In the verdant jungle, two people and one beast were walking side by side, coming to a messy place, stopping and talking to each other. There are ravines in this place, one of which is about 100 feet wide, and the trees are tilted, and it looks like a battlefield where conflicts have occurred recently.

"Master Fan, please take a look?" A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe said in a deep voice. This man was about forty years old. He was angry while talking. His palms were involuntarily clasped in the sleeves of the robe. The powerful Yuan power attached to it. He endured it and had already condensed into a gang. He was one of the few warriors in the Huagang Realm in this area.

"Hehe, Huang Zhenyue, friendship is due to friendship, what should be paid is still paid. This is the sixth place." The old man looked gloomy and thin all over. He was not polite because of the other party's cultivation. He had no scruples in his words and conversations. Both seemed to be familiar with each other.

An evil fire surged into my heart, and it was not convenient for others to get it. Huang Zhenyue nodded, and then there was an extremely painful look on his face. He thought to himself, this old guy is such a vampire, it's so dark.

He was naturally the head of the Huang family in Chishui City. He died at the hands of Chu Tian. The son never returned and suddenly lost his information. He felt something was wrong. He sent his clan members to inquire, but he never got the news. He searched everywhere and found no traces, and suddenly it seemed that it had evaporated from the world.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to think of Master Fan, who was carrying superpowers, so he invited a lot of money to search for the whereabouts of the murderer. Master Fan's cultivation is extensive and he relies on his mental power. When he has reached the level of Master Mind, he has not followed the path of Master Mind. He is good at manipulating various monsters and is considered a person who specializes in beast control.

The fiery red monster following behind him is called the Red Crocodile Tiger. It has both the sharp minions of tigers, the hard scales of crocodile and powerful giant tails, and can spit out flames to break the enemy. It is an alien among the third-level monsters.

According to Huang Zhenyue's estimate, even if he wants to deal with this beast, it is basically impossible not to use some trump cards. It will be a bloody battle that is not easy. If this gloomy old guy uses his trick to interfere with it, he will probably get rid of it. Therefore, he has always been very polite to this.

Although the murderer was nowhere to be seen, he believed that as long as Master Fan was willing to take action, the man would not be able to hide for too long. The problem is that the old guy's asking price was too scammed.

The early tribe members may have a path along Huang Tianbao and conducted a carpet-like survey. More than ten locations were suspected. Each location costs 500 yuan pills. This money has nothing to do with success or failure. It will inevitably be collected no matter what. It will be delivered on the spot, the full payment will be settled, and the payment will be paid first and then the service will be done.

In the past few days, he has surveyed five locations, but he has not found any clues. Yuan Dan paid 2,500 first, which is really faster than robbing money. If he can't find out, he is a little doubtful whether a son is worth such a high price. But now it is simply difficult to get on the brink of death, unless he is willing to give the previous Yuan Dan to Master Fan for free.

He cursed the other party in his heart, and Huang Zhenyue's face twitched violently, so he took out a bag of Yuan Dan from his arms. The number was naturally five hundred, so he had to check it out in advance.

Master Fan didn't see anyone's expressions, so he took the bag for granted, untied the string that was tied, swept away with a cold look, muttering to himself, as if he was verifying the number.

I was already unhappy. Seeing this situation again, Huang Zhenyue almost couldn't help it. He rushed into his throat with an old mouthful of blood. He hurriedly suppressed the Yuanli, causing him to cough for a while.

"Are you okay? I said this person? He is old, so you have to pay attention to your health." Master Fan glanced in surprise, kindly reminded him, and continued to check for some of his gains. Unexpectedly, the other party coughed even harder when he heard this. The old man ignored him and shook his head and only cared about doing serious things.

After coughing up, he covered his mouth and gasped for a while. Huang Zhenyue found that the old guy had not finished checking, so he couldn't help but curse in his heart. He had such a high mental cultivation, and wanted to know the number of words, and urged his mental perception to make it clear. Why do you have to check it one by one? He couldn't take the old man, so he had to look slightly sideways and not look at it, which was really unfavorable for his health.

"Damn it, I haven't seen anyone so stingy. It's okay to save money, but even a little sesame mental power is really fucked." He couldn't complain, so he had to vent his heart.

In fact, thinking this way is a misunderstanding of Master Fan. As the head of the Huang family thought, for a person like him, that little mental power is indeed nothing. He just wants to enjoy it and check the pleasure he gains one by one. This is a legitimate gain of wisdom, and it is too careless to scan with his mental power. Only by slowly checking it with his hands can you experience the existence of happiness.

Master Fan found out the number, tied the sealed string, held the bag warm for a while, looked at it reluctantly, and carefully took back the ring. After receiving the reward, the old man's face, like a slave, suddenly became solemn, and it can even be said that it was full of piety and sacredness.

He slowly walked towards the grass, and there was a rustling sound. The old man's eyes narrowed, he poked out his thin arm like dry firewood, stretched out his five fingers and grabbed it in the void, and a rabbit flew backwards uncontrollably, kicking his legs in the air, and his eyes were full of panic.

Master Fan took the rabbit, and the rabbit shivered in his arms, trembling. His palm gently covered his head, and the rabbit fell asleep instantly. The old man closed his eyes and focused his mind, carefully looking at the memories of the beast in recent months.

Soon, the old man opened his eyes and there was no clue about the murderer in this beast's memory. But this does not mean that the place of the murder is no longer here. If the rabbit happens not to see it, it is necessary to not even see several of them, so that the place can be ruled out and rushed to the next place to investigate.

After checking a few more rabbits, it still didn't work. Huang Zhenyue looked depressed and thought that the five hundred yuan pill was fed to the wolf again. The green branches on his head were slightly shaken. Master Fan's eyes came to the stage, reached out to catch the void, and caught a furry little squirrel.

Regardless of the panic of the little beast, Master Fan reached out and turned his hand behind his head as usual. The squirrel blinked his dark eyes and closed his eyes and went to sleep soundly. The old man entered his memory, turned over the trivial matters of life, turned forward one by one, and soon dozens of pages passed. Suddenly, his mental fluctuations emerged from the Niwan Palace, forming a secondary picture in front of the two.

Seeing this, Huang Zhenyue's face turned solemn and a look of relief appeared on his face. God pays off. After several days of futile investigation, is the murderer finally coming to the surface? Then a terrifying and trembling cruelty flashed across his eyes. His fists were clenched in his sleeves, and his ten fingers skewed like thunder.

At the beginning, the picture looked like batter, and the whole chaotic mass was a little clearer. One of the figures could be seen slowly turning around, with a blurry face, looking very tender, with silver hair very conspicuous. The lips seemed to be smiling, and then he waved his hand, and several green lights pierced through the air and penetrated deeply into Huang Tianbao's body.

The whole process seemed to be spending a lot of energy, with dry body trembling violently, and sweat flowing down the withered and yellow face. If you look at the daily details, it would be fine, but the goal was to be such a battle scene, which would be a considerable burden for the performer and the carrier.

As the memories come to this point, the picture is broken, the squirrel in his arms dies while sleeping, and his hair-like body begins to turn cold.

"How?" Master Fan opened his eyes, his face exhausted and seemed to be seriously ill.

Huang Zhenyue did not answer, stared at the other party with strange eyes for a while, and felt the old man's face turned cold and his expression became alert. Fang smiled and said with a sarcastic smile: "It's enough, thanks to the master's righteous actions, I will never forget this kindness and love for the Huang family."

I just realized that the old man was in a bad state and wanted to take action to solve it and reclaim the swallowed Yuandan. However, thinking of this old man's many methods in the past, he did not take action for conservative reasons, so as not to steal the chicken and lose the rice.

Master Fan smiled and said without a smile: "What kind of kindness? Don't do these stupid things. If the head of the Huang family is really sorry, just donate generously and pay more Yuan Dan. I am not greedy. Three or five hundred Yuan Dan is enough. What's the point of being favored by me?"

Hearing this, Huang Zhenyue took a deep breath. Regardless of the slightest image, he quickly shook his head like a rattle to show his firm protest. After calming down his emotions, he bowed and bowed deeply: "Since the matter is done, I dare not try to keep the master, please give in your own care."

Master Fan smiled, stepped on the red crocodile tiger, sat firmly on his back, bowed and said goodbye, "I'm going there now, I hope I will see you again in the future."

Huang Zhenyue laughed and nodded repeatedly, but thought to himself, he is really an old vampire. I beg you not to meet this fate again in this life.

With a slap in the butt of the mount, the human and beast turned into a red light, and soon left the place, leaving only Huang Zhenyue alone in lingering and pondering. Seeing his toes hovering in the forest for a moment, he slowly raised his head, and the solemn face of the past gradually burst into tears.

"Little beast, this time the illusion fog forest is open, you must come. There must be the cemetery of your life." A hoarse voice squeezed out from the cracks of your teeth, echoing between the woods, stirring in the spring breeze, spreading for a long time without dissipating.
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