Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

"Senior is good at it." Ye Fan sincerely admired it.

"What's the use of it? Isn't it just being tricked by someone?" The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a self-deprecating smile, "The things in this bracelet are nothing more than spirit stones, low-level materials, why, you know you want to come to see me, and leave all the valuables outside Is it true? If I were ten years younger, I’m afraid I’d fall into your trap, and I’d be foolish enough to work my life for you.”

The trick in his heart was exposed, and Ye Fan smiled awkwardly.

It's hard to insist any longer, so I have to admit: "Senior has good eyesight, and I admire it."

But he was thinking about gains and losses in his heart, this man, it's not easy to fool around.

It seems that if he is unwilling to give up a little bit of money, he may not even be able to arouse even the slightest interest.

"What are you planning again? I advise you to put away those thoughts. In the past 30 years, there have been thousands of people who want me to leave the mountain? If I wanted to, I would have left a long time ago. Do you really think that this small prison of the Water Dance Sect Can you lock me up?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan agreed in his heart, of course he knew about it.

In the brochure Feng Shuiwu gave him, it has already explained the reason why the robber saint stayed in the prison of Shui Wuzong:
Wushuang stealing skills were broken by the ancestors of the Water Dance Sect, willing to gamble and admit defeat, and agreed to stay in the cell of the Water Dance Sect for the rest of his life, and never see the light of day in this life.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan couldn't help saying: "Unexpectedly, the senior is also the generation who promises a thousand gold."

The man sneered, and his smile was full of self-deprecation: "It seems that you already know what happened back then."

"But I know more than that."

"Oh?"

Thief Saint raised his eyes and looked at Ye Fan with interest.

Seeing Thief Saint's expression with interest, Ye Fan decided to take a gamble.

Before, he mentioned repeatedly, "If I were a few decades younger, I would definitely fall into your way."

This is by no means as simple as talking about it.

How can a person who is willing to be imprisoned for 30 years have any chance of being tricked?

The only possibility is that the reason why he was imprisoned was probably a trick.

So Ye Fan said: "Presumably, you must regret it if you agreed to the competition back then."

Ye Fan opened his mouth while observing Thief Saint's eyes.

Sure enough, the latter's pupils constricted, as if touched, the most sensitive string deep in his heart.

He sighed: "Go on."

Guess it right!
Ye Fan was delighted, and looked him up and down: "Senior's strength is not only unparalleled stealing skills, but also his cultivation is extraordinary. If I see it well, your cultivation may have broken through the late stage of Lingtai before entering prison."

"I think what you want to say, in terms of cultivation, I am not as good as you, I have understood this from the moment you first came in.

I can't see through your cultivation at all, and your spiritual energy is combined in a mysterious way, almost condensing into one body, which is simply unimaginable.

If I didn't see you and your kind eyes, I would never dare to attack you. "

Ye Fan smiled: "Senior, I am self-effacing. My skill is more of a coincidence. What's more, I am not a member of the Water Dance Sect, but it is the water that broke your Wushuang stealing skills back then." The ancestors of the dance sect! I have never heard of such a master in the water dance sect."

Thief Sage smiled contemptuously: "I know what you want to say. You are ignorant, but it has nothing to do with me. I can only tell you that what you know about Water Dance Sect is just the tip of the iceberg, like a leopard in a tube."

Ye Fan shook his head: "I know, of course it's more than that, otherwise I wouldn't dare to speak out in front of seniors. As far as I know, 30 years ago, there was only one person in the Water Dance Sect who could beat seniors."

"Oh?" The words had come to this point, Thief Saint finally became interested, his eyes were full of light, "Tell me about the person you know."

"I think the senior must not know her name yet."

The thief sage laughed, laughing desolately: "You are right, she bet with me with her name, betting that the rest of my life will be bright, I boast that a pair of master hands are invincible, so I bet against her, but I didn't expect ...just blame me for being young and frivolous."

He kept shaking his head, his face full of remorse.

Ye Fan continued: "Of course I know that senior agreed to bet not because of arrogance, but because he underestimated the enemy."

As soon as these words came out, Thief Saint stared even wider: "Is it possible that you really know her?"

Ye Fan didn't answer, but continued: "Because the person who bet with you is an immature girl."

Hearing this, Thief Saint fell silent, his heart was completely ashes.

It was as if his decades of life were just a joke.

He said slowly: "It seems that you really know her. I thought she would not appear in front of the world."

Now, it was Ye Fan's turn to be stunned.

Unexpectedly, it was really Yuan Yun?
He was just guessing at first, intending to try his luck, even if he guessed wrong, he could still come up with something along the way.

Unexpectedly, it was really her!

The patriarch's mischievousness is unparalleled, and he did not know how many injustices he caused.

In this way, things become simpler?

Because based on Ye Fan's understanding of Yuan Yun, her bet was probably a whim, a child's play mentality, and there was no need to make a count at all.

Poor this stubborn man actually ruined the rest of his life because of this sentence.

But he didn't know that Yuan Yun might have already forgotten about it.

Ye Fan smiled wryly and said, "Senior, because of this bet, you will never see the light of day for the rest of your life, and you really made a big fuss over a molehill."

"Ridiculous!" Thief Saint was furious, "How can a man make a fuss out of a molehill without saying a word? Don't say that the rest of my life will never see the light of day. Even if I marry her, I won't even frown."

What kind of metaphor is this?
But Ye Fan finally understood his determination.

Shaking his head wryly.

It seems that in order to get rid of this robber saint, Patriarch Yuanyun has to go out in person.

Ye Fan vaguely remembered that when Yuan Yun parted, he gave him a jade slip to summon her.

He handed over to Thief Saint: "Since senior insists on this, I don't want to disturb you. If I have free time, I will come to chat with senior again. At that time, I will definitely not forget to bring good tobacco."

Thief Saint also bowed his hands: "Little brother and I chatted well, I am looking forward to the next reunion."

……

Of course Ye Fan didn't give up.

It's just that the patriarch Yuanyun didn't want to show up in front of the disciples of the Water Dance Sect, so he had to wait until the dead of night to summon her.

It is night, and the moon is like frost.

Ye Fan walked out of the residence and took out the jade slip from his arms.

Under the moonlight, the jade slips shone with a cool halo, very beautiful.

"I remember, the formula for summoning the Patriarch is this..."

Picking up the jade slip, pouring water-attribute aura into it, chanting words in his mouth, which is the formula for summoning Yuan Yun.

After reading, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.

I just feel that my head is as big as a bucket.

That's right, the head is as big as a bucket.

It was as if there was a huge teapot on his head, hot and heavy.

Is it difficult?
Ye Fan raised his eyes, but there was darkness in front of his eyes.

His eyes were covered by a pair of small hands.

"Guess who I am~" The immature child's voice sounded above his head.