Chapter 1687

In an antique room, Wu Fan and the elder talked for a long time. It was not until half a day later that he got up and left the place with the other party seeing him off.

However, when he was walking on the street, his face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were swaying, thinking of a solution.

Because the elder informed him in detail about what had been circulating in the outside world in the past two years.

As soon as he heard that Jinguang Temple and the Nether Soul Sect had teamed up with Xu Shuotian and others to hunt him down, he jumped at the head of the two.

Especially when he heard that Sima Yan from the "Black Wind Palace" had also joined in, he became even more nervous and felt a sense of urgency.

As for the small actions of the top ten sects, he also had a bad feeling.

Although there was no big fanfare to arrest him, since these sects were suspicious, they would not give up easily.

After all, he is just a casual cultivator with no backer. For those big sects, there is no burden to arrest him.

It seems that this matter needs to be solved, otherwise the outside world will spread more and more evil, and it will not be able to end in the end, and even the source of his heel will be found by someone who is interested. As a result, the Qingfeng Sect of Xia Kingdom will also suffer, and even the middle school will suffer. Over in the capital, there is a possibility of being picked out.

After all, there is no airtight wall in the world. As long as someone with care is explored, some clues will eventually be found.

If the situation really progresses like this, then he will become a sinner for the ages, and I am afraid that his relatives will also suffer unreasonable disasters.

While walking, Wu Fan thought to himself and couldn't help but hate Ming Qianzong even more.

If it weren't for this person, how could he have been in the disaster he was in now, and he would have become a street rat.

But now that the matter has come to this, he has no good solution. He can only keep the matter in his heart and wait for time to think of a solution.

Wu Fan's face was uncertain along the way. Unknowingly, he came to an inn, looked up at the plaque, stood up and walked in.

According to the elder of the Chamber of Commerce, an exchange meeting was recently held in Lezhen City. The organizer was a great elder of the Great Sect, a middle-stage Nascent Soul monk. The venue was not far away, just thirty miles west of the city. at.

Since he had already come, Wu Fan would not miss the opportunity and decided to try his luck at the exchange meeting.

If luck goes against his will and he finds the last two materials, then with the help of puppets, he will be safer in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

This inn is not too big in the city. It is of lower-middle class and suitable for a poor and down-to-earth monk.

Nowadays, Wu Fan suppresses his cultivation to the early stage of foundation building. In order to cover up others' eyes, this inn is suitable for him.

There was no nonsense after entering the house. After a brief exchange with the shopkeeper, he was taken to the backyard by a servant.

The backyard of the inn is quite large, with more than twenty small courtyards. Although the house looks dilapidated, the small courtyard and the interior of the house are kept clean and tidy.

Even if Wu Fan wanted to pretend to be a little monk, he would not live in a noisy single room. Naturally, he would choose a quiet courtyard.

After a while, Wu Fan selected the courtyard closest to the corner, and after giving the young man the spirit stone, he walked into the house.

"Master, if I remember correctly, Yin Wanhao seems to be in Qianzhou, right? Since he has invited Sima Yan out of the mountain, and we are now in Qianzhou, why not just...!"

Just as Wu Fan was sitting down in the hall, a white shadow flashed out from his waist, circled and landed next to the table, revealing Ling'er's figure.

She had a fierce look on her face, and after saying half a sentence, she unceremoniously sat down next to Wu Fan, looking furious.

Obviously, Ling'er heard what the elder of the Chamber of Commerce said.

"Although this person is only an early stage monk, I can't kill him, otherwise it will deepen the hatred between me and Sima Yan."

Wu Fan naturally understood the meaning of Ling'er's words, and without even thinking about it, he shook his head and said indifferently. At the same time, he waved his arm, and a light suddenly appeared on the table, and a teapot appeared strangely, so he started to drink by himself as if no one was watching. .

"But..., if we don't kill him, he will let us go?"

Ling'er looked unwilling to see this and hurriedly spoke again.

"Don't say any more, I know it in my heart. If possible, I would like to meet this person and explore his tone first. If this person is really stubborn, then don't blame me for being rude."

Wu Fan put down his teacup and looked forward, his eyes shaking as he said, with a trace of evil spirit flashing in his eyes.

"That's it, okay then!"

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Seven days passed by in a flash.

Wu Fan, who had never left the door, finally left the inn that day and walked leisurely towards the west of the city.

Yes, today is the day of the swap meet.

He had already received a letter of recommendation from the elders of the Chamber of Commerce, so he was naturally qualified to participate.

However, this time when he went out, he could not go as a foundation-building person, but directly exposed his true cultivation level.

Because this can avoid some troubles, which is better than the early stage of Nascent Soul.

At the same time, he transformed into a strong and fierce man, and his face gave people the impression of a bad temper.

The result was no surprise. Holding a letter of recommendation, he easily entered the exchange venue.

This is a private manor, covering a large area, with pavilions, rockeries, and flowing water. This scene shows the noble status of the owner of this place.

A large hall was now filled with more than twenty people, among whom there were only five or six Golden Core Stage monks. The rest were without exception Nascent Soul Stage monks, and even three of them were mid-stage monks.

Of course, including Wu Fan, there are four.

Under his invisibility technique, others naturally couldn't tell his identity, but facing a stranger, everyone still cast curious eyes.

However, due to Wu Fan's powerful cultivation, no one dared to come over to chat, but only communicated in groups of three or two, asking about Wu Fan's whereabouts.

But unfortunately, everyone got nothing in the end.

Wu Fan had long been accustomed to this scene. He thought that after he came to the Eastern Jin Domain, he would encounter this situation every time he participated in an exchange meeting.

So he was too lazy to pay attention to anything, just closed his eyes and rested.

However, during this period, he would intentionally or unintentionally glance to the right front. To be precise, he was looking at someone.

This person was a long-bearded old man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. He didn't look good, but there seemed to be a faint black smoke on his body. Although it was just an illusion, it added a touch of evil to this person. No matter how you look at it, he was the kind of person with deep scheming.

After taking a few glances, Wu Fan retracted his gaze, and his eyes were shaking. I don't know what he was thinking.

The man seemed to sense something strange, and glanced at Wu Fan obscurely. When he found that it was the mysterious existence, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly looked away.

In response, Wu Fan grinned and closed his eyes again.

Just a moment later, when another person walked in, the exchange meeting began.

At this time, a black-faced man sitting on a chair stood up, said some meaningless nonsense to everyone, and then announced the start of the exchange meeting.

This person was one of the other three mid-term cultivators. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be the host of this place.