Wuji Tongtian

Chapter 737 send chance

At this moment, Liu Xiaoshan's face was swollen like a pig's head.The clothes are also full of holes, and from these holes, one can see fist marks all over the body.

No matter how you look at it, it gives people a very miserable feeling.

"Are you convinced?" Yang Fan put away his fist and asked with a smile.

When it was over, he added another sentence: "If you are not convinced, we can continue to make sure you will be convinced."

Liu Xiaoshan looked miserable, but in fact he did not suffer multiple injuries, which is why Yang Fan deliberately controlled his strength.Otherwise, in the offensive just now, it would have been severely damaged long ago.

Originally full of confidence, Liu Xiaoshan gritted his teeth when he heard this sentence, with a look of shame and indignation on his face.

"Humph!"

In the end, Liu Xiaoshan didn't answer Yang Fan's question, he snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

Liu Xiaoshan walked faster and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

At this time, everyone looked at Yang Fan again, and put away their initial contempt.Before this, many geniuses looked down on Yang Fan.

After all, among them, a super genius like Liu Xiaoshan was rejected.But it was a monster that passed the assessment.

They felt that it was just that the old sect master was in a good mood and blamed it on good luck.

But looking at it now, it wasn't that the old sect master was in a good mood, but that he had a good vision and chose such a monstrous guy.

At this point, everyone else has left.

It is impossible to get the surrogate death talisman in Juntian Daomen.

And Yang Fan and the 17-year-old boy followed the old door owner into the gate.

A few old houses, and a slightly larger yard, this is Juntian Daomen.Even among ordinary people, those with a little money can build better houses than this.

"Why don't you renovate Juntian Daomen?" The young man walking beside Yang Fan couldn't help asking.

"Poor." The old sect master replied with one word.

But Yang Fan and the boy were completely unable to refute.

Afterwards, several people walked into the largest room in the middle.Here is a hall with a portrait of a young man hanging on the wall.

The old sect master pointed to the portrait and said, "This is the patriarch of our Juntian Dao Sect."

Yang Fan and the boy bowed consciously.

Seeing this, the old sect master nodded in satisfaction, and then let the dull young man go down first.

In the hall, only the old sect master, Yang Fan and the young man were left.

"I know that the purpose of you joining Juntian Taoist Sect is to replace the Death Talisman." The old sect master spoke, although he was still smiling, but what he said was straightforward.

Yang Fan blinked, feeling a little embarrassed.

Such an approach was actually taking advantage of Juntian Daomen, but he immediately regained his composure.He knew that to get the death talisman, he must pay some price.

Otherwise, Juntian Daomen would really be a living thing in the martial arts world.

Then, consider it a fair deal.

Thinking about it this way, Yang Fan wasn't so embarrassed or guilty anymore.

"Isn't it just a death talisman? It's nothing rare. I have it!" But the young man raised his head and retorted, with pride on his handsome and immature face.

The old sect master patted his head and said with a smile: "This man is old because he has a bad memory and has forgotten your identity. That's right, you didn't come here to replace the death talisman, but you promised to become a disciple of Juntian Daomen, Then you have to take the corresponding responsibility.”

"Do you know who I am?" The young man was taken aback for a moment, but then he reacted and asked vigilantly, "What responsibility? If it's too troublesome, I won't take care of it."

The old sect master didn't answer the boy's words, but looked at Yang Fan, and said with a smile: "I think you also want to know what you need to pay to get the death talisman?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you." The old door owner went to the chair and sat down. The dilapidated wooden chair rattled, as if it would collapse at any moment.

After sitting still, the old sect master opened his mouth again, and said leisurely: "The reason why the Juntian Taoist sect recruits disciples every time the sea of ​​suffering is opened. That is because what you need to do is to be in the sea of ​​suffering. "

"At that time, Juntian Daomen will give you a surrogate death talisman, just try to help complete one thing."

Before Yang Fan could speak, the impatient young man couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

The old sect master laughed and said: "Actually, it's not a difficult task. To be precise, it's a chance for you to make a fortune. It depends on whether you can get it."

"Is there such a good thing?" At this moment, even Yang Fan wondered if the old man was cheating.

Not to mention giving away the death talisman, but also a chance as a gift?
Yang Fan didn't believe that something really happened to him.

The young man also looked at the old sect master with disdain, suspicion and even more obvious vigilance, thinking that the latter was trying to trick them.

The old sect master suddenly became serious, and said: "I didn't lie to you, and I said, whether you can get this opportunity depends on your own ability."

"The sea of ​​bitterness opens once every 1000 years, and Juntian Daomen has recruited eighteen disciples, each time at least two and at most five. But so far, no one has returned."

Having said that, the old sect master glanced at Yang Fan and the boy, and asked again with a smile: "Now, do you think this is still a good thing?"

The boy immediately jumped up and shouted: "It's so dangerous, I won't do it!"

After saying that, he wanted to leave.

But when he saw Yang Fan who was standing still, he stopped again, and asked curiously: "What he asked us to do is so dangerous, why don't you leave? Is it just for a death talisman, and then ruin your own life?" ?”

Yang Fan smiled lightly: "It's okay to listen to him. After talking for so long, he hasn't told us what exactly he wants us to do, or what kind of opportunities he wants to give us."

The young man came to his senses immediately: "That's right, I was distracted by the old man who said that he would give away a chance, and then said that he never came back."

"Hey, old man, make it clear quickly, or we'll all be leaving," the boy said.

The old sect master glared at the young man, and said: "No matter what you think in your heart, but now that you have entered Juntian Dao Sect, you have to call me Master."

"Master?" Both Yang Fan and the boy were surprised.

"That's right, from now on, the two of you are direct disciples of Juntian Taoism, and this old man is your master." The old sect master said seriously.

The sudden addition of a master made Yang Fan feel very awkward, and the young man was even more unhappy.

The old door master didn't care about the expressions of Yang Fan and the young man, and said to himself: "Now, I will tell you what kind of great opportunity is waiting for you."

Yang Fan and the young man cheered up immediately and listened carefully to the words of the old sect master.

(End of this chapter)