Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran both turned around, and saw that the person speaking was a young man in Chinese clothes. His realm was at the level of the Great Supreme. His starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, his gestures and gestures all carried an awe-inspiring domineering air, and his demeanor was heart-breaking.
Behind the young man in colorful clothes were two old slaves and a middle-aged man. The old slave was tall and thin, but his body contained extremely pure fluctuations of true energy, which overflowed from the top of his head and seemed to be bombarding the void.
Lu Fan felt a little surprised. The realm of these two old slaves had actually reached the divine realm, and they were both in the early and middle stages. They also had treasure lights flashing on their bodies. They obviously carried the best magic weapons and had strong fighting power.
"Who are you?"
Dongfang Yanran frowned and spoke softly.
She could feel the terrifying strength of the other party. The level of a young man was no less than that of her father.
Not to mention the two old slaves beside him who couldn't understand their realm at all.
"Haha, this beauty, Zifu, the third young master of Qingfu Fairyland, is very polite."
The young man held a folded paper fan in his hand, and gave a slight salute to Dongfang Yanran.
"Qingfu Wonderland?"
Dongfang Yanran didn't react immediately, but Gu Wu's status as the eldest lady in the world still allowed her to deal with it calmly: "Hello, does Mr. Zifu have anything to do with me?"
Zifu smiled softly: "It's nothing, I just saw such a beautiful Taoist fellow walking on the street late at night. Do you feel unhappy? I came here to disturb you. I want to invite you to have a drink with me and talk about this endless world.
The night..."
While he was talking, he waved his folding fan, looking like a well-mannered scholar, harmless to humans and animals.
Strike up a conversation...
Dongfang Yanran took a deep breath. No one knew better than her what it was like to be hit on.
I just didn't expect that the monks in this world would actually like to do this.
Normally, she would have rejected him coldly, or even slapped him in the face a few times.
But the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, so she could only hold back and say: "No, I have something else to do, another day."
