I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

Zhu Zhengqi is also seriously looking at Yang Fan.

This young man, who seems to have a little bit of good looks and no other characteristics, can't see the depth.

Ming is not old enough next year, but his eyes are full of other melancholy and vicissitudes. The special mother is more happy than him. The old man of one hundred years old is like an old man.

It feels like an old monster that has been alive for hundreds of years, and it feels a bit flustered.

Also, if there is nothing in his breath, standing there is very easy and natural, just like being integrated with the surrounding environment, impeccable.

"Young man, I see that you breathe long, the atmosphere is restrained, and there are occasional flashes of light in your eyes. You are not, are you also a congenital level?"

Zhu Zhengqi asked some questions in an uncertain way to ask Yang Fan.

All the characteristics of Yang Fan are in line with the external performance of the innate strong man and man. The feeling of Zhu Zhengqi also tells him that this is the same martial art as him.

However, looking at the age of Yang Fan, it is only twenty-five or six years old. Even if he started practicing martial arts from the age of three, it would not be possible to have such a high achievement in just twenty years.

Therefore, Zhu Zhengqi has this question, because he can't believe that someone can be genius until he is only twenty years old.

If this is the case, then these 40-year-olds and even 80-90s will be the innate warriors. Haven’t they all lived on the dogs these years?

"Innate?"

Yang Fan stunned, and then suddenly, in some of Zhu Huanan's memory fragments, there are indeed some records about the innate realm, that is, before the spiritual recovery, the Huaxia warrior has another name for the realm of fading.

Only those who are extremely talented and who have achieved the ultimate in military training can have the opportunity to win the innate realm. Such a warrior is extremely rare, and it is often fortunate that one of the same generation of warriors can be born.

In an age when spiritual power is extremely thin or even there is no spiritual power at all, these people can rely on their own internal strengths, and they have spent decades of work. Once they have faded, their martial arts talent is absolutely in the millions. No one.

Such a person, if placed in the West Chu City period, in the end of the spiritual concentration is extremely strong, is definitely a strong existence that can surpass the guru level!

"I can barely count as half a congenital martial artist." Yang Fan nodded modestly and said: "After all, compared with the real innate martial arts predecessors, my road is still far away, but I took it by myself. The congenital threshold is really very good."

The innateness of the three levels of the Wushu, in the eyes of the innate warriors of this era, should be the weakest and most innate, right?

“Tricky?” Zhu Zhengqi thought and moved, and asked: “Because the spirits you discovered together with Cai Wei yesterday? Hearing Wei Wei said that you actually ate three, can you?”

In the mouth, Zhu Zhengqi’s heart is almost certain. Yang Fan’s innate realm must have been piled up by the three holy women. Otherwise, there will never be a twenty-something in this world. The congenital martial art appeared.

I personally experienced the amazing energy contained in the fruit, and Zhu Zhengqi has no doubt about this.

This is definitely a big chance!

Unfortunately, a large part of it is cheap to give this young man.

Yang Fan did not explain too much, but only slightly nodded his approval. This is a good explanation, and he can save a lot of his tongue.

"The kind of fruit, is there?"

Zhu Zhengqi’s eyes flashed a trace of greed. No one can maintain a normal heart when faced with such a heavenly treasure.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "There is no time."

"However," Yang Fan said, and Zhu Zhengqi's gaze could not help but become more eager: "The saint fruit tree is still there, maybe a little more time, and there will be new fruits."

"And, there is not only a demon-like demon plant in this world. If Mr. Zhu Lao is interested, he may wish to look elsewhere, maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

Zhu Zhengqi took a deep breath, and the greedy color in his eyes gradually converges. Yang Fan said it is quite good. There is more than one sacred fruit tree in Dongcheng in this world. He does not need to hang himself on a tree.

Based on the human and financial resources of their Zhu family, it is not a problem to want to obtain the ownership of these variants in a short period of time.

"Ha ha ha, thank you little brother reminded, this person, Zhu remembered."

Zhu Zhengqi solemnly rushed Yang Fan to hold a punch. This is a unique etiquette between the warriors. "And, the gift of the little brothers last night, Zhu will also remember in mind, if the younger brother encounters any difficulties in the future, Come to me directly."

"Mr. Zhu Lao is very polite. That saint fruit is something that belongs to Miss Zhu. You want to use it as your own thing. I can't take it."

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head gently, and did not take Zhu Zhengqi's promise as a matter of fact.

In the end times, the most unbelievable is the promise. The most unrecognizable is the human heart.

After all, not all of the human beings are those who are arrogant and fearless, and those who choose to rely on the sorcerer's knives behind their own compatriots, as well as those who care about their lives and deaths, are not in the minority.

Yang Fan's heart is translucent. Zhu Zhengqi just saw his eyes are not normal. Especially when referring to Lingguo, the greedy color in his eyes flashed past. God knows if he will enmity and want to kill people.

Yang Fan has never placed his safety on the goodwill and compassion of others.

He deliberately throws out the sacred fruit tree and other information about the demon planting to Zhu Zhengqi, just to eliminate the guilty heart of Zhu Zhengqi's heart. Now, it seems that the effect is not bad.

On the one hand, it is a congenital martial art who is not good enough to be worse than him. On the one hand, it is easy to get the lord of the lord. Zhu Zhengqi knows what kind of choice is most beneficial to him as long as he is not stupid.

At the moment, Yang Fan does not want to get into trouble. Before the end of the world, it is his most urgent need to upgrade his strength quickly.

Of course, if Zhu Zhengqi really doesn't have a long eye, he has to go through with him. Yang Fan doesn't mind giving him a profound lesson. Even if he is the grandfather of the South China Master, he can't be used to it.

Zhu Zhengqi said: "The little brother is polite, the cause and effect of the matter, Cai Wei has already told me in detail, if it is not the little brother's derogatory shot, the picking may be unexpected, anyway, this is the little brother to me Zhu The virtues of the family cannot be forgotten."

Zhu Zhengqi spoke very enthusiastically, and he was able to insert a knife for Yang Fan's two ribs, but the action was delayed.

Yang Fan said that he was very disappointed.

I am grateful to have a fart. If it is sincere, if it is directly discounted, is it better?

It is a pity that he is still a face-to-face person, and these words can only be thought out in my heart.

The crisis in the villa was temporarily lifted, Zhu Zhengqi informed the helicopter to land, Zhu Caiwei and Zhu Huawu came to the living room.

As soon as he came in, Zhu Caiwei ran to Yang Guo and hugged the little girl in his arms. He was excited: "The fruit is really scared to death, you are all right!"

Yang Guo saw an acquaintance and also held Zhu Caiwei intimately. "Sister Wei Cai is relieved, I am fine. You see that I am not good now?"

Zhu Caiwei suddenly let go of Yang Guo and circled her for two laps. It was confirmed that she did not suffer a little injury. Then she really settled down. She took her little hand and sat down next to her. She asked: "Follow my sister." Talk about what happened, why didn't I call you before?"

Yang Guo’s hand smart watch is still worn on her wrist and it looks like there is no problem.

When I heard Zhu Caiwei ask, Yang Guo raised his right hand and glanced at it. He found that there were indeed two missed calls on the watch. He was embarrassed to scratch his head and said: "Maybe because I was too scared at the time, I didn't notice. The vibration of the wristband."

"Sister Wei, you don't know how terrible things happened in our house today!"

Yang Guoxin said with a sigh of relief: "First, your little turtle suddenly grew up in a circle~www.wuxiahere.com~ actually learned to walk with two feet, and it was still fast, too scary!"

"Then my fat suddenly went crazy, and I ate a bite to eat your little turtle. After that, the fat began to get bigger and bigger, and it grew bigger and bigger. In the end, it grew taller than me. It is right. I grinned and wanted to rush to bite me!"

"When I was scared, I screamed on the ground, and then Yang Fan’s brother arrived. He killed me and saved me."

Zhu Caiwei heard that he couldn't help but cast his gaze on Yang Fan. He was grateful in his eyes: "Yang Fan, thank you, today is thanks to you!"

Yang Fan shrugged and said: "You are welcome, this is my scope of responsibility. But the fat cat is actually... forget it, or not."

Yang Fan originally wanted to explain the cause of the death of the fat cat, but eventually gave up. If Yang Guo knew that she actually killed the cat, she was afraid to scream.

The destructive power of this primary school student is not something that can be resisted.

"You don't have to say it, I understand!"

Zhu Caiwei nodded hard to Yang Fan and said: "I was wrong at the police station. You are right. You can't really turn the pets into a monster that eats people and counter their masters!"

"The ridiculous thing is that I was still laughing at you at the time that you were persecuted with paranoia. Now it seems that the real ridiculous person is me!"

The facts were in front of me, and Zhu Juwei did not believe it, especially when she saw the giant black Tibetan Mastiff, which was nearly three meters high, standing up from the sofa behind Yang Fan. She almost scared her urine.

This dog she knows.

It is the heart of the bodyguard Artest, named "Black Lion."