low-key warlock

Based on Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng's skill cultivation, both of them have already noticed the several spell trials between Qu Feiyan and the young sorcerer from the United States.

This is not surprising.

Warlocks who have never met before meet in a certain place, and know that the other party is also a warlock, so it is normal to try out a little bit.

The young sorcerer from America didn't hide his sorcerer aura at all, as if he was clearly trying to attract the sorcerer's attention.As for Qu Feiyan, she never had the habit of hiding her magical aura, so she and the young warlock naturally noticed each other's existence very quickly.But that young warlock didn't notice Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng.Because the cultivation levels of the three of them are almost equal, and Su Chunfeng habitually hides his magician aura, and Zongmeng came here this time because Luo Tonghua entrusted him to determine the target person, and at the same time, he had to prevent trouble. Therefore, he also concealed his warlock aura and observed the situation secretly.

This time, Qu Feiyan was the first to make a probe.

Qu Feiyan's temperament is like this, she seems to have a kind of indifference towards everyone, arrogant and conceited, suddenly saw a young warlock from a foreign country, he was still a handsome guy, so she couldn't help but cast spells to try him The depth, or... What else did Luo Tonghua tell her to do?

Therefore, when she and the young American warlock tried each other, and then started a limited and restrained formal fight, Su Chunfeng didn't intend to pay attention to it.

It's just a discussion, nothing big will happen.

But Zongmeng obviously didn't think so. He inserted the spell in the first time, blocked Qu Feiyan, and forcibly shook the fluctuation of the spell cast by the young American warlock.

The two waves collided not violently but firmly.

Zongmeng's shots are extremely heavy, there is no milligram control, and there is no meaning of conservative limits.And that young American warlock maintained enough restraint when he shot, and suppressed the energy fluctuation intensity of the spell he cast.Therefore, as soon as they fought, the young American warlock fell into a passive position.However, although Zongmeng's sudden burst of overwhelming magical attacks were unstoppable, they were withdrawn in an instant and extremely inconceivably.

The aura of heaven, earth, and five elements in the basketball court was balanced and calm, as if there had never been any fluctuations in spells.

One warning.

That's it.

The young American warlock turned around and fixed on Zongmeng with a provocative gaze in his calmness.

Zongmeng's expression was icy cold, her eyes were like knives, and she was facing her opponent.

Su Chunfeng raised his hand and clenched his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and looked at Zongmeng in a little surprise-is this guy a little too impatient?Even if it's a hero who saves the beauty, you can't save it like this, right?The two sides didn't have any malice at all, they were just exchanging ideas in a very measured manner. Besides, Zongmeng and Qu Feiyan didn't seem to deal with each other very much, so why bother to get involved in such an obvious trivial matter?

Zongmeng, who withdrew her spell, no longer looked directly at the young American warlock, but looked sideways at Su Chunfeng, and said, "Qu Feiyan's cultivation is not enough, I can't let foreign warlocks underestimate us."

Su Chunfeng couldn't laugh or cry.

Feelings for such a simple reason?

Zongmeng did it as a matter of course.

Can't tell, this guy actually has the potential to be a bit of a cynical youth.

On the opposite side, the young warlock from the United States turned around and said a few words to his companions and two volunteers from Beijing University, and then walked around the field to the stands where Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng were.

Su Chunfeng smiled and said: "Yes, I found it."

"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar." Zongmeng said lightly.

"You really changed."

Zong Meng was silent.

After a while, the young American warlock walked around and stepped onto the stands with a smile on his face.

The usual coldness on Zongmeng's face and the attitude of not being close to strangers eased a little, but Su Chunfeng always had that calm, indifferent and approachable expression, and at this moment he looked at the young white warlock with a smile on his face.In fact, with his heart and mind, he doesn't like to make friends with strange warlocks, and he doesn't want to get involved with foreign warlocks, but he is a guest from afar. some.

Although he was confident that with his breath concealment technique, even if he talked face-to-face with that young American warlock for a long time, he would never be noticed by the other party, but there was really no need for that.

Because I can't hide it.

Caucasian warlocks must have social relations with the student warlocks of Peking University in the next time. Besides, Su Chunfeng is sitting with Zongmeng now. Is it possible to make a call to every member of the Peking University Student Warlocks Association? Hello, let others help him conceal the secret of the Warlock's identity?

That's not low-key, it's boring.

Just when the young warlock was about to walk in front of him, Su Chunfeng's mobile phone vibrated untimely. He took out his mobile phone and checked the caller ID. It was Li Zhichao calling.Because the game was in full swing on the field, the students in the stands were cheering and cheering from time to time, and the environment was noisy, so he had to show apologetic expression to the white warlock who came over, nodded, and then said to Zongmeng : "I'm going to answer the phone..." Then he got up and walked from the narrow aisle between the seats to the secluded place above the stands.

A look of uneasiness flashed across the young American warlock's expression, and he was soon relieved. He walked up to Zongmeng and sat down, and said in not-so-fluent Chinese: "Hello."

"Hello." Zongmeng nodded.

The white warlock asked in English: "Can I communicate in English?"

Zongmeng, whose English level is really not very good, thought for a few seconds, and then formed an understandable sentence in his mind from the meaning of the few English words that the white warlock had said as slowly as possible, and then word by word He squeezed out a sentence that is most suitable for this time: "I'm sorry, my English is not good, I hope you can use Chinese...or, when my friend comes back, he can."

The white warlock glanced at the top of the stands, nodded with regret and dissatisfaction.

He felt that Su Chunfeng, who left just because he wanted to answer the phone, was really impolite. Didn't he think that doing so was a kind of disrespect to a guest who came from a long distance?

At this time, Su Chunfeng was already in a secluded place behind the stands, holding his mobile phone and pressing the answer button: "Zhichao, what's the matter?"

"Chunfeng." Li Zhichao's voice came from the phone, "I'm in Danfeng City now, and I'm here to contact customers. Guess who I saw?"

"Who?" Su Chunfeng asked pretending to be puzzled. In fact, he had already thought that it should be a coincidence that Li Zhichao, who arrived in Danfeng City, saw Wang Qimin. Moreover, something must have happened, otherwise, he would have been busy all day long. Li Zhichao, who didn't touch the ground, wouldn't call anyone when he saw someone.

Sure enough, Li Zhichao said, "Wang Qimin!"

Su Chunfeng said: "Well, what a coincidence? Then you, a young and promising big boss, can treat our junior high school teacher to dinner at noon."

"It's all trivial matters." Li Zhichao said seriously: "Chunfeng, Wang Qimin has encountered some troubles here. I didn't want to pay attention to these things at first. After all, we are not in Pingyang, but I was thinking about it. Wang Qimin is very respectful, so I called you, do you want to help him?"

Su Chunfeng asked in surprise, "What happened to him?"

Li Zhichao briefly told Su Chunfeng what he had heard from the client.

Su Chunfeng thought of a possibility almost immediately, and affirmed his judgment, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Zhichao, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake, so don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise it may affect your business , this matter...you pay attention to the follow-up progress, and let me know if you have any news."

"Chunfeng, don't worry about anything." Li Zhichao said with a smile: "I still have self-knowledge, but Shan Gang will also come to Danfeng City in the afternoon, for the office of Vantone Express in Danfeng City. You know, his high-quality vegetables have already reached Danfeng City two years ago, and at that time, he had several conflicts with the forces here and won them all. Now he is considered to have some strength in Danfeng City. If he makes a move..."

"Let's talk about it later, don't worry about it." Su Chunfeng interrupted Li Zhichao.

"That's fine, listen to you."

After hanging up the phone, Su Chunfeng clutched the phone and slightly closed his eyes, slightly raised his head and thought——Wang Qimin's daughter is most likely the inheritor of tricks!

Wang Qimin, master...

In the previous life, the master and apprentice lived together for so long, and experienced so much blood and rain together in the rivers and lakes. Su Chunfeng never thought that his master could hide such a deep trick.Moreover, the original purpose of Wang Qimin's burying such a trick was to get rid of Su Chunfeng who might get out of control in the future!

Although the previous life is gone and will not be returned, this life is no longer a master and apprentice.

But Su Chunfeng still couldn't accept such a fact, and there was a faint feeling of heartache in his heart.

He was angry with the concealment of his master in his previous life, and even more distressed at his renunciation with Wang Qimin, and he also felt sorry for his master in his previous life, Wang Qimin, the inheritor of trickery in this life—how much did he pay for so much planning and planning?Even his own daughter has to devote her youth and even her whole life to a goal that is likely to fail miserably!

Is it right or is it wrong?

Can't tell at all!

Su Chunfeng, who has a refreshing state of mind, shook his head, forcibly put aside these distracting thoughts that made him entangled and distressed, turned around and walked back.

The white warlock took his place before him.

Before Su Chunfeng walked over to say hello, Zongmeng said, "He doesn't speak Chinese very well, and I can't speak English well either. Come and introduce him."

"Hello!" The white warlock stretched out his hand.

"Hello." Su Chunfeng sat down through the narrow passage, shook hands with the white warlock, and then introduced himself in fluent English, and introduced Zongmeng - he had good English scores in high school, entered Beijing University and After joining the English corner club, I often participated in some activities in the club to enhance oral English practice, so I dare not say how good my English is, at least normal communication can be easily done.

After introducing each other, both Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng knew that this white warlock was named Cole Douglas, and he was from California.

Cole Douglas obviously received a good and strict family education. Although he was extremely annoyed by Zongmeng's almost outrageous warning of strong magic attacks, after starting the communication, Cole Douglas still showed He is extremely mature and stable without losing the youthful vigor of a gentleman, and he is very talkative. Even in the face of Zongmoe, whose English is so poor that he struggles to understand him, he does not seem uncomfortable or embarrassed to communicate with him.