City’s Super Immortal Cultivator

In the evening of the same day, in the National Soldier Hall, Leng Fan and the Middle Eastern prince finally met again a month later. The scars on the Middle Eastern prince's face have not healed yet, showing how miserable he was beaten at the time.

In a place called Juhua Pavilion, Leng Fan opened the door, and a strange wind hit him. The wind was blowing in the room with almost walls on all four sides, which was obviously abnormal.

Leng Fan waved the wind back.

And then, in this chrysanthemum pavilion, everything except the middle dining table was scraped to the sky. After a while, the wind stopped, and in the middle of this hall, eight men in white robes and white scarfs were sitting in the middle.

After seeing this momentum, Leng Fan smiled coldly and said: "The formation is quite strong, first gave me a smashing power, but the result was not successful."

Leng Fan's words are very casual and sound unreasonable. This is because he knew when he came that this was the other party's revenge, and it wouldn't be a pleasant dinner at first.

The other party spoke, but what the other party said was a Middle Eastern language, and Leng Fan couldn't understand it at all. On the contrary, the other party couldn't understand what he just said.

"I knew I should find an interpreter. Why didn't the old man Yin not do the work well?" Leng Fan began to complain about his old age.

At this moment, the Middle Eastern prince came up. He was able to speak Mandarin, so he said to Leng Fan, "My friend, we have met again. Why didn't Jiaqi come today? I want to see her."

If it were the former Leng Fan, he would have slapped him when he heard this person daring to speak in front of him.

"You kid really dare to come back. If you don't come back, everyone is in peace, you are back now, do you really think you can take revenge? You will only find hardship for yourself." Leng Fan replied.

"Haha, you Easterners really can't speak, now you should kneel and beg me for mercy, depending on whether I want to." The Middle Eastern prince is very arrogant, completely thinking that he will succeed in revenge tonight.

Leng Fan now likes to look at such a person the most, because only such a person in the end is the most ridiculous. So he will continue to tease the Middle Eastern prince, and replied: "Kneel down to apologize? I don't seem to have done anything like this in my memory, so I don't know how to do it. If you are willing to demonstrate, I would rather see."

"What are you talking about?" the Middle Eastern prince shouted angrily.

Leng Fan smiled and said, "Don't you understand? If you don't understand, you can find an interpreter and let him speak to you."

"You're looking for death." The Middle Eastern prince clenched his fist and said angrily. At this time, if he has the ability, he must have raised his fist and rushed up to beat someone.

At this time, several Middle Easterners over there began to talk to the prince, but Leng Fan couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he could feel that they were telling the Middle Eastern prince not to get angry.

The next moment, one of them spoke to Leng Fan, said a few words, and then the Middle Eastern prince helped translate: "My uncle asked me to tell you that the face of our Middle Eastern royal family can’t just leave it alone, you must Give us a satisfactory answer."

"Satisfactory answer? Haha, my answer is, if you invite me to a meal, I will treat it as if it didn't happen." Leng Fan replied.

"What are you talking about?" The Middle East prince became even more angry. His handsome face has now become very hideous. It can be seen that Leng Fan is so angry that he can't control himself.

"Okay, you wait." After the prince dropped this sentence to Leng Fan, he immediately translated it to his elders.

Sure enough, when Leng Fan's words were translated, the faces of those people were unsightly, and even some of them had already exuded a strong aura.

Leng Fan blew the whistle. He didn't intend to speak well, so the next moment, the aura on his body suddenly erupted, just like a volcanic eruption, not to mention this room, even half of the capital can feel it. To this huge force.

When Leng Fan walked into the room, he looked at the people on the opposite side. The strength was not strong at all, at most it was the strength of the innate realm. He didn't want to take a lesson with such strength, so he burst out directly to let the other party know the difficulties. And retreat.

Sure enough, after those people felt the power of Mount Tai, their expressions changed. They stared at Leng Fan with wide eyes, just like staring at a monster. Perhaps in their eyes, Leng Fan’s current age was unexpected. I can't believe it to have such a powerful force.

Ordinary people can't feel this kind of power, so the Middle Eastern prince didn't notice Leng Fan's change, and he kept trying to get his helper to beat Leng Fan.

Leng Fan smiled lightly and asked the Middle Eastern prince: "Ask them, now are you planning to stay and invite me to dinner, or let me go back, I have a busy time."

After the Middle East prince heard it, he immediately began to translate, and his face was very proud, still thinking that Leng Fan's final result was to be severely taught by them, at least half dead.

However, those masters from the Middle East meant that there was no battle at all at this time. They had already lost their momentum, so they didn't immediately answer the words of the Middle East prince, but looked at each other.

The Middle Eastern prince was dumbfounded, and he felt something at this time, so he began to get nervous.

Leng Fan continued to yawn. At this time, his cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Lao Yin calling, so he connected the signal directly.

"Boy, what are you doing? I can feel your breath from a long distance. Are you trying to beat the other person to death? You are not allowed to do it. Even if you want to fight, others will take the first shot. We can still follow them in the future. Fight for reason." Old Yin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Leng Fan smiled and said: "It's okay, at least it's okay now. I'm now chatting with them using very effective principles. They also understand that they might be doing something wrong."

After hearing this, Mr. Yin was half-believing and said: "Xiao Fan, I can't persuade you, just relax yourself. In this world, one more friend is better than one more enemy."

"Understood, don't worry. Okay, I won't tell you, I have to continue to talk to them." Leng Fan put down the phone.

Just after he put down the phone, he suddenly felt three familiar auras flying towards here, he shook his head, because his spiritual sense saw that the three were Long Qingqing and the Cang family brothers.

"The person on the other side, are you replying? I am very embarrassed by you, whether to go or not." Leng Fan asked again.

The Middle Eastern prince didn't know how to answer, because when Leng Fan called, his elders were preparing to retreat temporarily.