Yang Fan continued to laugh and said, "I'm just guessing it casually. Look at your expression, it should be true? Well... I wonder what the sect leader is asking me for? It shouldn't be that I'm asking me to restore their skills, right?"

"Hmph!" Lei Minglong lowered his face and stopped talking, and then walked straight into it.

Yang Fan, who had already arrived here, did not retreat at all and followed him into it.

"Senior Brother Wan, Yang Fan is here!" When he went in, he saw someone sitting inside. Lei Minglong immediately reported, and then retreated to the door, as if he was guarding against Yang Fan to escape.

Yang Fan had already walked in and looked at the ten thousand sect master who was nearly 600 years old. On the surface, this man did not have the style of a sect leader at all, but he looked more like a kind village cadre. He was wearing ordinary clothes, neither Tang suits nor long gowns, nor very modern trends. He was like a very ordinary little old man. In addition to his ordinary appearance, his aura was also very ordinary, and he was not at all wrong with Lei Minglong's domineering appearance. At first glance, he couldn't even look like a martial arts practitioner!

But Yang Fan felt that this ten thousand gates were much more dangerous than the Thunder Dragon!

For example, Thunder Dragon is like a rabies with grinning teeth, which makes people who see it feel frightened and scared, while the Master of Wanmen is like a dog with his tail shaking and not barking - a dog that does not bark only bites people!

"Minglong, you go out first, and ask someone to prepare some food and drink to entertain guests." Master Wan waved his hand and asked Lei Minglong to go out.

Yang Fan walked over. "You are the boss of Wanmen, right? You don't have to eat anymore. I've already had breakfast."

"Please sit!" The master of Wanmen invited Yang Fan to sit down kindly, and politely poured tea for him: "I am the master of this place forever. In order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, I specially soaked the dragon well in front of the rain for you."

Yang Fan sat down and looked at him with a smile: "I dare not drink Boss Wan's tea casually! I fought with Po Jun. After I was defeated, a Breaking Formation came to chase me; after I was defeated, a higher-level Thunder Dragon came. I was very slim and suspected that Boss Wan would poison the tea, wouldn't I be dead?"

"Haha, that's true. Then I'll drink it first to show my sincerity." Wan Guliu was not angry, and directly poured tea in the same teapot, and then blew it gently and started drinking it slowly, in order to indicate that it would not be fake. He also swallowed it in a big mouthful.

Yang Fan also picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said seriously: "Boss Wan, just say it if you have something to do! We are not a cornered person, and the smiley tiger is the most annoying. I have ruined the internal skills of your two important disciples in Wanmen. You will still treat me as a guest of honor. I am willing to believe you will not believe it!"

Wan Gu exiled to the teacup: "Okay, then I'll tell you clearly! Since ancient times, it has been said that enemies should be resolved rather than formed. Ye Pojun is my disciple of Wanmen. He is just going out to exercise and is young and energetic. It is not strange to offend masters. But it is already serious enough to interrupt his hands and feet. Why do you still have to crush his bones to the point of being disabled? Why do you still have to nullify his internal strength? As a warrior, you should understand better than anyone else that this pair of martial arts is more cruel than killing him!"

"I know, but if I am the one who is not as good as others, I may be worse than him. So if I choose to take action, there is only victory or defeat, and there is no cruelty at all." Yang Fan said calmly.

"What about Liu Po ​​Formation? Why did he waste his skills? Do you know how many years he has practiced? Thirty years! No less than thirty years of hard practice will be destroyed by you. What else do you have to say?"

Thirty years... No wonder it is so fierce. It is much better than Pojun. Yang Fan muttered secretly, and then sighed: "Thirty years ago, Breaking the Formation was only about ten years old! That's just that, I'm still ignorant, and I have to study and practice boxing and kicking. How much time can I have to practice my internal skills? Don't cheat me! You'll find an old senior to lose later. Wouldn't you throw your white hair and dentures on the table? Eighty years of skill? Let's talk about it..."

Yang Fan pointed to the wound on his waist: "I'm still injured here. This is on the flying knife that broke the formation. My friend was almost shot by him. You just sympathize with him. Is our life in the total of more than 40 years not as good as his thirty years of practice?"

"..." Wan Guliu was silent for a moment.

"Boss Wan understands people, and should not say that our lives are like ants. Your disciples' skills are like gods, right?" Yang Fan knocked on the table: "So? Then what? Just say anything, just say it, stop going around in circles. Just like Lei Minglong caught me, I never complained about his problems."

Wan Guliu looked at Yang Fan for a long time, then sighed: "You are indeed a talent, you guessed this..."

Yang Fan was speechless. Do you need talents to guess this? Are you a black "talent"?

"Enemy should be resolved rather than made up!" Wan Guliu emphasized again, and then said in a mysterious way: "You are a capable person, but we are not weak. You shouldn't be willing to fight with us, so you deliberately came back with Minglong, right?"

Yang Fan was a little surprised, but just as he realized that the other party was stronger than Lei Minglong when he came in, it was not too surprising to see that he did it on purpose. "So what?"

"So, as long as you can restore their skills, I can ignore the injuries of the skin, muscles and bones. Things will be eliminated, and everyone can cooperate and become friends."

Yang Fan asked back, "Can you restore the broken things? I will only abolish them, but I will not recover them. This is not to play games, and the recovery potion for playing games is not cheap, right? By the way, Boss Wan, do you play games? What profession do you like to play?"

"..." Wan Guliu's kind expression began to feel a little unbearable, "I don't play games! Can you stop calling me Boss Wan?"

Yang Fan nodded seriously and then asked again: "Well, that's the big brother?"

Wan Guliu said in a deep voice: "Okay! Don't do this with me. Minglong and others will be fooled by you. I will not be fooled by you at this age. Let me tell you directly: Now I will give you two ways, one way is to restore their skills, and I can live without any blame. I have just told you. You said there is no way; the other way is to tell me how to abolish their skills, and see if I find some seniors to study it, and if I can find a way to restore them!"

"Oh—" Yang Fan dragged his voice and looked at him with a smile: "So that's it! You asked Lei Minglong to hurry to Hua'an, it turned out to be for me, not your precious disciple; you just treated me like a guest of honor, and also for being able to draw my skills! Tsk tsk, is this the style of the boss of Wanmen? Coveting other martial arts is a taboo. Don't Wanmen know? Will I be able to inquire about the kung fu of Wanmen?"

"Hmph!" Wan Guliu snorted coldly: "What kind of person is I Wan Guliu? How can you know the inheritance of my Wanmen? I need to covet your tricks of carving insects? Now you are the one who hurt me, I will give you a way to remedy! In order to prove that I have no such heart, I will call some seniors in the martial arts world, and I will not participate. As long as I can restore the skills of Pojun and Po Formation, I will recognize you even if you are ridiculed by you. Anyway, I am not the person you said! Besides, what era is now? Are you still guarding your own opinions? Are you a person from the 21st century or a person from the 19th century?"

"Hehe!" Yang Fan just smiled.

Wan Guliu's face turned red. In order to achieve his goal, he tried his best to achieve his goal in a while. He used all the goodwill, persuasion, and threats, but the other party's oil and salt were still disgusting. He made him very frustrated.

When did he behave like this by young juniors? In the Wanmen, everyone is very awe. And the Wanlong enterprise has also made a big deal in the past few years and is also a person who has contributed to the local area. Even if the local leaders see it, they must respect it!

"Young man, I've given you the road. It's your decision not to choose!" Wan Guliu said and stood up, then slapped the table suddenly, and the water cup in front of him jumped up. He then used his hand to slam it and immediately smashed it at Yang Fan. Before the cup arrived, the tea inside had already blocked all the space in front of Yang Fan!

Yang Fan was also waiting for him to turn against him. When he saw that he had taken action, he immediately overturned the entire table and threw it in front of Wan Guliu!

Wanju Liu's movements were very casual, but his internal strength was not as magical as it could be. However, the cup had a great lethality, so the water was splashed on his face and it made people feel disgusting.

Yang Fan was more direct. The entire table was lifted towards him, and the teacup was all over the kettle above and the teacup fell to Wanjuliu's body. Even if he was determined to maintain the style of a master, he would not want to be covered in water.

In desperation, Wan Guliu still had to step back a few times, then kicked the table forward and kicked the table toward Yang Fan again, while the others still fell to the ground.

At this moment, Yang Fan had already slid several steps, and then took a step outside and jumped out.

He is arrogant but not reckless!

But based on observation, I already knew that Wan Guliu was not a good person. Now that I saw his casual action, I have seen that his skills are much higher than Lei Minglong!

If his body is not in a state of mind, he will not only not retreat, but also be very excited to fight with him and experience the level of a master. But now that he knows what the other party wants, if it falls into their hands, there will definitely be no good results. And if he is injured on his waist, even if he fights Lei Minglong, he will pull the wound open. This will fight with the more powerful Wanguliu head-on, and if his strength is greatly reduced, he will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

This is the core ancestral hall of Wanmen, but not everyone has the ability to flow forever. Yang Fan rushed out to make the situation even more chaotic!

Wan Guliu sneered behind him, and as the table fell, he quickly raised his foot and hooked the stool he had just sat on was hooked up by him, and then kicked Yang Fan in the back!

Hearing the howling sound behind, Yang Fan, who had already rushed to the door, did not dodge, and even faster, rushed out, then dodged to the side, avoiding the stool that was smashing over.

Wan Guliu didn't hold it big, kicking out the stool just to delay Yang Fan. This little old man who looked like an ordinary person had already rushed over like an eagle and falcon, with his claws like hooks, chasing Yang Fan's back. Before Yang Fan could even get to the side, he grabbed his hospital uniform!
Chapter completed!