Chapter 10 Zhuang Yufan

This is a middle-aged man, with handsome skills and a tall figure, which is enough to convince many disciples of the grass hall building.

"Master." Hundreds of people saluted in unison, which was spectacular.

At this time, Zhang Laoer's pig-killing voice sounded again, "Old Zhuang, if you dare to let your disciples hit me, my Zhang family is at par with you."

Zhuang Yufan took a lot of effort to recognize that the pig's head was the second son of the Zhang family, and a serious face suddenly became bright.

"Son Zhang, who hurt you like this?" Zhuang Yufan asked with a straight face, and Tang Lei suddenly felt a strong interest in him. This is a wonderful person.

Zhang Laoer roared, "Isn't it just you damn apprentices?"

Zhuang Yufan turned his head and asked, "Who hit Mr. Zhang?"

"Sum"

Several disciples of the grass hall building beside Zhang Laoer suddenly dispersed. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Laoer was left with his own people.

Zhuang Yufan smiled bitterly at Zhang Laoer and said helplessly, "Sir Zhang, you see, no one admits it."

"You..." Zhang Laoer was very angry. After thinking about it, he was not an opponent of Mr. Zhuang at all. Instead of humiliating himself, it would be better to go back to Bing Ming's father and let him come forward for himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Laoer turned over and stood up, kicked his half-dead men around him, and said, "Get up, go back first, and come back to deal with these people."

The Zhang family got up and walked out one after another. If they couldn't climb, the disciples of the grass hall building would 'goodly' send them a ride.

Tang Lei stared at Zhuang Yufan's back and smiled secretly in his heart. What kind of master is there and what kind of apprentice there is? This old man really has an appetite for him.

As soon as the Zhang family left, Zhuang Yufan returned to the front hall and immediately turned black and said angrily, "Who asked you to take action? Don't you know how troublesome it will be next?"

You look at the ceiling, and I look at the bamboo wall, but none of them look at him.

Zhuang Yufan also knows the virtues of his disciples, and he doesn't really intend to investigate. In addition to being afraid of trouble, who else has Zhuang Yufan been afraid of?

After training his apprentice, Zhuang Yufan walked to Tang Lei and the other three, glanced at the three of them, looked at Tang Lei twice, and then only looked at Su Zimeng.

Tang Lei was secretly happy. It seemed that his disguise could not only be hidden from ordinary people, but even the masters would not pay attention to it.

"Su's niece, I haven't seen her for many years, and she has grown up. It's really time to urge people to grow old." Zhuang Yufan shook his head like a storyteller.

Su Zimeng gently put down the veil, showed her peerless face, and smiled, "My niece met Uncle Zhuang. Before going out, my father told me that I must invite my uncle to visit Youteng County to comfort the pain of lovesickness."

Some disciples of the grass hall who were reluctant to leave opened their eyes and stared for a moment. It was not a pity to miss such a beautiful scenery.

To be honest, Ye Zixuan is already very beautiful. If he is left in the crowd, the return rate will be 90%.

But in terms of appearance, Su Zimeng is actually more than one or two points more beautiful than her. If you leave her on the street and don't mention how high the turnover rate is, even the traffic may be congested.

Zhuang Yufan was also shocked by her beauty for a long time before he said, "Su Bai's old guy is not good-looking. Why did he give birth to such a beautiful daughter as you? Hahaha, and niece, it's not a good child to lie. How can your father say such a cruel thing? It must be you... Hahaha."

"Auncle..." Su Zimeng blushed and acted coquettishly. In terms of her understanding of her father, she may indeed be not as good as Zhuang Yufan.

"Okay, okay, I won't make fun of you. What's wrong with you coming this time?" Zhuang Yufan had no intention to know which temple monk Tang Lei was. Under Su Zimeng's face, he was completely unnoticed.

Su Zimeng's eyes darkened and said, "My uncle should know the ten-year martial arts period between Shanhai Pavilion and Beixuanmen, right?"

Zhuang Yufan nodded and said, "I know, old man Jiang from Beixuanmen has been fighting with your father for decades. The martial arts meeting every ten years is famous in the seven counties of Ziqi, but what does this have to do with your coming to Liuteng County?"

Su Zimeng's eyes turned red and said, "To be honest, my father was plotted half a month ago, and his life was in danger..."

Zhuang Yufan smashed the wooden table in front of him with a slap and asked with a calm face, "Are you worried about your life?"

Su Zimeng was a little moved. Qiong's nose was sore and she almost cried. "Master Chu of Fang Cunshan took action and saved his father. There is no worry about his life for the time being."

Zhuang Yufan pressed his nervousness and asked, "Did you find out who did it?"

Su Zimeng shook his head, "There is no clue."

Zhuang Yufan nodded. He had guessed the purpose of Su Zimeng's coming here. Shanhai Pavilion and Beixuanmen will be held in more than half a month than the fighting period. The three masters of Shanhai Pavilion are now one less, and it is difficult to suppress Beixuanmen.

However, he has worse news to tell Su Zimeng.

"Your brother was also assassinated."

"What?" Su Zimeng and Ye Zixuan both jumped up.

In terms of the most popular young martial artists in recent years, there are two of the seven counties of Ziqi, one is the holy water of Bazhi County - Cang'er, and the other is the little madman of Youteng County - boundless.

With their supreme posture, the two entered the ranks of strong people before the age of 30, which is a great honor.

In Su Zimeng's eyes, her brother was an omnipotent figure. When she was young, he said that he would become the first young person in Youteng County. A year later, he was almost invincible in the young generation.

When he was a little older, he said that he wanted to become a strong man. The next year, he carried his pet with his own portable. He returned to Shanhai Pavilion with his eighth-winged dragon, becoming the most popular young man of that year.

His self-created golden armor and dazzling gun walked alone in the martial arts. Some people joked that he was the first person in the Northern Eight Wastes 30 years later. ( Ziyuan, the 16 counties of the two places are also known as the North Eight Wastelands, Jinao, Qingluan, Haohan, and the 39 counties of Bofang and the South Jiuzhou)

A few years later, the young and soft maniac became more restrained, but his strength was more refined.

But Su Zimeng never thought that he would be assassinated.

Seeing her unbelievable face, Zhuang Yufan quickly said, "Don't worry. He was just injured, but the enemy was severely injured by him and fled."

Su Zimeng breathed a sigh of relief. If even the god-like brother fell in her heart, she really had nothing to say.

Several people were talking, and a young man came upstairs calmly.

He held his head high, and the disciples of the grass hall occasionally greeted him. He just nodded and was very arrogant.

And his identity and temperament really make people feel a little pressure - as a master.

Suddenly, a rolling wine bottle came out under his step.

With a sound, the young man fell down and ate shit.

Ye Zixuan covered his mouth and hid by the door and smiled secretly. The young man stood up angrily, looked around, picked up the bottle, took two sips happily, and then laughed, "Little Yezi, come out. Your taste is no longer challenging for your brother's nose."

Ye Zixuan jumped out with cheering, hung on the endless body, and said with a smile, "Brother, I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

"I think, of course I think about it - if you don't come down, be careful of your buttocks."

Ye Zixuan screamed and jumped down and ran away.