Chapter 211. Be captured

What is a dead man is that he has the basic ability to judge and act, which is no different from ordinary people, but his mind has been completely brainwashed and loyal to his master. Even if you ask him to die, he will die without hesitation.

Huangfusong was not overwhelmed by the hatred of losing his beloved son. The members of these big families have accepted a concept since childhood. The interests of the family are above all else, which can be said to be almost brainwashing education.

So Huangfu Matsumoto could kill Ye Fan at a heavy price, but he did not choose to do so. The price was too high.

"Since it's dark, let's make it clear." Huang Fusong's murderous intent was boiling in his heart, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

One wave after another. The failure of the last wave of assassination does not mean that this matter is over. That's too underestimates the Huangfu family.

Ye Fan was still on his way back at this time. After the assassination just now, he was not in a good mood. Whoever was almost killed would not be happy.

"How to eliminate this mark? This time it comes the warriors in the three heavenly realms, next time. I was just going to ask Brother Situ, but that guy slipped too fast. Ye Fan's heart was full of a sense of crisis and depression.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Huang Fusong could not send a higher-level dead man to kill him. The loss of the dead man on the first floor of the three heavenly realms is already very large, as well as hidden pills and trapped dragon arrays. These things are exchanged for a lot of spiritual stones, one less.

"What should I do? What should I do? No, I have to get through the disaster quickly and reach the hundred refining realms, so that I can protect myself. In addition, I have to find a way." Ye Fan returned to the door of his tower with heavy thoughts. He was about to enter, but he suddenly found a pair of resentful eyes staring at him.

"Hey hey hey, little boy, you're finally back." Feng Fan's expression was distorted, and he made a strange sound. His eyes were green, as if a wolf who had been hungry for a long time suddenly saw a little sheep.

"It's not good!" Ye Fan was shocked and immediately prepared to go in. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"You can't leave this time." Feng Bofan waved gently, and a breeze gently wrapped around Ye Fan, forming a bondage that made him unable to move.

"Teacher, what do you want to do?" Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart and said with uncomfort.

"What do I want to do? What kind of person do you think I am! How long have I been squatting here? You bastard know how to run. Run, you run again. The wind is extraordinary like a cat that has been stepped on its tail, beating like thunder.

"It's really a psycho. It's really unlucky. I just escaped from danger, and now I'm in the hands of a psycho. God, why am I so unlucky?" There was a bitterness in Ye Fan's heart.

"Come back with me. The teacher must be very happy to see you." Feng Iffan thought that he finally didn't have to be Xiaohei's **, and he could also be praised by the teacher, he was a burst of joy in his heart.

"Go~" When the wind raised Ye Fan, he took off directly into the air and flew forward at a high speed.

It is worthy of being a wind tutor. This flight speed is much faster than Ye Fan's flying sword. The scenery below is constantly passing by, unlike Ye Fan's own flying in the sky, and the scenery below is extremely slow.

"It's so strong. You don't need a transmission array. You can fly directly over five regions all the way." Ye Fan secretly admired him in his heart. Although this person was a little strange, he really had nothing to say about this ability.

"It's here."

Feng Fan carried Ye Fan and fell gently on the ground, screaming at the air.

"Master, I brought him back, Master~"

"What's the name of the ghost? It's really embarrassing. Don't tell others that I'm your master. You have lost your old face." An old voice came with a trace of anger.

"Oh, I see." The wind shrugged its head.

Ye Fan blinked, and suddenly there was one more person in front of him, even without any fluctuation, as if he appeared out of thin air, which scared Ye Fan.

"The apprentice is not good, and he has a ghost. He hastily brought you here. I hope you don't mind." The old man said pleasantly, and at the same time, he waved his hand gently, and the shackles on Ye Fan suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Ye Fan heard this, some of the resentment in his heart also disappeared. An old man was so polite to him. What else could he blame for his younger generation? He saluted.

"How dare you? It's a blessing for the younger generation to be summoned by the old gentleman." Ye Fan said respectfully, looking very well-bred.

"Okay, okay, you are much better than my useless apprentice." The old man's face was full of flowers.

"Master!" Feng Fan suddenly shouted unplea happily.

"What's the name? Stay at the same time." The old man looked pale and shouted.

Feng Wenfan had to stay aside, looking at the old man in front of him happily and talking warmly, with a burst of slander in his heart.

"Why doesn't this immortal bastard talk to me so well? As soon as he sees this boy, he is like seeing his grandson, woo."

"Little brother, let's talk as we walk." The old man made a gesture of invitation.

The two walked slowly. They said a few polite words and unconsciously walked a distance. At this time, the extraordinary figure could not be seen.

"Little brother, I'm not very polite to you anymore. I just want to ask you, would you like to worship me as your teacher?" The old man's expression was solemn and he said in a low voice.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the old man brought him here only to take him as an apprentice. Since he was an extraordinary master, his status in the college was certainly not low. He didn't expect such a big man to beg him to be a teacher.

Ye Fan was moved in his heart, and there must be a lot of benefits for him to become a teacher now. There is almost no need to think about it. With such a big man covering him, he not only walks horizontally in Qinglong College, but there will never be any eyes to trouble him.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't agree." Ye Fan said slowly word by word.

The old man's expression stagnated. What is his status in the college? How many excellent students begged him to accept apprentices, but he didn't want to. Now it's better. He begged others to be a teacher, but others didn't agree.

"Why? Do you have a teacher now?" The old man said unwillingly.

"No." Ye Fan said concisely.

"Then why don't you want to worship me as a teacher?" A trace of puzzle flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Because I once had it." Ye Fan's eyes were ethereal, and there was a trace of reminiscence.

The old and kind figure in my mind has been lingering. The old man who calmly faces death at all costs to protect himself; the old man who jokes with himself every day and teases himself cares about himself more than anyone else.