Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 886 Rejection
The next day's distracted gambling fight, there were not many people watching the battle. I chose the dialect of the box and the sloppy Taoist didn't let anyone enter it at all. monk.

The process lived up to the name of the distracted monk, it was very intense, and the face of the only spectator was glowing from time to time, but after all, it was not a life-and-death fight, no matter the dialect or the sloppy Taoist, obviously they were not in this gambling fight In the middle of the idea of ​​using all of one's own strength, the two sides come and go and use their own methods. After a quarter of an hour, they both roughly understand the opponent's strength.

"Haha, that's right. Fellow Daoist has such strength, no wonder Pian'er is overwhelmed." The slovenly Daoren Zhang showed a bit of joy, and said loudly, in his words, he also praised the strength of the dialect.

"Fellow Daoist praised me, and fellow Daoist Zhang's strength is also admirable. Fellow Daoist's set of skills is excellent both offensively and defensively. If you push it to its maximum power, it will not be so easy to resist." Fang Yan said with a slight smile, half sincerely and half flattering Said.

"Stop talking about this kind of words, praise each other, spread it out to make others laugh, haha, my humble Zhang Feng, known as Sloppy Zhang, I don't know how friends call it?" There was another laugh, and the Sloppy Taoist asked aloud road.

"My surname is Fang." When meeting for the first time, Fang Yan also noticed that this sloppy Daoist Zhang was a bit bold in his sloppy sloppiness. , although there is no lie to deceive people, but only half of it.

The sloppy Taoist naturally understood what the dialect was thinking, and he didn't mind, he just nodded: "So it's Daoist Fang, Pian'er, come here to pay a visit to Senior Fang, yesterday gave you a lot of inspiration."

"Junior pays respects to Senior Fang gracefully." Hearing his master's words, the agile Nascent Soul cultivator immediately stepped forward and bowed to Fang Yan and said.

It’s really that the dialect practice time is too short. Although the monk Pianran in front of me is only at the late stage of Yuanying, but in terms of cultivation ideas, I’m afraid the dialect is not even a fraction of the opponent’s. Facing such a monk calling himself a senior, Even the dialect is already a distraction, and I am not used to hearing the other party call myself a senior, but the dialect also knows that this is the most normal, and he did not speak like others encouraging the junior, but just waved his hand to let the Pianran Taoist No need to be polite.

The slovenly Taoist Zhang also waved his hands to make his disciple back, and then raised his eyes to look at the dialect: "Fang Daoyou, I think there is a faint trace of fighting intent in the previous and the exercises, but against the war in the city of the Emperor of War I am interested in the breath, and want to comprehend a bit of the artistic conception of war from it?"

"Hehe, it's nothing." Hearing the sloppy Taoist's question, he didn't shy away from the dialect, because originally he really wanted to understand the mystery of the fighting spirit.

"It's really not a big deal. Which of the monks who came to the city of the Emperor of War doesn't want to understand the mystery of the fighting spirit, but I still want to remind fellow Taoists that it is better to be too careful."

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it." Hearing the sloppy Taoist's words, Fang Yan couldn't help asking. In the past, Fang Yan really didn't think about this matter carefully.

"Hehe, fellow daoist was joking. With the strength of fellow daoist's cultivation, it's possible that you can't see that the aura of war exists, but it is even more difficult to use it to explore the true meaning of fighting spirit, otherwise fellow daoist will not be able to see it." You don’t need to let go of your body and experience fighting with a group of Nascent Soul descendants. Maybe you haven’t explored it before, but in countless years, at least I haven’t heard of any monk who has comprehended the fighting spirit in this way and gained the most It's just a little bit of fur, maybe it can increase a bit of momentum, but it's useless for real fighting skills."

"That's right, Fang, thank you fellow daoist for reminding me, but even a little momentum sometimes has a lot of uses." Hearing the kind reminder from the sloppy Taoist, Fang Yan immediately thanked him, and then thought of all the monks who entered the city of Zhandi , no one can't feel the ubiquitous breath of war, and it's normal for many people to want to understand some meaning from it, but the difference between dialect and others is that it doesn't come from the breath of war. Comprehension, but a pair of calligraphy handwritten by Emperor Zhan, this kind of thing does not need to be mentioned to others.

"If you don't want to thank you, fellow daoist, even if I don't mention it, you will understand everything in a short time." The sloppy Taoist waved his hand.

After a short pause, the sloppy Taoist said again: "Fang Daoist, forgive me, I wonder if you are interested in joining hands with me to explore a secret place?"

Hearing the sloppy Taoist's words, Dialect was a little taken aback. Although this is the central arena, where many monks were originally looking for partners, the sloppy Taoist's statement was a bit abrupt.

Even the red bald men from back then, if not because they were not good at breaking the formation, they would never have randomly asked others to go to the Wuzu barren tomb together, even if they were looking for themselves and Wu Wentian, two Nascent Souls As a junior, what he did was to be able to completely control things in his hands. As for what happened to him in the end, it was unexpected, and he couldn't blame the three of them.

And the sloppy Taoist in front of me, although he is not the same as the three distracted middle-term cultivation bases, but he does not have a few close friends. Even if he finds some secret cave, he has his own comrades who are used to cooperating. All of a sudden, he was looking for a stranger like himself who had only known him for a day, not to mention that he had just fought with him just now.

After what happened to the red bald men back then, Dialect is now much more cautious about the cooperation of strange monks. Although he doesn’t know what this sloppy Taoist is thinking, Dialect has no intention to explore. Another reason is that Before the opening of the Scarlet Great Passage, I still have things to do, so I don’t have the heart to explore some secret caves with others. In a flash, countless thoughts have flashed through, and Fang Yan also said in his mouth: "Fang has some things, But let the fellow daoists down."

"It was me who was rude, but fellow daoists are not in a hurry to refuse. I have to stay in the city of Zhandi for a while. If you change your mind, you can come to the central arena to find me again." Hearing the words of rejection in dialect , The sloppy Taoist didn't force it, but just said slowly.

"Hehe, besides, if there is nothing else, Fang will leave first." The dialect of the arched hand immediately escaped from the box, left the central arena directly, and returned to the secret room of the inn. As for the last of the sloppy Taoist The invitation, Dialect didn't think about it at all, it was just a small episode, and it was over.

With the experience of these two days, Dialect also clearly revealed his distracted cultivation base. If he wants to compete with the junior Nascent Soul, it will be difficult to achieve the previous effect. It's not that he can't find an opponent, I'm afraid there will be more The juniors are scrambling to line up and wait to fight with themselves, but facing the distracted seniors, most Nascent Soul cultivators will have the idea of ​​asking for advice, but they will no longer have the same confrontation as before. In this situation, for what you want Feeling the fighting spirit is not very useful, and the dialect that was originally planned to come to a few more games ended early.

Fang Yan, who had just sat cross-legged, noticed a fluctuation in his Jade Talisman of Communication. When he checked his consciousness, he found that it was not his original Jade Talisman of Communication, but the one left by that monk Situ, but it was still not Daoist Situ. The news came from a monk who had been arranging gambling for him these days.

"You still want to find another opponent for me? Could it be that you really think of me as a thug?" Seeing the content, Fang Yan couldn't help laughing secretly. Fang Yan didn't believe that the inexplicable organization didn't find out what happened yesterday, and didn't think about it. There was a message that he would no longer need to arrange gambling for himself in the future.

After the news came out, he looked at the communication jade talisman in his hand, thought for a while, shook his head, and put it away anyway. The fairy aura on that monk Situ was still somewhat attractive after all, although he didn't need them to contact him again. Betting against opponents, maybe when will this jade talisman be used.

(End of this chapter)