Looking at Chen Fan's back as he left, Ouyang Ye also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, hoping that his disciple would survive well.

Chen Fan was wondering what would Xuantian Sect become when he came back?

In September, the golden autumn of Liuzhou is cool and breeze gives people a cool and comfortable feeling.

"The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they treat Liuzhou as Yanzhou."

The capital is the richest area in the entire Daxia Kingdom, and Liuzhou has always been praised by literati and scholars from all dynasties because of its beautiful scenery and livable climate.

"It's so comfortable..." Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh.

Since he avenged his blood sea, he has never had time to appreciate the customs and special snacks on this land. Now that he finally has this opportunity, he is unwilling to miss such a good opportunity.

Chen Fan, dressed in black, was like a rich young man. The other mountain rain sword around his waist seemed more like an ornament than a weapon.

There is no way, Chen Fan is handsome, not only fair skin, but also has a burly and sturdy figure like ordinary practitioners, so it is easy to be misunderstood.

He was a little bored and suddenly wanted to find a place to have a tea.

Just as there was a teahouse in front of me, Chen Fan strode over and waved his legs and shouted, "Brother-in-law, come and have a bowl of tea."

The owner of the tea stall is an old man over 70 years old. Seeing Chen Fan looking good and kind, he happily responded: "My husband, come right away."

He thought Chen Fan was a scholar preparing to take the exam!

Chen Fan smiled indifferently, closed his eyes indifferently, and enjoyed the pleasant climate of September in Liuzhou.

This is what he imagined to be a cultivation life. He practices when he should practice and enjoys when he should enjoy it.

"My husband, the tea is here!" In less than a stick of incense, the old man brought a pot of tea to Chen Fan.

After tasting ordinary tea leaves on the roadside, he didn't drink it, and the tribute tea from Xuantian Sect. Maybe chewing peonies is what Chen Fan did.

While Chen Fan was drinking tea carefully, several policemen came and sat opposite Chen Fan with swagger. His eyes looked at Chen Fan were extremely unkind.

"This weather is so comfortable. Old man, hurry up and serve two pots of tea for the uncle. If it delays the uncle's affairs, don't think about setting up a broken tea stall." The policeman in the lead shouted at the tea stall owner.

Chen Fan himself is a kind of jealous person. Seeing such a big temper, Chen Fan was very upset, so he said indifferently: "Sir, you have such a great official power..."

Originally, these people didn't like Chen Fan, who looked like a rich young man. He looked like a little white face and had a sword on his waist. He really didn't know how much he weighed.

So Chen Fan's words hurt the nerves of several people, and someone immediately slapped the table and scolded: "Little beast, you are looking for death!"

Hearing the three words "little beast", Chen Fan's face immediately became gloomy. He pointed to the officer who scolded him and said coldly.

"You should quickly slap your mouth twenty times, I can forgive you for your recklessness this time."

Chen Fan's eyes were very cold, and the servant staring at him was a little chilling. But he thought that he had several brothers around him, so why was he afraid of this little guy?

The police officer scolded again: "I'm giving you a face to scold you. If you believe it or not, I'll beat you!"

After saying that, he immediately stood up and pulled out the standard sword from his waist and pointed it at Chen Fan.

His original intention was to scare Chen Fan and let him calm down.

Chen Fan really felt that the world had changed when he saw this scene. A mere mortal dared to be so arrogant. With his identity as the chief disciple of Xuantian Sect, the Emperor of Daxia had to be trembling when he saw him.

"Very good, very good." Chen Fan smiled.

Seeing that Chen Fan dared to talk back, the police threw the knife and called him with his fists and feet.

Seeing that the crowd was about to hit Chen Fan, the owner of the tea stall quickly went up and pulled the fight. In his opinion, how could Chen Fan stand the fist of these rough people if he wanted to be the top scholar?

When he saw the owner of the tea stall who came to stop him, the policeman was furious. Without waiting for the boss to speak, he kicked the boss more than three meters away. On the way, he knocked over a table and a few short stools.

It's intolerable!

When Chen Fan saw the white-haired tea stall owner dying, he had already put a trial of the man who kicked someone in his heart.

He quickly helped the old man up, used spiritual power to enter the old man's body, and helped him sort out the various organs in his body.

The feeling of pain that was so painful just now disappeared instantly, and I felt that my whole body was much better. The old man looked at Chen Fan with a surprised look, thinking that this husband is probably a god.

Chen Fan nodded to the boss and signaled him not to say it out. The boss also nodded to say that there was no problem.

When I saw Chen Fan helping the old man who fell, he was so rude that the police looked down on the embroidered pillow.

Chen Fan walked to several servants and said coldly: "Is it so dark in Liuzhou City? How dare you bully the people so much? Aren't you afraid that the monks in the sky will accept you?"

These words slapped the police in the face. They surrounded Chen Fan in anger, wanting to teach him a lesson.

"Slow down."

At this moment, a leisurely sound floated over.

When the police saw that they were their immediate boss, the captain of the general guard of Liuzhou City, Wang Ziqiang. The gust of wind blew him over.

Wang Ziqiang looked at Chen Fan wearing luxurious clothes, and he didn't recognize these trash people under his hands. He was very clear about these things. What's the use of fighting such a rich guy? It's the hard truth to think of some ways to cheat him.

Wang Ziqiang walked over as if he felt sorry for Chen Fan and said, "Little brother, these few food buckets under my command did not hurt you!"

Chen Fan looked at him and looked at him for a long time. He probably wanted to slaughter him as a fat sheep. But Chen Fan still replied: "No."

"It's good if there is no, my subordinates just like to uphold justice. Without them, the atmosphere in Liuzhou City is not as good as it is today." Wang Ziqiang said frankly.

What he said was that the police were embarrassed. I wonder if the leader was praising them or mocking them?

"So, justice needs encouragement. How about the young hero donating some silver for justice? To be honest, I saw that the young hero is a righteous person. You are very similar to me," Wang Ziqiang continued to say shamelessly.

As soon as these words were said, his friends stood aside and couldn't help laughing. It's really good to play or play!

Seeing Wang Ziqiang first put Chen Fan on the hat of justice, then flattered him, and finally boasted about himself. He was such an old man in the officialdom...
Chapter completed!