Some people feel familiar when they meet for the first time.

Quan Chenfan turned his head to look at Liu Qingmei. Liu Qingmei suddenly felt something in his heart was shaken. Two red glows appeared on her face, but it was covered by a veil, and no one could see it.

The boy in black had such a handsome face, and his high temperament also made her feel moved.

Liu Qingmei is only eighteen years old this year. She spent her days in Liu's mansion and had never been out for fun.

Most of the peers around her are her servants, and she is extremely humble in her attitude towards her, for fear that she will lose her life if she is dissatisfied.

Moreover, some men of the same age in Zhongzhou are all guys with nostrils facing each other, and Liu Qingmei doesn't like that when she sees such a style.

So when I saw Chen Fan just now, I was moved by his simple feeling.

Chen Fan looked at the white figure. Although he had a good figure, he had to wrap it like a dumpling, and then immediately turned to watch the game.

"snort."

Liu Qingmei let out a low hum. This black boy is too ignorant. Why did he turn his head immediately after seeing this lady?

The reason why Taotie asked him to see was because he realized that the origin of this woman was definitely not simple. Moreover, she paid great attention to Chen Fan and looked at her with her eyes fixed on her from the beginning of the game.

If there is any hatred between two people, it is impossible, because they have never had any contact before. In this way, there is only one possibility...

Liu Qingmei's veil was like nothing in Taotie's eyes, and he also saw a beautiful face under the veil.

It seems that Xiaozi Chen is very lucky...

However, Taotie will never participate in the matter between the two. If he intervenes more, it will be meaningless if he intervenes more.

Feelings require fate. He also understands this principle if he is forced to do not sweet.

Chen Fan was watching the game quietly on the ring, but he had not noticed that there were strong players appearing, so he felt a little bored.

At this moment, he actually sat cross-legged and started practicing, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

"Senior Taotie, if there is a competition for me, please wake me up immediately." After saying this, Chen Fan closed his eyes and began to practice seriously.

If an ordinary disciple is posing like this here, many people will mock him and say that he is sensationalizing.

However, when everyone saw that Chen Fan was practicing on the spot, no one dared to say anything. Not long after he became an adult, he had already reached the level of a few major disciples in the inner courtyard.

He could burn such a powerful hall in the Fulu Hall. It was not uncommon for such a genius to do anything.

Practicing hard is the duty of a monk. Many people feel a lot of feelings when they see Chen Fan's behavior. They usually use their lack of talent to shirk, but who should practice from the perspective of persistence every day?

When you truly embark on the path of cultivation, everyone will face threats from other monks. Under the vast path of heaven, everyone is surviving pitifully.

Chen Fan's cultivation behavior told everyone that we are just a piece of dust in the vast world, and we are all poor guys who want to go against the will of heaven and change our fate.

Many people also felt the urgency on their shoulders. Even peerless geniuses like Senior Brother Chen are practicing wildly, let alone ordinary people like themselves?

The behavior of the group is driving force, and once someone imitates it, there will definitely be someone who follows the trend. As the first figure sits down, then one by one begins to practice.

However, Chen Fan couldn't see it at this time. If he saw it, he would definitely laugh.

The owner of Fang Zheng on the stage suddenly felt something was wrong. Why can we not watch the competition with so many addresses, and we sit there and practice...

Although he also advocated practicing every minute and every second, he wouldn't be so nervous. After all, there was an outsider watching the game here, and their behavior was indeed a bit outrageous.

He saw Chen Dan sitting cross-legged down to practice, and then many disciples began to practice with him. Could it be that Chen Fan had become the spiritual leader among the disciples in the inner courtyard?

When the old sword cultivators in Sword Valley saw this scene, they burst into laughter boldly. This may be the most strange resource battle ever. The monks on the ring were fighting with great enthusiasm, and they were practicing with their eyes closed.

Liu Qingmei saw such a strange scene, and her beautiful eyes were just shining. Looking at Chen Fan, she was very curious. What kind of man was that could lead so many people to practice with him?

Those mighty genius boys in front of her on weekdays were just alone. However, Chen Fan's actions aroused the imitation of others, but Liu Qingmei became even more interested in Chen Fan.

"Boy Chen, stop practicing, it's up to you." Taotie's voice reached Chen Fan's mind, and Chen Fan opened his eyes instantly.

However, when Chen Fan saw the scene around him, he was also a little shocked. Why were the vast monks sitting on the ground and practicing one by one? What exactly happened to all this?

Chen Fan's silly look was seen by Liu Qingmei, and her face unconsciously smiled again. This boy in black completely attracted her mind. As for the identity issues between the two, Liu Qingmei would never care about it.

I wanted to look back and ask my junior brother, but the junior brothers were also practicing, so Chen Fan couldn't bother them, so he walked to the ring to participate in the competition.

The match with Chen Fan was a disciple of the body-building hall. Chen Fan did not draw his sword, but just bowed his hand and bowed to the other party, and then prepared to start the competition.

The man opposite also had the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Infant Transformation Stage, and his terrifying muscles were shaking freely, and he looked like he should have a very powerful physical strength.

Chen Fan's thin body was like a chicken in front of him. The monk in the body-building hall directly burst into fists. Liu Qingmei couldn't help but feel nervous when she saw this scene, because Chen Fan looked thin and it was difficult for him to withstand this punch.

"boom!"

Chen Fan didn't put in much effort either. After all, the opponent had no grudges or grudges with him, so he only used about six minutes of force.

And he did not instill spiritual power on his fist, otherwise all the palms of the monks on the opposite side would explode.

The monks of the Body Forging Hall flew back weakly and then fell heavily under the ring, but nothing serious was wrong.

Liu Qingmei widened her eyes and looked at the black figure in disbelief.
Chapter completed!