Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 153: After Forward Do Not Backward
Months after month passed, it had not felt like it had been six months since Zhou Fan started cultivating. But inside the room Zhou Fan still remained unmoved in his position.
Outside the room were four people, as usual waiting outside. Every morning they would come just to check if Zhou Fan had come out. But doing it for three months continuously also appears a feeling of boredom.
"Tomorrow I won't wait here, it's been six months but he's not coming out." Yin Cun turned around about to leave, but a voice she was so familiar with sounded from behind.
"No one told you to wait in front of the room, why are you so chatty?"
Yin Cun suddenly turned her body, seeing that Zhou Fan had stood up in all-black clothes, her eyes immediately turned away. "Ah... You're finally out, otherwise you won't know what's been going on these last few months."
Zhou Fan frowned, then asked Miao Ling. "What's going on?"
Miao Ling momentarily remained silent, she then took out a sheet. There was a sketch of his face, which upset him. "Damn it, how dare the Chen family!"
"Young master, your face has spread throughout Dianlan City. Now most of the people are looking for your whereabouts, looking for rewards from the Chen family."
Hearing Zhi Long's words, Zhou Fan's face grew even darker. "Maybe earlier I was worried about the whereabouts of the Chen family ancestor. But it's different now ...." His smile on his face looked sinister, implying a terrible stratagem.
Yin Cun looked at Zhou Fan in surprise, He tried to look at his brother's strength despite knowing there would be nothing he could see.
Likewise with Ciu San, he could not guess the strength of his young master, which he clearly knew that Zhou Fan was getting stronger.
"You guys stay here, I'm gonna finish something." Zhou Fan took out a robe, taking Zhou Jim out.
"Where is he going?" Miao Ling asked Yin Cun.
Yin Cun did not immediately reply, letting out a slightly strange smile. "There is only one possibility, he will go to the Chen family residence."
Miao Ling's eyes were wide open. "Why don't you stop him, why are you guys just quiet?" He asked Ciu San and Zhi Long, but both hajya were silent.
"Young master has decided, he can't possibly act without thinking." Zhi Long was so calm, as if nothing had happened.
Ciu San and Yin Cun. "Ling'er, I know him very well. He acted because he was sure he could finish it."
Miao Ling remained unable to calm down, but Yin Cun swept her back into the room. "From thinking of him who is not clear, we better .. ahem... ahem ...." Two hands clinging to each other, several times giving a sign.
Miao Ling frowned, brushed off Yin Cun's hand. "What do you mean, don't fuck around!"
After that Miao Ling walked into his room, leaving behind a pensive looking Yin Cun.
"Young master Yin Cun, women are like that. Doesn't mean yes. Yes it means no. This is an opportunity, don't miss it." Ciu San approached Yin Cun, giving a very admirable suggestion.
Yin Cun immediately turned her head up, "You sure?"
"Of course, ... I've experienced problems like this." Ciu San pushed Yin Cun up in front of Miao Ling's room. "Remember, don't waste it."
Yin Cun straightened her body, tidying up her clothes while styling her long black hair. "I'm sorry Ling'er, who doesn't understand your sign. But now that I understand, I won't let you down."
With a fluffy smile he walked into Miao Ling's room, while Ciu San outside held a laugh that he could barely bear.
"You are experienced, ... Weepy! I've never even seen a woman approach you." Zhi Long walked into the room. Her flutter was so sharp and painful.
Ciu San turned around, his hands already clenched to teach his twin sister a lesson. But too late, Zhi Long was already feeling out of place.
Heh...
He could only take a deep breath and slowly throw it away.
...
"Wait," The man spread out his hand, the other hand pulled out a sheet.
For a moment he scoured the sheet in his hand, then turned to the young man before him. "That's you, you're the one!"
An unsettled voice made the visitors of one inn look at the same place.
"That's it!"
"It's not wrong, it's him, who the head of the Chen family is looking for."
They spontaneously approached, weapons coming out of the storage ring. But as he was about to attack the middle-aged man exclaimed, "Wait, he is my part, I found him."
One other visitor folded his hands around his waist. "What you said, he's mine. The reward is mine too."
A debate arose among the visitors of the inn, they seemed very confident of being able to capture Zhou Fan. Though their strength was at its highest only an eight-star senior fighter. I really miss the moon.
"Stop! Tell you what, who can defeat him he'll get rewarded." The middle-aged man certainly could not impose his wishes with the large number of visitors gathered.
"Alright, as you say." One by one agreed with the middle-aged man.
"It's over?" zhou Fan asked casually, as if the whereabouts of those dozens of people were nothing in his eyes. But that's the truth, they're just dogs that don't know the depths of the ocean.
Dozens of people snarled furiously, "Fuck, don't be arrogant!" There were at least fifty people and they attacked with various weapons.
Zhou Fan did not take out any weapons, with only his bare hands starting to hit their bodies and faces.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
In a short time their number was only half left. This immediately made their confidence plummeted as the fall.
Seeing their feet begin to hesitate to step up, Zhou Fan stopped and no longer attacked. But the silence was far more terrible than the attack.
The middle-aged man who first recognized Zhou Fan kept his sword. "You're lucky, let's just say we let you go." Despite saying so, his hands trembled even his feet were powerless to walk.
Zhou Fan's lips were raised. "Want to retreat? Too late!"
Zhou Fam darted towards the remaining two tens of people.
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Their bodies were blown away and died instantly. Even with just an ordinary fist, the punch of a four-star saint fighter was not something a senior fighter could withstand.
After ascertaining the state of the dozens of people who attacked him, Zhou Fan walked out without a care of the tens of pairs of eyes looking in fear from the corner of the room.
"I'm lucky I didn't join them." A middle-aged woman sighed while stroking her chest.
"You're right, he's too horrible." Some visitors who choose to be silent as if getting a blessing, because the decision is able to defend their lives.
Actually they are not intentionally not to interfere, but because they feel they will not get anything with the many competitors who also intervene. But regardless of their reasons, they are still the luckiest.