Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 180: Self Closing
Zhou Fan moved the room, intending to absorb the soul level pill. He moved right in the next room, which was Ciu San's room. While the owner is still lamenting the fate of having to lose some of his money.
An old man came, he was standing in front of Zhou Fan's room that had been shattered. Seeing Ciu San inside he immediately approached. "Is that you?"
Ciu San narrowed his eyes, not knowing what this old man meant. Isn't it strange, just came straight to ask 'is that you?'.
Finding Ciu San who was silent, the old man closed his eyes and sniffed a few times. His eyes widened as he got a very thick and familiar scent in his memory.
"Not wrong anymore, this is a soul level pill!" the old man was surprised.
But he still had not found out who the great alchemist was, it was impossible if this man was the alchemist. His eyes looked at Ciu San, looking down from the strength as well as the aura emitted.
Hem...
The old man shook his head, he was very sure if it was not this man who had created a soul level pill. But who is he and where is he now?
The old man came out, leaving Ciu San with Zhou Jim.
It's strange!
Ciu San got up, along with that Zhi Long returned with a jug of wine in his hand. "Who's the old man who just left?"
"No idea, maybe a lunatic." Ciu San snatched the wine jug in Zhi Long's hands, without consent to directly gulp it down.
Zhi Long overreacted late, seizing in annoyance. "You buy it yourself, this I get by spending money."
Ciu San snorted, eager to tear his sister apart. How could he buy while the money in the storage ring had been exhausted unceremoniously.
Zhi Long just remembered, then glanced at it as if ridiculing. Deliberately gulp down the wine jug in a high position. "Ah... It's very refreshing."
Ciu San grew irritated, leaving without saying much.
While on the other side Zhou Fan sat out a soul level pill. For a moment he only looked at the two pills in his hand.
The perfect soul level pill gave off a different aura, there was a faint hint of radiance surrounding it. Zhou Fan kept the less-than-perfect soul pill, putting the perfect soul level pill first.
However the soul level pill suddenly formed the silhouette of a small tiger with no more than one inch tall. The golden colored tiger silhouette, its form was very real.
Zhou Fan tried to catch him, but the silhouette of the tiger jumped up. It was not easy to catch this little tiger, it was very agile.
Zhou Fan's forehead shriveled, this was really his first. Seeing that the pill has a beast form, maybe this is why it is called a soul level pill.
Zhou Fan took out a single grain of seventh level pill, the tiger silhouette stopped acting up, approached and directly devoured the seventh level pill.
"Do I have to fill it up first?" Zhou Fan returned to take out some level seven pills, the ones he had obtained from the storage rings of the bandits that were not in his hands.
The tiger's silhouette grew tame, as Zhou Fan's hand approached he no longer dodged.
"After you're full, it's my turn to swallow you." One time the movement of the soul level pill entered into the mouth, Zhou Fan felt an extremely intense pressure, his body was extremely sore and his muscles bulged out.
Arg...
Zhou Fan bit the tip of his tongue, as the pain almost rendered him unconscious.
Day after day passed, not a second did Zhou Fan grimace in the pain that continued to pummel his body. If it wasn't for the wife, if it wasn't for the family, it would be for the child. He might have given up.
He had already collected the crystal hatch, less three more. It has come this far, whether he will give up.
Nah!
Zhou Fan assured himself, this pain was only the beginning, a process he had to go through. For her sake, for her family and her friends.
A month has passed. Zhou Jim who was outside was very loyal, waiting at the door without even moving. Ciu San and also Zhi Long, took turns checking on the state of the young master, although it was limited to waiting outside.
They would not dare to interfere with Zhou Fan's cultivation, or something bad could be.
The old man who had previously come back, he saw Ciu San who happened to be in front of his young master's room.
"Old man, what are you doing, you've been watching us for the past month. What exactly is your purpose?" Ciu San stood up and blocked the old man, standing with his burly body.
The old man smiled, "Tell me, who was in the room before?" The forefinger pointed to the room that had just been repaired, the room where Zhou Fan made the soul level pill.
Ciu San became wary, looking at the extremely unusual old man. His forehead shriveled, he could not see the strength of this old man. "Is it possible that he is a holy warrior? How strong is he?"
Ctak...
The old man flicked his finger, making Ciu San come to a realization. "The answer is my question."
"Old man, don't interrupt, I won't tell you anything." Ciu San turned around, ignoring the old man.
The old man looked at the closed room, the little dog at the door since a month ago did not move in the slightest. He touched Ciu San's shoulder. "Who's in that room?"
"Old man, don't act so presumptuous. If you intend to disturb my young master, step over my corpse first." Ciu San put up the body. Although he knew the strength of the old man was above him, not a hint of a doubtful expression he showed.
The old man smiled, it seemed like what he was looking for was in the room. But his arrival was not to look for an opponent, so he would not over-act.
Without much talking the old man sat cross-legged beside Zhou Jim. Ciu San who saw the action of the old man still put on an alert attitude. "Old man, what are you doing. Once again I warn you, do not disturb my young master!"
The old man closed his eyes and said, "I will wait for your young master."
Ciu San fell silent, a moment passed and making sure there was nothing strange about the old man, he also sat there.
Months and months passed, it had not been four months since Zhou Fan had closed himself in the room. The old man was still there, sitting without moving. He was like the extremely loyal Zhou Jim accompanying Zhou Fan to cultivate.
Ciu San glanced at Zhi Long who was beside him. "He's crazy!"
For Ciu San there is no suitable designation for this old man other than crazy, waiting forever three months, even he did not do that.
While Zhi Long looked fixedly at the white-haired old man, the more he noticed that something was wrong with him. However, he did not know where his mistake lay.
The old man who closed his eyes, suddenly glared, he got up and immediately broke down the door of the room.
Ciu San was startled and tried to stop, but his speed was too slow. "Sat! Old man, what are you doing?!