Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran both turned around, and saw that the person speaking was a young man in colorful 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 Guwu's status as the eldest lady in the world still allowed her to deal with it calmly: "Hello, may I ask if Mr. Zifu has 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. Are you in a bad mood? 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 to do, another day."
She said, grabbing Lu Fan's hand and leaving.
"When is the other day?"
Zifu suddenly stepped forward and blocked the way for the two of them. His eyes kept scanning Lu Fan: "This is... your Dao slave?"
When he saw that Lu Fan's zhenqi fluctuations were extremely weak and his clothes were shabby and not luxurious at all, he deliberately put him down to humiliate him.
"Don't talk nonsense..."
Dongfang Yanran's pretty face sank, and she was about to scold him.
Lu Fan smiled: "Zifu, right? Do you have anything to do with my lady?"
Seeing Lu Fan admitting on his own initiative, Zifu laughed: "It's nothing, I just think that you two are too low in cultivation and you don't look like you are here to participate in this Tianbang competition."
Tianbang competition?
Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran looked at each other and asked curiously: "Why doesn't it look like the law?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this fellow Taoist's cultivation level is at most just after he has realized the state of transformation into gods, right?"
"But as far as I know, those who participate in this Tianbang Competition are at the lowest level and are in the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm. They can enter the Divine Realm with one step."
"And what kind of monk like this doesn't have the help of top-notch magic weapons to help improve his combat effectiveness in battle."
His eyes glanced at Dongfang Yanran with disdain: "What do you have? It seems like you have nothing."
