Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 472 Is It You?

Lin Fan, Bai Long, Wang Guocai, and Huang Ci were sitting in the living room, drinking wine.

Except for Bailong, the three of them are not ordinary people, and it is difficult to get drunk with just this little drink.

No matter how bad it is, if you are really drunk, you can just use a hangover charm.

Several people are chatting.

Suddenly, the door of their room was kicked open with a bang.

Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked towards the door abruptly, thinking in his heart, did the people from the Illusion Gate come here so quickly?

At this moment, outside the door, five masters wearing illusion door costumes walked into the living room.

Nanmenhe looked at the four people in the room with cold eyes, and his eyes finally fell on Huang Ci: "Brother Huang, why are you here?"

Huang Ci was startled when the door was kicked open, thinking it was someone from the Yaoxian Cave who had come to kill him.

In the end, it turned out to be Nanmenhe: "Grass, who did I think I was, the feeling is you Nanmenhe."

Nanmen River?

Huang Ci was almost scared away and ran back. He took a deep breath, fixed his eyes on Nanmenhe, and scolded: "Nanmenhe, why are you so crazy? Which muscle is wrong? Come here."

Nanmenhe and the other four had expressions of embarrassment on their faces.

According to information, Lin Fan is only a fourth-rank Taoist leader, Bai Long and Wang Guocai, and their strength is not as good as Lin Fan.

Nanmenhe's plan is also very simple.

A few of them rushed in and killed Lin Fan, beheading first and then playing.

Even if the Shifang Jungle heard the news later, it would be too late, right?

After all, he is the son of the master of the Illusory Realm Sect, how can the Shifang Jungle insist on paying his life for a dead person?

But what is unexpected is that the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

Seeing the yellow thorn here, Nanmenhe's heart skipped a beat, realizing that today was a waste of time.

"Brother Huang, forgive me, forgive me." Nanmenhe's momentum weakened a lot: "I kicked the wrong door, I, I wanted to kick the door opposite you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guocai pointed to the Nanmen River and said, "Try to kick one with a seed?"

"Who is this person?" Lin Fan asked Huang Ci in a low voice.

Huang Ci snorted coldly, and said: "The second ancestor of the Illusion Sect, the second son of the owner of the Illusion Sect, is in his 40s, and his strength is not very good. Mirror."

Hearing Huang Ci's sarcasm, Nanmenhe didn't dare to retaliate.

It's not that Nanmenhe is timid, but Huangci, he dare not provoke him casually.

Although they are in the same realm, Huang Ci is only in his early thirties, and in the jungle of the ten directions, what if he becomes a provincial seat in the future?

Although the inspector has no rights, if it becomes the seat of the government, it can be said to be a change of shotgun.

Nanmenhe cupped his fists: "I didn't expect Brother Huang to be here, I'm sorry to disturb you."

After speaking, he winked at the people around him and hurried to leave.

"Wait." Lin Fan said suddenly, with that signature smile on his face.

If Bai Jingyun was here, seeing this smile, he might subconsciously think that Lin Fan is going to trick someone again.

"Eh." Huang Cidu looked at Lin Fan strangely, not understanding why Lin Fan called Nanmenhe to stop.

"What do you want to do?" Nanmenhe frowned tightly, looking at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let your four subordinates go first, you stay, let's chat."

A person beside Nanmenhe pointed at Lin Fan: "You leave Senior Brother Nanmen alone, what do you want to do?"

Lin Fan said indifferently: "If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't let the four of you go, but keep the five of you here together."

A slightly hesitant look appeared on Nanmenhe's face. Obviously, he didn't know what Lin Fan wanted to do at this time.

"Brother." A junior beside him said, "Let's go."

"You just go downstairs and wait for me. I want to see what this kid wants to do." Nanmenhe looked at Lin Fan's faint smile, but thought that he was gone now. Wouldn't it make people think Lin Fan was afraid? Where?

The four disciples looked at each other, and they also understood that if the senior brother Nanmen made a decision, ten bulls would not be able to pull him back.

The four of them said: "Lin Fan, if something happens to Brother Nanmen, you will definitely die! You better be honest with us."

After speaking, they left.

Nanmenhe stood in the hall.

Lin Fan rushed to Wang Guocai and said, "Bring a stool and let Brother Nanmen sit down."

"Uh, let him sit?" Wang Guocai kept giving Lin Fan a look, as if reminding Lin Fan that this guy was not a good visitor just now, and without the yellow thorn, he might have done it directly.

Lin Fan said, "Hurry up, what's wrong, I can't speak anymore?"

"Just go if you are told." Bailong kicked Wang Guocai's ass.

Wang Guocai just brought a stool by the table, and Nanmenhe hesitated.

Although Huang Ci couldn't figure out what exactly Lin Fan was up to, he also said, "Brother Nanmen, sit down."

Nanmenhe took a deep breath, as if to embolden himself, sat down, and looked at Lin Fan loudly: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Lin Fan asked: "Just now I heard Brother Huang say that you want to compete with your brother for the position of sect master?"

Nanmenhe said in a deep voice, "So what?"

"Compared with him, what are your chances of winning?" Lin Fan asked.

Nanmenhe did not speak.

Huang Ci on the side said: "Less than [-]%, it's still a good idea."

After saying this, Nanmenhe's face became even more embarrassing.

"What? Let me stay just to humiliate me?" Nanmenhe said in a deep voice.

Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders: "If it's less than [-]%, does that mean it's wishful thinking?"

Nanmenhe slammed the table, stood up and turned around to leave.

"If you want to compete with your brother for the position of sect master, sit down." Lin Fan picked up the wine glass and said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he drank the glass of wine.

Nanmenhe stood up at this moment, neither walking nor sitting.

Lin Fan said: "The only way you can get the position of sect master is to cooperate with us."

Nanmenhe said coldly: "No matter how much we fight, it's our housework and we don't need outsiders like you to intervene."

Lin Fan curled his lips: "No wonder you say that your chance of winning is less than [-]%, as expected."

Lin Fan's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said, "You must have heard about me. I used to be a disciple of the Cangjian Sect, and my master was overthrown by the five elders of the Cangjian Sect. In the end, who do you think helped him return to the position of head?"

Nanmenhe looked at Lin Fan: "Is it you?"

Lin Fan said: "You must have heard that the four major sword sects besieged the Xuanming sword sect back then, and guess who single-handedly helped Su Qianjue delay the four major sword sects' time?"

Nanmenhe: "You too?"

Holding the wine glass, Lin Fan asked calmly, "How is it? Are you interested in sitting down and chatting now?"

(End of this chapter)