The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

So when Ming Fan came out holding the Soul Breathing Wood, there was a huge crowd of people outside, and he couldn't get through.

When they saw that it was Ming Fan and others, the crowd burst into excited cheers.

Some of them called Liu Yiran, some called Xuan Ling, and some called other popular pharmacists. I could vaguely hear someone cursing Kong Zhu...

But the one with the highest popularity is still Ming Fan.

"Ming is crazy, no, Ming is crazy!"

I don’t know who started shouting, and the monks behind followed suit and shouted at Ming Fan.

The level of madness was so high that even though Ming Fan prided himself on being calm, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"Feng Feng, fly bravely! If anything goes wrong, you will bear the consequences!"

"Ming Fan! Ming Fan!"

"Crazy! Look at me, I was the one who had my eyes on you from the beginning!"

Ming Fan: "..."

Is she famous? I didn't expect that I could experience the feeling of being a star here.

She was not a shy person, and she smiled wickedly at everyone. When everyone saw her response, they shouted even louder.

Seeing this, Ming Fan flicked his hair in a showy manner and glanced around.

... and glanced around again...

You never know the full extent of things until you see them.

In the dense crowd, there were many 'Ming Fan', dressed in black, with their black hair raised high behind their heads by a red rope. Some of them were holding something in their hands - a white trident short spear, but it was naturally a fake.

There are both men and women inside, but regardless of gender, their outfits look like they were cast in the same mold.

Ming Fan's forehead twitched. If she didn't know before how fanatical these monks were towards her, now she had deeply experienced it.

She never dreamed that so many people would imitate her.

It is true that people are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. Many people rushed in front of Ming Fan at once.

Seeing these people dressed elegantly and with high levels of cultivation, Ming Fan didn't know who was who, but he could guess with his eyes closed that no matter where they were from, they were definitely not from Qi Ling Continent.

An elegant man in Taoist robes bowed to Ming Fan. Ming Fan stepped aside and looked at the man.

When the man saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Ming Fan to dodge.

People who become famous at such a young age are bound to be arrogant, but Ming Fan, on the other hand, does not seem to be arrogant or impatient.

"My name is Nie Sixiu, and I am a Confucian from Leichen Continent."

Nie Sixiu and Ming Fan were talking when he suddenly frowned, looked towards the west, his face fell, and he turned and ran away. The elegance he had just shown was completely gone.

Ming Fan looked at the man in confusion. Confucianism? Such a refined and elegant manner. I understand.

Nie Sixiu ran a few steps, turned back, and stuffed something into Ming Fan's hand.

"My friend, we will meet again in the future. We will meet again if we are destined to do so!"

After saying that, Nie Sixiu disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ming Fan frowned and looked at the thing in his hand, it was another sign.

Before she could react, a barrage of signs were thrown at her.

Everyone eventually introduced themselves.

After seeing what Nie Sixiu had done just now, they also realized that if they wanted to be friends with Ming Fan, they had to become familiar to her first.

"Oh my god... they are jealous of me winning the championship and want to kill me with a piece of iron."

Ming Fan looked at the tokens, tokens, and silk flying over...

There is nothing she can't see, only what she can't think of.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Ming Fan took the time to raise his head and look around, but he still couldn't find the figures of Mu Leshan and others, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

This is wrong, very wrong.

Le Shan, Mu Ronghua and the other two are playful and cheerful. They are usually the first to rush to the front row to watch the fun. The rest, Lin Wanshu and Xiao Yunyang, are usually calm and steady.

But now she hasn't seen any of them. Could something have happened?

Ming Fan was just thinking when someone pulled him from behind.

Xuan Ling squeezed over and came to Ming Fan's side. Her fellow disciples did not stop her this time.

Given Ming Fan’s current status, making friends with them would naturally bring more benefits than disadvantages.

"Congratulations. Mingfan, let's make a deal. If you have the chance to go to Leichen Continent in the future, remember to come and play with me at Caotang."

Xuan Ling winked at Ming Fan with a playful look, but in a moment, Xuan Ling was pushed out by the large group behind her.

Ming Fan smiled back, but before he could finish his words, Xuan Ling disappeared in front of him and the corner of his mouth twitched.

If you don’t run now, wait until later!

Ming Fan activated the Qingfeng Jue and hurriedly stuck two speed-escape talismans on his body. He then shot out like an arrow.

She still wanted to live, but she didn't want to be buried alive by this surging crowd today.

"Over there, over there!"

"Ming Fan has run away, hurry up and chase her. We must put the token of our Baihua Sect into her hands today!"

The chaotic scene just now became even more chaotic.

Ming Fan was running for his life in front, and a group of monks were chasing him desperately. This scene could only be described with a humorous word.

Just now, Xiao Jiachen and I completed the remaining steps, and the Pharmacist Conference came to an end.

They are standing here now and can leave at any time.

Liu Yiran and others couldn't help shaking their heads as they watched Ming Fan running away.

It’s so scary. For the first time, I actually felt that it’s not bad that I’m not at the top of the Heavenly Medicine List.

"Ming Fan, this time, can be considered..."

Wei Zhong, who was following behind Liu Yiran, snorted coldly, but before he could finish his words, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"But what?"

Wei Zhong turned around in disbelief and stared at Ming Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

He just saw her running away with his own eyes!

Ming Fan was seen holding in his arms the piece of Soul Breath Wood that he had not yet put away, the prize of this Four Continents Pharmacist Conference.

The smile on his face was nonchalant and asking for a beating. It looked like he was undoubtedly the real person.

"You, you, why did you come back so soon?"

Ming Fan put away the Soul Breath Wood in his hand, patted the dust off his hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Just a few puppet talismans."

It's not a problem for her at all.

What she cares most about now is Lin Wanshu and the others.

However, Mu Ming cannot be let go either.

Mu Ming seemed to sense something and also looked at Ming Fan.

As soon as their eyes met, the temperature around them suddenly dropped.

Yan Qingfeng stood in front of Mu Ming and glared at Ming Fan: "What do you want to do?!"

Ming Fan rubbed his wrists, raised the corners of his mouth, and uttered two words in Yan Qingfeng's surprised eyes.

"Fuck you."