised, and she said: "You are really smart."
Su Fan smiled lightly and said nothing because he didn't know what to say at the moment, at least nothing to say to this woman.
I've made it up for everyone, although it's a little late.