My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 769

In Ye Fan's heart.

Fatty Hu is a tenacious and persistent person.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a strong backlog of spiritual energy in his body to help him break through the energy.

But not now.

After reaching his psychological goal, the fat man seemed to be a different person.

Recently, I have been in the relaxation stage, and I have no desire to be strong at all.

"Ah? Still practicing! I've been practicing for over an hour."

"That's a fart! Don't think that you can sit back and relax after becoming a Huajin warrior. Just like you, any grandmaster can beat you a hundred."

"If I were you, I would definitely practice desperately while I was beside you, and if you don't understand, just ask."

Ye Fan looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Fatty Hu naturally knows the truth.

It's just that he's a little resentful.

"Brother Fan, why don't you practice?"

"I?"

Ye Fan pointed to his nose.

"You compare with me?"

"Do you know how long it took me to become a master from cultivation?"

The fat man shook his head dully.

"Less than half a year."

"what?"

The latter was in shock.

How can it be?

His father was Qiongqi all his life, he had practiced for more than [-] years and now he was only at the peak of Huajin.

How could Ye Fan have such a sky-high speed?
"Still comparing with me, no one who can compare with Lao Tzu has yet to be born."

"So, I advise you to keep your feet on the ground and surpass yourself."

Say it.

Ye Fan continued to lie on the bed like a salted fish.

And Fatty Hu fell into infinite reverie...

Ugh!
Although what Ye Fan said was somewhat Versailles, it was the truth.

What right do you have to waste your time?

Poor talent, if you don't practice hard, you will be left behind sooner or later.

Immediately, the fat man's eyes were blazing with flames of war!

"I understand, Brother Fan, I will definitely cultivate hard."

But his answer was a shallow snore.

Uh... fell asleep now?
too fast.

Fatty smiled wryly, and silently entered the cultivation state.

Time passed quickly, and it was the third day.

Ye Fan yawned and stretched.

Teaching everyone how to sing these two days really exhausted him.

"Let's go, the time for the pot fight is coming soon, let's reap the benefits of the fisherman."

Don't think about it, it's nothing.

Just thinking about Fatty Hu made me tremble with fear.

"Brother Fan, do you think we can do it? Cheng Ju and the others are so numerous, what if we can't beat them?"

Ye Fan said angrily: "Look at your cowardice, why don't you cultivate well? How dare you be lazy?"

"hey-hey!"

"Don't worry, it's no problem to clean up a few of them."

Ye Fan changed his clothes and cleaned up everything around him.

Fatty Hu looked at it in a daze.

But it's not surprising either.

If people can take it out, they can naturally put it away.

"By the way, Brother Fan, what if they didn't wait for us, but directly won the pot match?"

"First, winning the pot championship is not important to us at all, including your father, who doesn't care too much. It's a good thing to get it, and it's nothing if you don't get it."

"Secondly, Cheng Ju was teased by us, so it's impossible not to want revenge, and the war of seizing the pot can kill people at will, this is his best chance, and he will definitely not give up." Ye Fan said lightly.

"Then I know, I'll be ready to fight in a while."

Fatty Hu was full of fighting spirit and wanted to test the results of these two days of cultivation.

As the two gradually walked towards the exit.

Figures of Cheng Ju and the others slowly appeared.

"Master, they are here!"

"Great! Finally let me see them. All the sins I have suffered in the past few days will be washed away on them."

Cheng Ju felt bitter.

They are not strong enough, and they can only rely on Zhao Wuchang if they want to win the others.

And he has the fire element aura, so it's impossible to keep a complete set of clothes after a fight.

So, they are still the same as before.

It is appalling.

His body was dirty, and there were mosquito bite wounds everywhere.

"Okay, I will unscrew Ye Fan's head and kick it for the young master."

Ye Fan and the two came.

He raised his eyes.

"I'll go, why are there so many beggars in the battle for the pot?"

"Isn't this too scary?"

Fatty Hu laughed out loud.

"Brother Fan, they are all members of the Cheng family, not beggars."

"The beggar outfit is popular now? Don't take a bath for three days?"

"may be."

The ridicule of the two was like a bayonet, every word pierced into the hearts of Cheng Ju and others.

The eyes of each of them are extremely scarlet.

I can't wait to rush up and tear Ye Fan to pieces.

But they were not strong enough, so they could only secretly feel sad and pin their hopes on Zhao Wuchang.

"You two tortoises finally appeared." Cheng Ju said viciously.

"Fatty, who is he talking about?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm talking about myself! These two days we wandered all over the mountains, but we didn't find any trace of them."

"I guess they dug a hole and hid it, for fear of being killed by us!"

Fatty Hu still has the ability to talk nonsense.

You don't even need to type a draft if you are bragging.

When Cheng Ju heard this, he was furious.

He should say this.

For three days, they never stopped, and they kept looking for Ye Fan and the others.

But they seemed to have disappeared, and they couldn't even find any footprints.

The main reason is that the range of mountains and forests is too large.

If there is no fate, I really can't find it.

"Fart! Obviously you are hiding."

"By the way, we killed Zhong Ru and the Huang family before, where have you all gone?"

"Hmph, that's nice to say, let's compare who has more kettles?"

Saying that, he waved his hand.

Several kettles fell to the ground, making a big splash.

Ye Fan glanced at it.

There are seven or eight.

It is estimated that everything except the two of them was robbed by Cheng Ju.

"Hey, it's a good deal."

Ye Fan said lightly: "You think I didn't meet anyone else, but they were all snatched by you. Naturally, I don't have a kettle."

"As for Zhong Ru, he was burned to a dead body. If you go ahead, I will go behind."

"But you ran too fast and didn't catch up with you."

what?
Cheng Ju was shocked.

More regrets!
I...was so close to Ye Fan?
No one knew that Zhong Ru was burned to death.

Ye Fan must have really seen it.

Depend on!
If I had known earlier, I would have walked a little slower.

I'm furious!

"Hmph, it's not too late to meet now."

Cheng Ju gritted his teeth.

"Stop talking nonsense, Wuchang, help me get rid of him."

"No problem, master."

Immediately, he walked out of the crowd slowly, hooked his fingers at Ye Fan, as if he wanted to challenge him one-on-one.

When did Ye Fan coax?

But he didn't fight immediately, but whispered.

"Fatty, bet 1000 yuan, I can get him to report his name, home address, and age."

"what?"

Fatty Hu was startled, with a look of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)