Lin Fan smiled on his face: "I finally became the seat of the ten directions of the jungle. I will not escape unless I have to. Don't worry."

"That's good." Rong Yunhe nodded slowly.

"Okay, you must have a lot of things to be busy with, so I'll go back first." Lin Fan said: "After leaving for half a month, there are probably a lot of things waiting for me to deal with in the Shifang Jungle."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he left the Cangjian Sect.

This time, there was no danger.

When Lin Fan returned to the door of Shifang Bookstore, it was already late at night. He pulled the roller shutter door and returned to the second floor. He simply washed up and lay on the bed, but he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The Yin-Yang Realm is far more dangerous than Lin Fan imagined.

And what he is now exposed to is the tip of the iceberg of the Yin and Yang Realm.

The jungle of the ten directions, the Quanzhen Sect, and various forces.

Lin Fan lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and the bold ambitions he promised to Xuan Daozi were also a little confused at this time.

I don’t know if it can be done with the young genius of Quanzhen Cult.

After all, although I am improving, the geniuses of Quanzhen Sect are not standing still, and even have more resources than myself.

There is also Su Qing and his father in the Yin-Yang Realm.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He shook his head vigorously, forcing himself not to think about these messy things.

Lin Fan’s biggest advantage is probably this mentality. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge.

He fell asleep deeply.

...

Above Quanzhen Sect, in a gorgeous attic.

This attic is called Tingyu Pavilion, which is where the second elder Chong Guangming lives.

Although it was late at night, there were bright lights on it.

Chongguangming is a burly old man with strong muscles.

At this time, he was sitting on a wooden chair with a kind look on his face, and opposite him were the fourth elder, Wang Jin.

Wang Jin smiled and said, "Brother Chong."

"Wang Jin, what do you mean by running towards me every few days?" Chongguangming said lightly: "I have been busy preparing for my son's funeral recently, but I have no time to pay attention to you. Our business, after finishing my son's funeral, I will slowly solve it with you."

"I think we should have some misunderstandings." Wang Jin said: "Rumors are everywhere outside. I am worried that Brother Chong believes these so-called rumors, so I come to explain them to you."

Chongguangming glanced at him: "Does there anything else to explain in our relationship?"

The relationship between Chong Guangming and Wang Jin is not harmonious.

The battles between you and me in secret are not rare.

But it's not as high as you and your death.

But now it's different.

If Chongguang Ming really believed the rumors spread by Lin Fan, he would probably stay with Wang Jin forever.

The head teacher will not be able to control it then.

Wang Jin said in a deep voice: "My son died in this experience. Brother Chong, although you and I have a lot of hatred for each other, you don't know how I, Wang Jin, can't kill Chong Zhixin."

"It is only when I understand your character that I understand that you can do this kind of thing." Chong Guangming's eyes were filled with anger.

"We are all fooled." Wang Jin had already thought about it and said, "Brother Chong, if I really sent someone to kill your son, why would he come to you again and again to explain so much to you?"

"And my son Wang Burun also died in the Mi Yao Cave."

"That Lin Fan is not a member of our Quanzhen Sect, but this time he and Xunhuan are the only one who came back alive."

Listening to this, Chongguangming asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Brother Chong, give me some time. I will send someone to catch Lin Fan and let you interrogate slowly. The matter will naturally come to light. We fight together. In the final analysis, the people who are hurt by our Quanzhen Sect."

Listening to Wang Jin's words, Chongguangming also frowned and hesitated.

Although this guy is very suspicious about this matter, you have to admit that what this guy said at this time also makes some sense.

"At the latest one month, I'll get Lin Fan back. I'll have an explanation." Chongguangming said: "It's already late at night, you go back."

"Yes." Wang Jin nodded respectfully.

After walking out of Tingyu Pavilion, Wang Jin rushed to the place where he lived.

A smile appeared on his face, just keep Chong Guangming temporarily calmed down.

At this time, Chongguangming's son had just died and was still angry. Maybe he would really fight with him.

In one month, after the breath is a little more relieved, it may get much better.

As for capturing Lin Fan back?

Wang Jin's eyes showed a sinister look. Stop joking, he wanted Lin Fan's life!

...

Lin Fan was not aware of the situation on Quanzhen Sect.

According to what he thought, this incident would at least bother Wang Jin for a while.

Early in the morning, Lin Fan woke up, stretched and yawned.

After a simple wash, Lin Fan went downstairs and had breakfast at the bun shop on the street.

After eating, he sat leisurely at the door, looking at the pedestrians passing by outside the door.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked over forty years old walked into the store.

"Boss, what books do you have?" This middle-aged man gained a little weight, but he looked quite like a boss.

"There are quite a lot, just watch it." Lin Fan pointed to the store.

The middle-aged man smiled and walked inside.

Lin Fan frowned, then glanced out of the door.

At this time, seven or eight eyes were staring at me on the street.

When they looked over, these people looked away.

Lin Fan's face remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

What's going on?

Why do a group of people suddenly appear and stare at me?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan stood up calmly, walked towards the middle-aged man, and said, "What type of book does this guest like?"

"Let's be more historical books." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Lin Fan said: "Listen to the sound, you are not a local guest, are you?"

"That's right, I came to do business from Jiangbei Province." The middle-aged man nodded.

Lin Fan said, "It depends on the appearance of the customers, but he is a big business person."

Middle-aged man: "Support his family and make a living."

Lin Fan nodded, and at the moment when he was posing to pick a book for him, the Qingyun Sword appeared in Lin Fan's hand with a whoosh, and then Lin Fan pressed against the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man frowned: "Boss, what do you mean?"

Lin Fan's voice was cold: "Your accent does not look like Jiangbei Province, but rather from Shaanxi and Qin Province."
Chapter completed!