Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Half a day later...

Over an inaccessible mountain range, Wu Fan and the old man with a long beard were flying at high speed.

The two of them hardly spoke much along the way. They only occasionally chatted, but most of them were useless nonsense.

Among them, Wu Fan almost never talked without reason, but the old man would make insinuations from time to time, asking for Wu Fan's details in a subtle way.

In this regard, Wu Fan was naturally talking nonsense, and the other party was confused.

As for the rest of the time, the two of them kept walking in silence, as if they had their own concerns.

However, when they entered this mountain range, Wu Fan started talking more and started asking various questions.

"This fellow Taoist is here now. Shouldn't you also tell Xu who your friend is? We will meet sooner or later, so why hide anything!"

Wu Fan's eyes flashed with black light. After turning his head and looking around, he looked at the people beside him and asked seemingly casually.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Xu can't trust me? Don't worry, that friend of mine is just an early-stage monk. With your cultivation, Fellow Daoist Xu, even if the two of us join forces, we will not be your opponent at all. What's more, I'm just doing this with you on behalf of my best friend. Transaction, no other ideas.”

The old man with a long beard raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and spoke without blushing and without a beating heart. His expression was solemn and solemn, and he didn't look like he was lying. It was obvious that he could see Wu Fan's thoughts.

"Fellow Taoist was joking. Xu didn't mean that. It's just my personality. I really don't want to do business with strangers without knowing the situation."

When Wu Fan heard this, his face remained calm and he shook his head slightly to explain.

"Fellow Daoist Xu is really a cautious person. In that case, it doesn't hurt to tell you. My friend's name is "Meng Qingyang". Have you ever heard of Daoist Xu?"

The long-bearded old man smiled slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he turned his head and stared into Wu Fan's eyes and said, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

As a result, he was surprised the next moment, because as soon as he said this, Wu Fan looked surprised.

"Meng Qingyang! Could it be that Fellow Daoist is talking about Fellow Daoist Meng who is revered as "Venerable Yunlong" in Qianzhou?"

After Wu Fan exhaled softly, his face suddenly darkened again, and his eyes met the other person's gaze.

"Hey...! Why, has Xu Daoyou heard about my friend?"

Seeing this, the old man with a long beard lost his composure and couldn't help but let out a startled expression. Then, with his eyes shaking, he pretended to be calm and asked.

"Hmph! Not only have I heard about it, we have met some time ago, but as far as I know, he doesn't have any "Purple Black Iron"! This fellow Taoist, I don't know why you took me to find him!"

Wu Fan's fleeing figure stopped abruptly, his face suddenly turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"What, this, how is this possible? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Xu has remembered the wrong person?"

The old man with a long beard was horrified when he heard what he said, and hurriedly stepped away to a distance. Although he was still pretending to be calm, judging from the stumbling when he spoke, it was obvious that something was wrong with him.

"Hmph! I remembered the wrong person. Tell me, is there another monk of the same level named Meng Qingyang in Qianzhou?"

Wu Fan put his hands behind his back, stared at the other person coldly, with no surprise on his face, and asked again in a deep voice.

"This...! I think Taoist Fellow Daoist must have misunderstood. Fellow Daoist Meng attaches great importance to that material. People from the outside generally don't know it. Could you tell me that it's because he feels that Fellow Daoist has a high level of cultivation, so he is afraid of you...!" "

The old man with a long beard looked uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he smiled and tried to find an excuse to excuse himself.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cold snort.

"Hmph! Okay, let's not talk nonsense anymore. You and I should open the skylight and talk openly! Fellow Daoist Yin, do you really think I don't know you are lying to me?"

Wu Fan waved his hand, looking impatient, and then asked with a sneer on his face, but his face was full of ridicule.

"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Xu?"

Hearing the other party call out his surname, the long-bearded old man was silent for a moment, but the next moment, he was surprisingly no longer afraid, but calmed down. He also narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, but in his eyes, hatred could clearly be seen. .

"To be honest, even if Fellow Daoist Yin didn't lie to me, I was still preparing to meet you. Because of this, at the exchange meeting, I knew you were lying, but I chose to pretend not to know. This is I want to talk to you alone. There are no outsiders here. You can say whatever you want. Oh, by the way, you should know who I am now."

Wu Fan looked at him and did not continue to talk nonsense, but calmly pierced the window paper.

That's right, this old man is none other than Yin Wanliang, the person Meirou was talking about back then.

I remember that at the exchange meeting that year, he accidentally killed a Jindan monk during a blood attack. His name was Zheng Shijie, and he was Yin Wanliang's disciple.

A few days ago, he heard from the elders of the Chamber of Commerce that Yin Wanliang had invited his sworn brother Sima Yan out of the mountain. He was upset about this. After some consideration, he decided to talk to this person to see if he could resolve the matter. After all, he can be more relaxed without a big monk to chase him, not to mention that the other party is a member of the three major demon sects.

Unexpectedly, at the exchange meeting, he unexpectedly met this Yin Wanliang. He didn't know whether this person really wanted to participate in the exchange meeting, or whether he was deliberately using the exchange meeting to find him. In short, when he met this person, He was also startled for a moment, so he looked at this person a few more times at that time.

Then he followed the current and followed this person here, pretending not to know.

However, he did not dare to go forward, because not far from Lezhen City, Yin Wanliang sent out a communication note on the pretext of sending a message to his friend.

If nothing unexpected happened, the transmission note was to inform Sima Yan. Calculating the time, that person should arrive here in another day, and maybe there will be others.

Naturally, Wu Fan would not be stupid enough to continue walking. It happened to be far away from Lezhen City and still uninhabited, so it was a good place.

As for the matter about Meng Qingyang, he was naturally telling nonsense. Although he had learned about this man from the elders of the Chamber of Commerce, they had not interacted with him. He only said those words to test Yin Wanliang.

As for him being able to recognize Yin Wanliang, there is nothing surprising about it. Not only this person, but also Xu Shuotian, Sima Yan and other people who were chasing him, he could also recognize it, because Meirou had given him the information of these people back then. portrait.

"Hmph! It seems that you are really Wu Fan. I was not sure before and wanted to test it out, but I didn't expect you to be so deep-minded. Instead, I was tricked by you."

Yin Wanliang took a deep breath after hearing this, and no longer acted for fun, but snorted coldly and said, but at this time, the look of hatred on his face became even stronger, and his eyes seemed to want to cut Wu Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.

This scene made Wu Fan frown slightly. It seemed that the other party and his disciple really had a deep relationship.

If this is the case, it may be difficult to persuade the other party to let go of their grudges.