Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 1112 The Martial Dao Venerable of the Small World

"This shows that we are destined!"

Meimei replied quite naturally.

heard.

What else could Zhang Fan say besides giving her a blank stare.

The skins of these people are already so thick that they are invulnerable. What they say is nonsense.

"Little brother, don't look at people like that. We haven't blamed you yet. Last time you gave us a bank card but didn't give us a password. What's going on?"

Like Zhang Fan, Meimei didn't care about those warriors who approached slowly from the front and back of the viaduct.

"password?"

"The bank card I gave you doesn't have a password."

Zhang Fan had a serious look, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

"What, what? No... no password?"

When Meimei and Lazy heard this, their hearts suddenly became cold.

Hateful.

They were hungry for another two days.

If I had known earlier, I should have tried it with my bank card.

"Slacker, what do you think the old man will do when he hears the news? He should have enjoyed a good meal in prison these days, right?"

Meimei couldn't help giggling.

"I don't care about him, but little brother, do you have any idea to hire us? These warriors who want to harm you, me, Meimei, and the blind monk, can quickly solve it for you."

The slacker looked at Zhang Fan with a smile.

This is a big rich man.

And it doesn't take much effort to deal with these warriors.

"Brother, brother, I can still do it."

When the blind monk heard this, he didn't intend to continue pretending to be dead, so he hurried to Zhang Fan and said.

"Didn't I hire you once before? Why, do you want to now?"

Zhang Fan stared at the three of them amusedly.

"no!"

The slacker still refused very straightforwardly, saying: "We can work as temporary workers, but we absolutely cannot become your permanent workers. We have to find the young master."

Zhang Fan had black lines on his face.

Damn, it's that sentence again.

Who are these four wonderful young masters?

They can make them follow so wholeheartedly, even if they are missing, the four of them will try their best to find them.

"One month, 1 yuan!"

Zhang Fan threw out an olive branch.

"Ten thousand? So much? I worked as a thug in the martial arts underground market for a year, and I couldn't make so much money."

"But... no, no, we have to find the young master."

The blind monk touched his smooth head, no surprise, he was moved, but reason quickly overcame the impulse, he still rejected Zhang Fan's kindness.

"I'm talking about [-] people per month."

Zhang Fan spoke again.

His eyes fell on the blind monk, and he continued: "Not only that, I will also customize a wig for you from abroad, the same style as Xu Mingxing's, worth 500 million."

"Amitabha! Monastics, money is something outside of the body."

The blind monk raised his hand and said.

Just when Zhang Fan thought there was nothing to do, the blind monk added: "However, since the boss is willing to customize a wig for me, then I am not a monk. I am a layman, and of course the more money the better."

"I'll take this order."

really.

Talking nonsense with your eyes open is a very blind monk.

Even Zhang Fan was defeated by the blind monk's shameless spirit.

The most humble people are invincible.

"Blind monk! Are you not looking for the young master?"

Meimei stared at the blind monk with a cold face.

"Looking for the young master, you still have a slacker, and an old man, isn't three people enough? Besides, I will stay with the boss and work for you to make money. At that time, you don't have to eat the last meal or the next meal, right?"

The blind monk was proud of his cleverness.

"Do not……"

Before Meimei's words came out, Zhang Fan stepped forward and said, "Meimei, there are various shopping malls in the capital, all kinds of famous brands, clothes, jewelry, if you like, you can choose whatever you want."

"boss!"

As soon as Zhang Fan's words fell, Meimei changed her words immediately.

This face-changing speed is even faster than flipping through a book.

Even Zhang Fan was dumbfounded.

On the other hand, the slacker was desperately squeezing towards Zhang Fan, his woman-like eyebrows were constantly squeezing, as if to say: "Boss, me, and me, don't forget me!" gone."

"Forehead!"

Zhang Fan looked at the slacker, let alone, he really didn't know what the slacker needed.

"Boss, why don't you give me a top-end computer."

Seeing that Zhang Fan had been silent for a long time, the slacker took the initiative to speak.

With 1 yuan per month and a top-end computer, the slacker decided to follow Zhang Fan.

"no problem."

Zhang Fan readily agreed.

even.

At this moment, Zhang Fan has not realized how wise he is to be able to use a top-end computer and a monthly salary of 1 yuan to keep the slacker in his pocket.

"Boss! From now on, you are my dear father. If you tell me to go east, I will definitely go west. If you tell me to beat someone, I will definitely have diarrhea."

The blind monk assured Zhang Fan solemnly.

"Okay, don't be poor, let's solve the troubles in front of us first."

Zhang Fan gave the monk a blank look without a word.

How about this old thing?
The number of warriors before and after the viaduct is almost 20 in total.

Moreover, even though they were a hundred meters away, Zhang Fan could still feel the terrifying aura of these warriors.

It is not at all comparable to the martial artist Ke Qing he met in the Zhou family or the Gu family.

"Boss, did you rob someone's wife? Twenty Martial Dao Venerables took action, it's too much face for you, isn't it?"

Meimei covered her mouth and smiled.

"Martial Dao Venerable? Is it very powerful?"

Zhang Fan was a little curious.

All along, his strength has improved inexplicably.

To be precise, it should be that he has never deliberately improved, so he is really not very clear about the division of strength and realm of warriors.

"Little brother, you don't know?"

Now it was Meimei's turn to be surprised.

She couldn't see through Zhang Fan's strength, she just thought it was some kind of magic weapon to conceal his aura, but the real level would definitely not be too high, otherwise she wouldn't be willing to hire them as thugs.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Fan, as a warrior, didn't even know the division of strength and realm of warriors.

This is somewhat off the mark.

"Should I know?"

Zhang Fan asked back as a matter of course.

Meimei: "..."

Blind monk: "..."

Slacker: A hundred thousand grass mud horses fly by in my heart.

"Boss, there are two types of warriors, one is ordinary warriors in the world, and the other is martial arts venerables from the small world."

"Ordinary martial artists in the secular world have a single realm. They enter the Tao with the innate realm, followed by the acquired realm, then the Qi realm, the Transformation realm, and finally the Grandmaster realm."

Seeing the twenty martial masters walking slowly, Meimei explained to Zhang Fan without any panic.

"What about the Martial Dao Venerable of the Small World?"

Zhang Fan asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)