Standing outside Han Hao's cave, Zhang Fan was very helpless.

Unless a monk goes into seclusion, under normal circumstances, the formation prohibition that guards the mountain gate will not be opened. After all, the spirit stones consumed are not small, so there is no need to be.

The formation of Han Hao's cave was naturally closed, but a small ban was set up at the entrance of the cave, which was to play a role similar to a doorbell.

Just like that, when Zhang Fan approached, he directly bounced him into a fight.

What should I do? The sound transmission note is in the Qiankun bag, but I haven’t started practicing yet, so where does the magic power come from? The cultivator’s cave is not good, and it’s inconvenient to get into the door!

While hesitating whether to find another time, Zhuo Hao walked out of the cave, smiled and looked at his embarrassed look, and made a spell, as if a small stone was thrown into the calm water surface. The ripples flashed by and the restriction disappeared.

"Junior brother, work hard to practice. Look, can't even enter your master's cave?" Zhuo Hao said with a smile.

It was a bit embarrassing, so Zhang Fan had to say embarrassedly: "Yes, senior brother."

"Okay, go in, Master and the others are all inside!" Zhuo Hao didn't say much, and took him into the cave.

Who else are they besides Master?

Zhang Fan followed Zhuo Hao forward in confusion. When he arrived at the hall, he understood.

In the huge hall, the master sat upright on the upper head, two men and one woman below, and three people stood in a row.

Seeing Zhang Fan coming in, Han Hao smiled on his face, looked up and down, and said with satisfaction: "The inside and outside are clear, clean, flawless, and the effect is good."

What was effective? The ears of the three people under Han Hao immediately stood up, especially the woman in the middle, her eyes could be called unscrupulous, and she looked Zhang Fan from head to toe.

"This is Zhang Fan. The second senior brother you are waiting for, haven't you seen it yet!"

"Yes, Master." The three of them said in unison.

"Jiang Tuo"

"Xu Ying"

"Shentu Hong"

"I've met my second senior brother."

Zhang Fan quickly replied the gift, shook his head and smiled bitterly. As expected, his master did not have any experience in teaching his disciples.

At the first glance of them, Zhang Fan saw that the Qiankun bag they wore was wearing on their waists. It was the yellowish color distributed by the sect, and it was like patches. I believe they also discovered this. Otherwise, why did Xu Ying, the girl, hide her desperately when she was present, looking afraid of showing her timidity?

In addition, Han Hao said the first sentence when he met. Zhang Fan himself had no cultivation and could not suppress the scene. How could he not let them think a lot?

"Okay, you guys go down! Remember to be a teacher, practice well and don't slack off." Han Hao was very satisfied with the friendly and respectful atmosphere between their fellow brothers, and smiled.

"Yes, Master, the disciple has surrendered."

Zhang Fan did not feel as good as Han Hao, especially when the three of them left, without looking back, they could sense a series of gazes that seemed to be "punching" on his back.

"Fan'er, didn't he have a good time yesterday?" Han Hao asked with a smile, his tone so gentle that it was very different from the majesty in front of Xu Ying and the others.

Zhang Fan nodded awkwardly. Now, when he thinks of the three words "正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正正

"This is the martial art chosen by the master for you. After you go back, you can practice hard. If you don't understand, come and ask me if you don't understand." As he said that, Han Hao took out a jade slip and handed it to him.

"Yes, Master, the disciple must work hard and strive to surpass him as soon as possible..." Zhang Fan paused before continuing: "Beyond the junior brothers and sisters."

Although he had not started practicing, his eyesight was really good. Those three junior brothers and sisters were not really easy to deal with. Each of them had great cultivation and should be of little background.

Zhang Fan's face was so dry. Unexpectedly, his first goal to enter the world of immortal cultivation was to surpass his junior brother and sister... Life is so sad!

"Okay, just be ambitious." Han Hao didn't feel anything wrong and said happily.

Immediately afterwards, he frowned and said, "Fan'er, your third junior brother Jiang Tuo and fourth junior brother Shen Tuhong came from a family of immortal cultivation. Xu Ying is a direct descendant of our Faxiang Sect Water Matrix. He has only inherited the Fire-Original Dharma Image before he became a disciple of the master. It is good to surpass them, but don't be eager for quick success or instant benefits. The road to immortality is long, and seeking success too much will hurt the root cause. Fan'er, you must remember it."

"The disciple remembers the master's teachings." Zhang Fan held the jade slip that recorded the exercises tightly and said absent-mindedly.

"Okay, you go back!" Looking at his itchy look, Han Hao laughed in silence.

...

After Zhang Fan left, Zhuo Hao raised his eyebrows and said to Han Hao with a little concern: "Master, the third junior brother and others... won't happen, right?"

After leaving, Jiang Tuo and the other three did not return to their residence, but waited at the entrance of the cave. With the master's spiritual sense, it was impossible for him to notice. What surprised him was that with the master's love for his second junior brother, he did not interfere or remind him, and just let him go, which was really different from his style.

Han Hao was silent for a while and sighed: "Let them solve the filth between the senior brothers by themselves! Fan'er is a descendant of the senior brother. The things he will face in the future are much more serious than this, so it's better to let him adapt."

Zhuo Hao nodded deeply. He had also heard of the master's deeds. He really didn't know if he was such a great-grandfather or a misfortune from his second junior brother?

...

Outside Han Hao's cave, Jiang Tuo and the other two had been waiting for a long time.

Among the three, Shen Tu Hong had the worst patience. He walked around for a few times and complained: "Stern brother, junior sister, when are we waiting? I really don't know where so many things come from."

"I'm just waiting, why are you anxious?" Jiang Tuo said slowly, "Maybe our 'second senior brother' is still a descendant of the master's secular world, and of course he has something to say more than us."

"It may not be a descendant of the master." Xu Ying interrupted, "Maybe this Senior Brother Zhang is extremely talented, so he asked his master to look at him differently."

"Hmph! I have to..." Shen Tu Hong snorted coldly with disdain. When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Jiang Tuo and Xu Ying suspiciously and said, "Third Senior Brother, Junior Sister, I didn't offend you. Why do you listen to your words? It seems that you want to treat me, Shen Tu Hong as a gun envoy?"

"Junior brother is so serious." "That's right, Senior Brother Shen Tu, little sister doesn't mean that."

Shen Tu Hong didn't look so stupid. The two little foxes thought secretly and looked up at this seemingly rough guy. Seeing that the Chu-Han battle for hegemony was about to turn into the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhang Fan walked out of the cave at the right time.

"Second Brother!" the three of them greeted each other in unison. Even if they were disdainful, they still had to do their face skills.

"Hello, such a coincidence!" Zhang Fan seemed not surprised by the appearance of the three of them, and responded with a warm smile comparable to the warm sunshine on his face.

When he saw Zhang Fan being able to speak the three words "so coincidental" without changing his expression, the three little foxes couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this was not a simple character either.

After a long silence, seeing the second senior brother's smile remained unchanged, Shen Tu Hong finally broke the deadlock. He raised his hand and released a giant red flying sword, and asked from a high place: "Second Brother, it's getting late. Look, do you want me to give you a ride with me?"

Zhang Fan seemed to have no idea of ​​the burning eyes staring at his face. He stepped onto the flying sword with a big thorn, patted Shen Tu Hong on the shoulder and said, "Then I'll have to work for my junior brother, I'll have to bear it for my brother."

Hearing this "For Brother", the faces of his three fellow disciples froze. Xu Ying, the youngest of the three, was sixteen years old, and Shen Tu Hong was even twenty years old. He was patted by a thirteen-year-old guy on the shoulder and called him brother. How could he be so affectionate?

Forget it, the three little foxes looked at each other, finally put away their thoughts of further spying, and with the thoughts that would be left for the future, they all went back to their homes.

Shen Tu Hong was the most helpless. He had to be the coachman for Zhang Fan in disappointment.
Chapter completed!