"Next time, remember to restrain your temper. As a cultivator, you will not spare even ordinary old people and children. If you don't even have this courage, you are not worthy of cultivating at all!" Ling Fan was still lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Zhao Da said coldly.

"Cough??? Cough, brat, please remember, I will take note of today's account. It won't be so easy. Just forget it. If you are a man, stay in Tianyun City and don't leave!" Zhao Dafian

He was flushed, coughing blood, his eyes were red, and he was out of breath.

"Humph, I don't know how to repent, so don't provoke me. Not only will I stay in Tianyun City, I will also go to Tianyun Sect. If you have anything to do with me, I will take care of it!" Ling Fan said nonchalantly. He is now

He is no longer the good-for-nothing he was before who couldn't practice. Now he has strength and talent, and he no longer has to look at people's faces. Even if there are many geniuses in the Tianyun Sect, he believes that he can still stand out among the many geniuses on his own.

A bloody road, because he is Ling Fan, Ling Fan who treats himself more harshly than others!

"Okay, boy, if you have the guts, wait for me in Tianyun Sect and see how I kill you!" Then Zhao Da covered his chest with his hands and ran out of the crowd in embarrassment with his two followers.

Everyone consciously moved out of the way. Although Zhao Da was defeated miserably, he was still a disciple of the Tianyun Sect, so no one dared to offend Zhao Da.

Ling Fan looked at Zhao Da's fleeing figure and sneered: "Let's see who kills whom!" The purpose of his coming to Tianyun Sect was to obtain fire, and to grab one of the ten spots among the many talented disciples of Tianyun Sect.

He couldn't make a name for himself among the disciples of Tianyun Sect, so he deliberately let Zhao Da go. As long as someone in Tianyun Sect took the initiative to cause trouble, he would definitely give that person a head-on blow!

"Young Master, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise that person will bring out the Tianyun Sect disciples, and the Young Master will be in danger." The old beggar came up to persuade him. Although Ling Fan solved Zhao Da with one move, he didn't believe Ling Fan.

One person can deal with a group of disciples of Tianyun Sect.

"Haha, don't worry, old man, I know what to do." Ling Fan said with a smile.

Seeing that there was no good show to watch, other onlookers began to leave one after another.

"Thank you, big brother. Big brother is such a good person!" the little beggar said with a childish voice full of gratitude, and tears of emotion shone in his dark and bright eyes.

"Haha, big brother is just doing what he should do." Ling Fan looked at the little beggar and smiled.

"Well, big brother is so powerful. He kicked that bad guy away with just one kick. When I grow up, I want to be like big brother, doing chivalry and fighting violence for the people!" the little beggar said with firm eyes.

"Then you must work hard to grow and be a good person. Come here and let me take a look."

Although the little beggar didn't know what the big brother in front of him was going to do, he still obeyed and walked over obediently.

Ling Fan grasped the little beggar's right hand and felt the condition inside the little beggar's body. "Well, he still has spiritual roots." Ling Fan nodded with satisfaction.

"Come on, I'll teach you a method of cultivation. Practice according to this method." Ling Fan gently tapped the little beggar's forehead, and suddenly a huge amount of information poured into the little beggar's mind.

The little beggar couldn't bear it for a moment, so he held his head and screamed in pain.

"Sir, what is this?" Although the old beggar was confused, he believed that the benefactor who saved them would not harm them.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Fan waved his hand and said softly. What he passed on to the little beggar was to teach him how to practice Taoism and how to absorb spiritual energy. He originally did not have the ability to directly transmit information to people's minds.

He secretly told Fu Mo and asked Fu Mo to help him. Fortunately, Fu Mo didn't refuse and directly helped him.

"Brother, I suddenly found that I have a lot of information in my mind. What's going on?" By this time, the little beggar was already well. He stood up and asked curiously with his bright eyes wide open.

"This is the method of cultivation, which is what the monks practice. As long as you practice according to this method of cultivation, one day you will be as powerful as me."

"Yeah! I can be as powerful as the big brother!" Although the little beggar didn't understand what monasticism was, he shouted happily when he heard that he was as powerful as the big brother in front of him and could kick bad guys away with one kick.

Only the old beggar knew what monasticism was, and monasticism was something that ordinary people like them would never be able to achieve. They could only think about it in their dreams. He did not expect that their benefactor not only saved their lives, but also would do this.

The method of cultivation was passed on to Feng'er, and her cloudy eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Feng'er, please kneel down to your benefactor. When you grow up, you must be like your benefactor and a good man who is chivalrous and righteous!" the old beggar said to the little beggar.

Although the little beggar didn't know why the old beggar asked him to kneel down, he didn't need to think about the reason, because he sincerely wanted to kneel down to the big brother in front of him.

Ling Fan did not refuse, he could bear the kneeling of the little beggar.

"Haha, you two take good care of yourselves. I have to leave beforehand." Ling Fan said to the old beggar and the little beggar.

"My dear, please go slowly!" the old beggar said gratefully.

"Brother, please stay a little longer, Feng'er can't bear to leave you." The little beggar said reluctantly.

"Feng'er, don't be ridiculous, big brother has something to do." The little beggar didn't dare to say anything when he was shouted at by his grandfather. He stuck out his tongue playfully at his grandfather, and then said solemnly to Ling Fan in a childish voice: "

Big brother, Feng'er will definitely look for you when he grows up."

Ling Fan smiled and nodded without saying anything. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? The little beggar is so young that he doesn’t understand many things, so he didn’t take these words to heart. Then he stepped on his steps.

, walked slowly.

Looking at the figure that was gradually going away, that figure was wearing a sky blue robe, which was so kind and beautiful in their hearts. The old beggar's eyes were full of muddy tears, and he secretly blessed Ling Fan.

"Eh? Grandpa, why do you have gold coins in your hand?" The little beggar's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the old beggar's hand and cried out in surprise.

The old beggar was startled. He saw that there were indeed a dozen gold coins in his wrinkled hand. He immediately put the gold coins into his tattered purse, covered the little beggar's mouth, and hissed: "Don't scream, let others know."

Knowing that we have ten gold coins on us, our lives may be lost."

The little beggar was immediately frightened and shut his mouth. The old beggar once again took a deep look at the back of the figure who had gone away. He knew who gave these ten gold coins, and he also knew why that figure silently gave them.

They gave them ten gold coins. He turned his head, looked at the little beggar, and said solemnly: "Feng'er, if you grow up and become successful, you must repay your benefactor well, and you must not forget the appearance of that person!"
Chapter completed!