That night, Wanfulou.

It was light raining, and Chen Fan got off the car. Because he didn't want the Fire God clan to get involved in the battles between secular sects, Chen Fan only brought the White Queen over.

"Swish."

The black umbrella opened, and Chen Fan walked inside with Queen White with his hands behind his back.

A narrow alley, two people walking side by side.

Queen Bai looked around and whispered to Chen Fan, "Boss, Boss! Do you think something is wrong here?"

"how?"

"Didn't you say you're going to a restaurant to meet? Look, it's sparsely populated, and it doesn't look like the place where a restaurant should be! Did we go to the wrong place?"

"We are not wrong, Wanfu Building is in that yard."

Chen Fan pointed to a tall building diagonally opposite. Queen White turned her head and looked at the towering wall, and stuck out her tongue, "Wow! Such a high wall looks like a prison!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Chen Fan reminded him, and Queen Bai immediately shut up, twisted her butt and walked with fēng                                                                                                                   

"hiss!"

On the opposite side of the narrow alley, there was one more person.

A man who was not tall was holding an umbrella and was standing in the middle of the alley, with an umbrella in his hand.

It is also a black umbrella, but in terms of style or material, it is different from what the White Queen and the others have.

The man said nothing, like a wooden sculpture, but a pair of small eyes were staring at the man walking towards him.

"Who is here?"

Both sides approached, and Chen Fan stood still when he was about five or six meters away.

The other party spoke, listening to the voice lazily.

Chen Fan held his fists and bowed, "Let me, Chen Fan, a disciple of the Ghost Sect."

"Ghost Gate?"

The man thought for a moment and smiled contemptuously, "I haven't heard of it."

"Hey! You're so fucking too much!"

Queen Bai would never be abusive to such pretentious offenders, and immediately jumped out and pointed at his nose, "My boss is going to Wanfulou to discuss things. What's the matter here? Get out of here, be aware of your appearance. Do you know if you don't know if you have anything to do here?"

"snort."

The man snorted coldly when he heard this, and glanced at the White Queen contemptuously, "I am ordered to guard this place. Without the master's calligraphy, no one is allowed to pass it from now on."

"Then, please inform me and say, Chen Fan asks for a meeting."

Chen Fan was not here to cause trouble. When he said this, he pressed his temper and clasped his fists again, looking polite.

"I am old and my legs are not smooth."

The old man snorted coldly and his eyes slanted to the side. It was obvious that he didn't want to inform him.

"Don't show off!"

Queen Bai couldn't help it anymore, and jumped up and started cursing again, "Do you know who my boss is? My boss used to be the head of the Ghost Sect. Talking to you is to give you face! Don't be shameless!"

"snort."

The man snorted again, drooping his eyelids, and didn't even look at him. He hugged the umbrella in his arms and put his arms on, "I am old and have no knowledge. I have never heard of any hell, nor have I heard of any family member. I have already said that without the order of the head, no one can pass here."

"well…"

Chen Fan sighed lightly, "It seems that Elder Jin Song has asked me a problem."

He actually realized early in the morning that this person was not a small person. He was the one from Yujian Sect who specially arranged it here to give him a good player to be a good player. Chen Fan actually didn't like to fight with others, but there was nothing he could do. This is how they arranged it. What can we do?

Thinking of this, Chen Fan waved his hand and signaled Queen Bai to lean aside, "I think I have to pass you first if I want to pass here?"

"That's right."

The old man laughed sinisterly, slanted his eyes, and looked at Chen Fan with bad intentions, "You..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man let out a muffled groan and kicked him away. He got off the car and went for more than ten meters, rolling around on the ground, tilting in the corner.

Tag.

The umbrella fell to the ground, Chen Fan left, and the white queen followed behind, smiling contemptuously in the old man's shocked gaze, "Swish--"

At this level, you still dare to block the road here?

What a fuss?

"Boss, Yujian Sect is not very good either. I think it's so powerful!"

Queen White couldn't help but start to criticize the mulberry and the locust.

"Don't say that, they are a famous sect."

"What's wrong with a famous sect? No matter how big the urine bubble is, it's still a piss."

"Who did you learn these words from? You're too mean."

"Are you mean? I don't think so. I'm telling the truth, and I'm not telling you."

Queen White looked back at the man and smiled, "Woo, it seems like she can do something! She dares to block our way at this level! Haha!"

Seeing that Queen Bai was unreasonable, Chen Fan couldn't help laughing, "What did I say to you when I came? Forgot?"

"No, no!"

Queen Bai realized that it might be a bit wrong for her to do so, so she quickly coughed twice, carried her hand and took Chen Fan's arm, and hurriedly entered the yard with Chen Fan and Chen Fan.

There were a large courtyard with luxury cars. In the drizzle, there were several people standing at the entrance of the porch. When they saw that Chen Fan was coming, several people came up thinking about it and bowed their hands, "Mr. Chen?"

"I'm here to Chen Fan."

Chen Fan took the gift box from Queen Bai and handed it over.

The visitor took it, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture, "Mr. Chen, please invite it, the head of the sect has been waiting for a long time."

As he walked in with several people who seemed to be disciples of the sword sect, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a statue of god placed in the hall facing the door. The statue was more than ten feet tall and fairy-like Taoist priests were placed. There was a big box behind him, holding the dust in his hand. Judging from his dress, he should be like a Taoist priest.

It seems that the Bagua Immortal Clothes on this person represent the common habits of the Cultivation Sect, and the huge box on his back is a typical feature of the Swordsmen.

The sword-controlled sect uses the sword-controlled sect as the foundation of practice. Basically, more powerful figures will have such a box to store the swords used for their practice. There are old and new ones, and the materials and styles vary from person to person. This Qingyi Taoist should be the founder of the sword-controlled sect, Mr. Qingjian.

This person is said to be a hermit from the Han and Tang dynasties. He was originally a descendant of the Dan School. Later, he entered the Taoist martial arts and cultivated the sword control method. After decades, he became famous all over the world for his sword skills and founded the Shushan sword control gate. At its peak, the popularity of this sword control gate was even much more awesome than that of the sect like the Quanzhen Tianshi Mansion of Maoshan, but...
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