Xu Zhengdu looked at the cute little girl in front of him, her clear eyes were like a deer's, looking towards him.
He blinked and realized that Yun Yanchu was talking to him. He quickly stood up, nodded, and whispered, "Yeah."
"Hello, my name is Yun Yanchu. I am your senior sister~"
Yun Yanchu smiled softly, revealing his white and neat teeth, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with sunshine, bright and warm.
Xu Zhengdu was a little distracted looking at the smile. After a while, he came back to his senses and quickly shouted: "Hello, little senior sister."
Xu Zhengdu lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yun Yanchu.
For a moment, he felt that Yun Yanchu's eyes were very similar to the deceptive young eyes he saw last night.
But when I looked at it again, I felt different.
But last night, the man said that he was the fifth disciple of Huarong, but the person in front of him was clearly a woman...
Xu Zhengdu couldn't figure it out. When he raised his eyes and took a peek, he found Yun Yanchu blinking and staring at him.
Her cheeks were slightly red and she lowered her head again, wishing she could bury her head in the ground.
Looking at Xu Zhengdu who was completely different from the one on the top of the mountain last night, Yun Yanchu wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't break his character.
So after holding back my laughter for a while, I asked: "What's your name?"
"Xu Zhengdu."
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Xu Zhengdu became Qian Ming's registered disciple just as Yun Yanchu told him.
From the first day, he felt the huge difference in treatment between people.
When facing Yun Yanchu, everyone will smile kindly for her.
But when they are alone or when Yun Yanchu is not around, the gentle smiles on their faces will completely disappear.
It was as if that expression was just an illusion of others.
The day of the Immortal Sect Competition is getting closer and closer, and the neighboring sects, perhaps elders, peak masters, and even the heads are teaching their disciples.
As for Huarong and the others, they should go shopping and deal with private matters when they should.
There is no sign of attaching importance to the Immortal Competition at all.
The closer the Immortal Gate Competition gets, the more people gather in the inner city.
Not only the sects were present at the sect competition, but also the children of various aristocratic families participated in the first level of the Immortal Mansion test.
There are many princes and princes who are valuable in their own territory gathered in the city.
The entourage is a large team.
"Sir, the shop really has no room. Look, all these signs are empty."
In my ears, the voice of the shopkeeper explaining to others continued to reach the ears of Yun Yanchu and others.
The little mute obediently sat on the same stool as Yun Yanchu, while Xu Zhengdu sat opposite Yun Yanchu.
Wei Siyou and Mo Zhifan sat on either side of Yun Yanchu, like guardians on the left and right.
As for Hua Rong, Chu Wanjun, and Shen Nanzhou, they went to attend to private matters.
Wen Renqing saw that there were more and more people in the inner city and knew that he would easily encounter enemies, so he did not stay any longer.
Before leaving, Wen Renqing gave Yun Yanchu a copy of Heavenly Level Thunder Technique.
The skills are astonishing, and Wen Renqing was very generous when he made a move. When he left, Hua Rong looked at him with a little more admiration.
"I want you to drive everyone away, and I will pay double the rent they paid!"
An arrogant and domineering male voice sounded in the hall.
Yun Yanchu looked up and saw that the person speaking was dressed in rich clothes and accompanied by two beautiful maids.
"This... Young Master, there really is no reason for this small shop to do this..." the shopkeeper replied with a bitter look on his face.
Unexpectedly, a loud slap sounded in the next moment.
The shopkeeper was slapped and fell to the ground. Half of his face swelled instantly, and a trace of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, Yun Yanchu watched the shopkeeper fall to the ground, and couldn't help but tremble slightly. He turned around and looked at his senior brothers with a confused expression.
There was a faint smile on their faces.
Upon seeing this, Wei Siyou stood up and came behind Yun Yanchu, "Don't be afraid, little junior sister, your three senior brothers will take care of it."
After Wei Siyou said that, Mo Zhifan stood up and walked towards the shopkeeper.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined. Do you believe that this young master will demolish your shop?"
The man said viciously and raised his foot to give the shopkeeper a hard kick.
Unexpectedly, before he could take action, a figure appeared beside the shopkeeper.
The man paused slightly and watched as Mo Zhifan helped the shopkeeper up.
The shopkeeper was so dizzy from the slap, and the ringing in his ears made him grab the life-saving straw that helped him.
He has been running a shop in the inner city for decades, and this is the first time he has encountered such a domineering young man. There was no shortage of such people in the past years.
But he didn't dare to be bold enough to attack people in the inner city at will.
The shopkeeper grasped Mo Zhifan's hand tightly and said inarticulately: "Cut...down, find Hu Zengwei...Lai..." (Your Excellency, please ask the city guard)
Mo Zhifan couldn't understand what the shopkeeper was saying, and he didn't intend to try to understand.
He supported the shopkeeper and looked calmly at the young master in front of him.
Meeting Mo Zhifan's fearless gaze, the young master immediately shouted and threatened: "You brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or else I'll beat you up too!"
"Really? Give it a try?" Mo Zhifan sneered when he heard this, and his unabashed provocation immediately angered the other party.
"Fuck me! Beat me to death!" Young Master ordered angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of followers who entered the store with the young master rushed towards Mo Zhifan, waving their palms.
I saw Mo Zhifan pushing the shopkeeper towards one side of the table. The shopkeeper staggered back a few steps and plopped down on the chair. There was still a double image in front of his eyes.
Mo Zhifan faced him with a palm attack.
His body was slightly bowed, and he made a fist with his right hand and punched out violently, hitting one person in the chest.
The man groaned and was knocked into the air, then fell like a kite with a broken string and hit a wooden table.
Smash the wooden table directly!
Debris flew everywhere, and items on the table rolled to the ground.
Mo Zhifan took care of it at a nearby location, kicked off his left leg fiercely, and hit the heads of the attackers from both sides with both elbows.
Using the strength of the two of them, he jumped to the upper side and pressed hard against the vests of the other two with his palms.
The two palms with restrained power almost instantly penetrated the two of them, shattering their internal organs and causing them to vomit blood and fall to the ground.
Kill with one move!
Mo Zhifan walked towards the young master step by step.
Seeing Mo Zhifan killing people without blinking an eye, Young Master took a few steps back as if he was frightened.
But for some reason, he suddenly stopped and raised his eyes slightly.
A figure appeared behind Mo Zhifan at some point, holding a spiritual blade in his hand, and stabbed straight into his neck!
The shopkeeper saw this scene clearly in front of his eyes, and immediately exclaimed: "Sir, be careful——"
The cold light of the spirit blade flashed for a moment, and almost when it was about to pierce Mo Zhifan's neck, Mo Zhifan clasped the hand holding the blade on one side of his body, and then clasped the man's neck back.
A crisp click sound was heard in the inn, and the man's eyes were about to burst, and he suddenly vomited blood.
When the blood rolled down, Mo Zhifan immediately took back his hand in disgust.
He watched the man fall with cold eyes, his eyes dark and sinister.
The young master screamed in fright when he saw this scene. He finally knew how to be afraid.
Everyone in the inn looked horrified, and even the shopkeeper was frightened by Mo Zhifan's actions.