Chapter 133 The founding disciple!

Even though he had expected this, Zhang Fan did not expect that these previously domineering men in white would be slaughtered so quickly.

The blood seeped out from under the tiles like a stream and leaked into the restaurant. The blood drops fell to the floor, making a dripping sound that was extremely clear to Zhang Fan.

The person who made the move had already left, and Zhang Fan was too lazy to use his divine sense to look for him!
There is no point in having so much free time every day!

But who could this be?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a sentence.

"what!"

A slight groan was heard, and Zhang Fan was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that there was still a survivor among the corpses. He stepped lightly and stepped over several corpses. He stood beside the bodies of five people in white clothes who had fallen in an interlaced manner. Under the corpses was a face that still had a childish look on it.

A long sword pierced through his left chest and came out through his ribs. Zhang Fan could see at a glance that the young man was very lucky. The long sword just grazed his heart. A little further to the left would be a dead body. However, even if it did not pierce the heart, it would not be much different from piercing the heart. Of course, this was the case if it did not hit Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan just flicked it casually, and the boy groaned, and the sword flew out from his chest. Under the wrapping of spiritual power, there was no heavy bleeding!

Zhang Fan tapped several spots on the boy's chest to stop the bleeding.

He slapped the young man's chest again and injected a stream of spiritual power into it. The young man screamed, his upper body suddenly raised up, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The young man opened his eyes and saw the corpse in front of him. His eyes were wet, but he did not cry out loud. He just kept shedding tears. Zhang Fan reached out his hand and wanted to pull him up, but he refused.

The young man stood up and slowly turned around on the roof, looking at the miserable corpses in white on the roof one by one. Tears flowed even faster, but there was no expression on his face, not even a trace of hatred.

This young man is dressed elegantly!

"If you are scared and have nowhere to go for the time being, why don't you just follow me!"

Zhang Fan thought that it would be a good idea to find a guide. This young man was dressed so elegantly, he must be a boy from the Murong family!
The young man heard Zhang Fan's voice, turned around, and looked straight at Zhang Fan, but said nothing...

Zhang Fan didn't care and just grabbed the boy, jumped down from the roof, found an inn, and knocked on the door. The waiter stuck his head out, saw the blood-stained boy, and immediately retracted his head. While closing the door, he said, "Sorry, the inn is full."

Zhang Fan stretched out the long sword transformed from the fifth sword, and the door that was about to close was stuck and could no longer be closed.

“I don’t know if it’s full now.”

With a flick of his two fingers, a yellow large-denomination banknote shot out like a dart and embedded in the door panel. The banknote was given by Lin Xiner when he was in Wudi City, and Zhang Fan had no place to use it.

As expected, before the waiter said anything, a rather excited voice came out from the inn: "Let him in."

Judging from the momentum in the voice, it was the man who looked like the shopkeeper who spoke.

Now that the shopkeeper had spoken, the waiter dared not stop him.

Zhang Fan stepped into the gate, and the dull boy followed him in.

"A good guest room, find a doctor, and help this young man clean up. Prepare a good banquet. I think the banknote should be enough to pay the bill."

"Sir, this..."

It was the waiter's voice. Zhang Fan turned around and saw that the waiter was holding the banknote in one hand. He didn't know what to do.

Zhang Fan casually flicked out a finger of air, and the door panel made a crisp sound, and then the silver note burst out from the wooden board.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes.

"Waiter, take these two guests to the best guest room to rest."

Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the row of men dressed in martial arts clothes sitting on the railing on the second floor. A cold light flashed in his eyes. A series of staggering footsteps were heard, and the guests on the second floor disappeared one by one quickly, followed by the sound of doors closing.

Those who roam the world may not be good at martial arts, but they usually have a pair of sharp eyes, otherwise they will not live long.

Zhang Fan's move had already made some guys with ulterior motives back off, knowing that the idea was a difficult one.

The waiter was in front, and Zhang Fan and the other person followed behind, and they entered a simple but comfortable guest room.

In fact, the boy's internal injuries had basically healed, but there were some external injuries left, which looked a little scary. However, Zhang Fan was not capable of embroidery needle work, so he thought of calling a doctor.

After a while, an old man carrying a medicine box came up, checked the boy, cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and sewed it up with sheep intestines.

From beginning to end, the young man had a dazed look in his eyes, and did not cry out in pain, allowing the doctor to do what he wanted.

The old doctor performed the operation, took the money, gave some instructions on things to pay attention to, and then left.

Soon, the waiter brought up a few roast chickens, a pot of wine, a plate of beef, a plate of fennel beans, and a few other side dishes. Fortunately, there was no vinegar fish.

"If you are hungry, eat. I have almost cured your internal injuries. A little wine and meat will not hurt your body." Zhang Fan sat on the open windowsill. On the other side of the windowsill was the street and heavy buildings. It was getting dark.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind. He walked to the small table in the guest room, grabbed a roast chicken, and ate it vigorously, crying as he ate. Zhang Fan leaned against the windowsill. It was already dark outside, and a drizzle began to fall from the sky. There were almost no people on the road. Only the lanterns outside the inns were swaying in the wind. The street was very wide. Looking out from the windowsill, there was a banyan tree at the corner. It was very huge, with branches and leaves spreading out, covering a large area of ​​the ground, which was a bit depressing.

"What's your name?" Zhang Fan asked, looking out the window.

The young man just kept eating. Just when Zhang Fan thought he would refuse to answer again, he suddenly grabbed the wine jug on the table, drank it all in one gulp, then wiped his mouth, grabbed the long sword at his waist, and rushed out the door.

Wow!
A loud scream was heard outside the door, and then a few drops of blood splashed on the white gauze window outside the guest room. Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, and with a flick of his sleeves, a stream of spiritual energy had already penetrated into the young man's body through the air without the young man noticing.

Outside the window, the rain gradually got heavier, and the sound of dripping rain was endless. Zhang Fan quietly appreciated this rare small town rain scene. In his previous life, he had thought of finding a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, where he could live while typing. It would be even better if he could have a wife who spoke Wu dialect. Today he had experienced half of it.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of swords waving came from the rain. Zhang Fan looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that at the corner of the street, the huge banyan tree was shaking constantly, and large leaves fell down. Faint flashes of sword light could be seen through the gaps between the trees.

Zhang Fan swept his spiritual sense and found that the one practicing sword madly under the tree was the young man. Zhang Fan watched for a while and found that the young man's swordsmanship was sharp but not accurate enough, vicious but not smart enough. It can be said that it was completely unqualified. Is this the case with the Murong family?
Could he be a dandy?
It shouldn’t be Murong Fu!
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan floated down from the windowsill and hovered silently behind the young man like a light feather.

With a loud thunder, several blood-red sword lights shot out from behind Zhang Fan, appearing and disappearing in a flash. The strong sword energy stimulated the young man to turn his head suddenly, and under the lightning, his eyes revealed a beast-like light.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" Zhang Fan turned around and walked forward in the night breeze. A rustling sound came from behind him, and the huge banyan tree fell down with a loud bang and turned into pieces.

Those who had secretly opened a crack in the inn to observe also silently closed the window at this moment, with only horror in their eyes!

Zhang Fan thought, although the original novel did not mention that the Murong family had any side branches, this is a hodgepodge world after all, so it is not surprising that there are side branches. Supporting a side branch to become the head of the Murong family, and even his own disciple, seems to have its benefits!

The young man stood blankly in the rain, letting the raindrops slide down his forehead. Suddenly, he leaned over and knelt, looking somewhat unfamiliar.

He whispered in a low voice: "Master...Father..."

Zhang Fan pretended to sigh and stopped: "What's your name?"

"Mu…Rong…Long…Cheng…, Master…teach…me!" The young man lowered his head deeply, knocking his head heavily on the bluestone slab…

After this knock, he never got up again!

What the hell?
Murong Longcheng?

Fairy sister is gone!

This guy accepted disciples and helped them build a country!
This is Murong Fu’s ancestral heaven!

Actually, Zhang Fan still has selfish motives. After all, if the Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was given to the immortal cultivator, and an immortal cultivator version was created, it should be pretty good!

All of a sudden, the founder of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was given this job, but it seems like he still knows nothing!

Difficult!

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't reply, Murong Longcheng thought it was a test for him, so he kowtowed several times!
Fortunately, he didn't dare to look up. If he had looked up, he would definitely see Zhang Fan's expression as if he had eaten shit!

What did you do today?

Zhang Fan thought, there is no point in taking back the words since they have been said, after all, he is the founding disciple!

"Well! Let's get up!" Zhang Fan said.

Upon hearing this, Murong Longcheng kowtowed again and then stood up.

Since he is a disciple, how can I teach him things randomly? Besides, Murong Longcheng can break the void by his own strength!

It's a pity to waste such a good talent.

Zhang Fan used his spiritual energy and tapped Murong Longcheng's forehead. Murong Longcheng immediately fainted, and a blood-colored sword symbol also appeared on Murong Longcheng's forehead.

This is exactly the Blood Demon Sect's blood coagulation sword technique!

Zhang Fan sealed in all the skills below the foundation-building stage!
Murong Longcheng needs to break through each realm before he can obtain the skills for the next realm.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan used his telekinesis to guide Murong Longcheng back to the room.

He also asked the waiter of the inn to leave a letter for Murong Longcheng, asking him to practice hard and go all the way to Yuzhou City on his own as a form of training!

He also wrote down the addresses of his uncles so that he could seek help if he had any trouble!

As for why he was ambushed and killed, Zhang Fan didn't care about this question. It would be too tiring to care about everything!
If there is anyone who is really blind, just report him as the Thirteenth Young Master of Yuzhou!
Even if there really is someone who doesn't care about this, there are also several blood-shadow sword energies left by Zhang Fan in the sword talisman between Murong Longcheng's eyebrows. If you are not afraid of death, just give it a try!
Then he threw a few more silver bills, opened the window and flew out!
It's a ghost shadow!

When he reached the outside of the city and landed, his figure disappeared!
Enter the abandoned city!
Get benefits!
　Chapter two!

　　Just two chapters today, and continue tomorrow. My hands are going to get broken from typing on my phone in the hospital!

　　There will be a few chapters transitioning to the urban world, and then it will be the Rusty Iron chapter!
　　(Asking for votes!)

　　
　
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